"You’ll get there," Hermione assured him, reaching out to run a hand down his arm. Without even looking down, Sirius grasped her fingers when they touched. She sighed, but let her hand stay put. Their relationship since the chaos of the trial had been a strange mix of avoidance and physical affection. No kissing, or sex, but they were both prone to touching, almost as a reflex. Like their bodies were drawn to each other despite any efforts to maintain distance.