            "He did," Sirius maintained, his voice cut with a stern edge. The bed springs groaned, then Sirius was pulling her back, back into the pile of downy pillows. And Hermione let herself be taken into his arms, into that warmth that felt so familiar, like he’d held her a hundred times before. "Though you give everyone reasons to think otherwise, you are still nineteen, love. A devastatingly powerful witch, but a young woman all the same. Malfoy knew that, and he used it to manipulate you."