            Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her ribs, biting her tongue to keep from correcting him. There was no taking! And Sirius isn’t—wasn’t—my boyfriend. "So why didn’t you?" she asked sharply, glancing back at the sound of footsteps. He stood behind her now, perched on lip of the desk. "If you knew you couldn’t partake in the ritual, why did you string me along this far?"