She could hear it, it was always in her head, always floating somewhere in the background. It would make her fingers dance in the air, or tap against her leg. Sometimes, it would be so strong that she would dance around the house. Music, it was in her veins, she'd never learned to play it, but she certainly felt it.
Ron always told her he thought she was nutters; especially when she was just randomly start humming. She knew he never understood her, would never be able to understand her. But she knew there was one man that did understand, there was that one defining moment that made it all so clear.
Hermione had been in the kitchen putting together her mum's lasagna recipe, when the urge to dance hit her. There wasn't any music playing, but suddenly she felt so light and carefree that she could almost hear it and she started to sway her hips.
Sirius stood in the doorway, transfixed at the sight of Hermione putting the ingredients in the pan and doing the occasional twirl. It took all his effort not to chuckle, she looked so adorable, cheese and sauce smatters on her cheeks, smile lighting up her face, and dancing as though she had not a care in the world.
He strolled up behind her after her last twirl, placed his hands on her hips and started to sway with her. To her credit, she didn't lose her flow and she continued to put the last layer on the lasagna. Once it was done, Hermione turned in Sirius's arms and smiled up at him. It was the most radiant smile he had ever had the pleasure to see.
Sirius brushed his thumb across her cheek picking up the spot of cheese that was there and brought his thumb to his mouth. The look in his eyes had her blushing, but she refused to look away. He kissed her then, a smoldering kiss that stole her breath.
That was two years ago, now Sirius finds new and inventive ways to remove the remnants of her cooking from her skin, all the while dancing with her to invisible music that only they can hear with their little girl held between them.