            He kissed her, and it was like breathing again. Like she hadn’t known she’d ever stopped until this moment. It started softly, lips pressed with hesitant need. Then like a dam breaking, Hermione gasped, and he groaned, and she could taste the magic in him. Sirius dove into her mouth, pulling her hard and flush against his chest. Her fingers scrambled for new purchase, before gripping tight to the collar of his shirt, the other slipping up and palming his side. She felt his ribs arch as she splayed out her fingers.