            "As long as we have some kind of bond, I believe" Hermione admitted, her breathing hitching as his fingers curled upward, even deeper into her hand. He seemed fascinated with her skin, her fingers, her smaller ones twining into his own. "Sirius, we still have that bond," she said weakly, taking the chance to fully weave her fingers through his. She held tight, lowering their joined hands against his knee, which had shifted closer towards her. "Please come back with me."