            "Yes." He deserved the bare truth, no matter how much it hurt to say again. "I...I don’t know why, Sirius. Or what’s wrong with me. But I want you. I want you both." He was silent. After a few torturous minutes, Hermione wondered if he’d fallen asleep. But then his shoulders rolled towards her. When he still didn’t speak, Hermione scooted closer—not enough to touch, nor daring to reach out, but just so she could meet his eyes through the dark, and know he was there with her. "Please say something. That you hate me, or you don’t want that future anymore..."