            Embarrassment that he would be sitting just outside the door heated Hermione’s cheeks, but at Sirius’s firm touch, she ignored Lucius and pushed into the bedroom. As Sirius stepped up to the bed, Hermione faced the door. She threw up the charm. Warded the lock for good measure. And when she finally turned, heart hammering like a hummingbird’s, she found Sirius just standing there, only his jacket discarded.