            But with Sirius, with his length deep inside her, and his lips ravishing her tender breasts, it was everything Hermione had ever longed for. A magic—a lust—so great that when she cried out with completion, and he finished seconds later with a desperate thrust—Hermione sank back into the pillows as her mind drifted elsewhere, off wandering in that hazy place of pure, blinding, bliss.