            Hermione pressed her lips together, tasting salt. She ached for Sirius. She had since this mess with the Veil first started. Maybe even earlier than that, in the grey days following her return to Grimmauld Place. But Lucius had crept in too. Lucius was the light under the door she was working so hard to unlock. He was pointing the way into the darkness just out of reach. "I know it sounds mad, but I am attracted to him," Hermione said slowly. "I don’t know about feelings, but there’s...there’s a pull."