the_debt_of_time

"I still suspect Imperius."
Sirius chuckled, throwing his head back and sighing. "Yeah, well, I think dating a
werewolf softened her up for me."
Remus smiled at the sound of his friend laughing. It came so rarely these days.
"She's going to be sore if we leave her sleeping on that sofa."
Sirius agreed and then stood up, reaching forward as if to scoop Hermione into his
arms, but then he hesitated and stepped away from her, wincing as though in pain. He
shook his head, unconsciously scratching at the tattoo of Mia's name on his chest. "Can...
Can you take her? I... I can't. If she wakes up in my arms, she's likely to hex me. If she
wakes up in your arms, the little witch will be over the moon—pun very much intended."
Remus rolled his eyes but leant forward and lifted Hermione gently into his arms,
her bent knees hanging over his left forearm while his right cradled her shoulders. He
turned to step out of the library to find that Sirius was not following him. Glancing back,
he watched as his friend poured himself a small tumbler of firewhisky, all the while likely
knowing it would not do anything but remind him of days gone by.