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Author's note: Guess who Hermione is talking about before the end of the drabble. If you like it I can write a sequel. Please read and review
His Eyes
Hermione sat in her sewing chair, sewing up her husband's socks.
That man that man, she thought, god bless that man.
What was it about him that attracted her to him?
His eyes, the piercing onyx eyes, those eyes.
He finally came back; I never thought he would come back from it.
Once, it had sucked him in, enveloped him. Like there is nothing else in the world but him and me.
"Love, you need anything?"
"Nothing just your eyes." Sirius looked at her with curious eyes.
He staggered up to her with puppy dog eyes.
Goddamn those eyes, she thought as he swooped in for a kiss.