            Hermione frowned as her fingers continued to twirl into his hair. Neither Sirius nor Harry—nor anyone else, for that matter—had mentioned any love interests in Sirius’s life. No one serious, anyway. She knew his reputation at Hogwarts was as somewhat of a rakish young man, with more than a handful of broom cupboards and Room of Requirement shags. Those were stories Harry had been more than happy to share about his formerly-late Godfather, when they were drinking and reminiscing about the past, or the people they’d lost. "Who was she?" Hermione inquired quietly.