            Sirius scowled as he studied her, and Hermione was pretty sure he was debating whether or not to toss her to the other side of the mattress again. Finally, his frown eased into a cheeky grin, and bent down to kiss her. It was a searing, hungry sort of kiss—the kind that had Hermione’s fingers clinging to his back, her knees parting to cradle his hips. "As...nice...as...this...is" Hermione managed to get out, before his mouth dived back in, "we need to make a plan for today."