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You never know what you got
Till they take it away
I'm comin' ready or not
Gonna get you some day
I need your Magic Touch, don't you know
I'm after you and now I can't let go
Feel the fire, burnin' slow
I got a habit and I'm back for more
Your Magic Touch, don't you know
I'm after you and now I can't let go
Feel the fire, burnin' slow
You better get it while it's hot now babe
'Cause I can't, can't, can't let you go
Magic Touch-Aerosmith
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Sirius lay on his bed, blowing at an offending lock of black hair that just wouldn't fall back into place, thinking of what Hermione was thinking about at that moment. He wondered if this would really mean she was over Ron. She really was too good for that boy. She needed someone better.
'Someone like me,' the little voice from his Hogwarts days whispered in his ear.
Sirius sighed. He was tired of fighting. She's his wife now! He should be allowed to "pursue" her if he felt like it! And it would be legal.
He made his decision. He would go after her. Maybe not now. He couldn't do anything now, not when she was just figuring out that she could heal. But soon. Soon he would go after her. Turn on the old Sirius Black charm. She wouldn't be able to resist.
He smirked to himself. No, she would never be able to resist him.
He chuckled a little bit. It was almost as if he were obsessed with the girl. She was no different than any other girl he'd dated, was she?
With a start, Sirius realised she was. He didn't know how to charm a girl like Hermione. She was a smart, funny, modest girl, one who WOULDN'T fall for anything he tried to pull on her.
He needed to do some thinking. But one thing was for sure.
He was most definitely going after her.
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Hey, look! Another chapter! Will there be more? That all depends on my motivation!
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"The Writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is no one there to scold him." -Roald Dahl