            "I feel different," Hermione mused quietly. "More filled" At his suggestive eyebrow raise, she rolled her eyes and added, "No, not like that. It’s my magic, Sirius. Or yours, maybe." She settled closer, her cheek flat against his rising and falling chest. Legs intertwined at the ankles, fingers finding purchase on skin. "You had all this magic, after coming home from the Edge. I think, maybe, that you gave me some of it.