            Sirius shifted so that the shaft of moonlight streaking in fell across his face. It cut shadows into his cheekbones, gave light to his eyes. They were no longer cold, or empty, or leering. Just...there. Just Sirius. Finally he blew out a breath and rolled onto his back. "You did, Hermione." Sirius laced his fingers behind his head as he studied the ceiling. Hermione only studied him. "When I was brought back, I knew I liked you, as a person. I knew I was attracted to you, as a witch" he said, more quietly. "And despite that bastard being in the way, and this bloody prophecy, I began to...imagine things. A life with you, beyond the confines of this winter. A life where, someday, we could find happiness."