            She didn’t want to leave—neither the warmth of the rumpled bed they had shared, nor the safety of the Parisian apartment. But after Lucius fed them both bowls of pasta he had, finally, learned not to burn, and the sun began to sink down into dusk, Hermione decided that her fear for what Sirius might say to her were far outweighed by the fear of what might happen should he disappear after dark.