            Her laughter—her touch—apparently it was enough to convince him, at least in this moment. Sirius turned in her arms and pulled out of her grasp, only to take one of his own. One large hand clutched her hip, the other latching on to the side of her neck. He dragged her into a kiss, drawing a moan from her throat as the lower hand skimmed beneath the dress and up her thigh. "Hermione," he murmured, searing kisses into her jaw.