The bed was like a furnace when she woke, wrapped in Sirius’s arms with a leg flung over her hip. And the heat wasn’t just emanating from the body enveloping hers—it was the magic. His magic, which had filled her during last night’s consummation. Even just lying in bed, Hermione could feel it churning through her veins, sparking her awake. Like the magic had rejuvenated her, erased all those days of fitful sleep and stress.