the_debt_of_time

"We weren't always exclusive," Mia said to Ginny. "So I'm not entirely certain what
stories Fred and George are aware of. But there is a chance I wasn't a part of them. And
yes, Ronald, I'm okay with Sirius's past, just as he is with mine."
Harry and Ron both bobbed their heads.
Ginny did not miss Mia's words, offering a conspiratorial smirk.
"I still.. ." Ron began to say, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.
"Ron, it's okay," Harry jumped in. "They love each other."
Ron looked up at Mia and Sirius in shock as though the thought had not even
occurred to him. "You're in love?"
Sirius reached for Mia's hand, bringing it up to his mouth, where he kissed her open
palm and then placed it over the tattooed name on his chest. Mia grinned at him. "Yes,"
she said proudly. "Have been for years."
Ginny cooed and leant her head on Harry's shoulder as she stared across the table.
"Aww, that's so romantic."
"But," Ron began, still clearly not understanding everything.
Mia felt bad for him, really. He'd had trouble contemplating all of the details in
regards to Time-Turners the first time she had used one during her original third year. It
was one of the reasons she was pleased that he had been too injured to come along at the
time, leaving herself and Harry to rescue Buckbeak and Sirius.
"He's.. ." Ron said looking between Mia and Sirius. "You're—Sirius, you're forty!"
Sirius gasped, dropping Mia's hand so he could clutch his own to his chest. "I
am not forty! I'm only thirty-eight!"
"You're almost thirty-nine," Remus commented.
Sirius glared at him. "I'm technically thirty-seven if we take off the year I was dead,"
he proclaimed. "Which I do. I'm thirty-seven now, thank you."
"Whatever you say, Pads. I've always thought it was ridiculous that you were older
than me anyway. You never acted it."
"You were just jealous because I could use magic legally before you." Sirius rolled
his eyes. "I'm only thirty-seven," he whispered to Mia who smirked at him.
"Very good, darling," she said, placating him with a pat on the head before turning
back to Ron. "He wasn't forty when I started dating him. We were the same age. Not that
it would have mattered. He could be one-hundred and seven and I'd love him the same."