Chapter One Hundred Thirty
Different
How dare you say that my behaviour is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle
(Harder to Breathe - Maroon 5)September 20th, 1998"You lost your virginity to Remus?!"
The look on Harry's face told Mia that he had not meant to ask that out loud.
Not certain whether she felt more embarrassed for Remus—who was bright red—
or Harry, who looked aghast, Mia offered, "It was the seventies?"
Sirius chuckled.
"If I blame it on the wolf," Remus suggested, "can we avoid this conversation
completely?"
The look on Harry's face said that, no, no, they could not.
Eight years ago, Hermione Granger would have thrown a fit had Harry and Ron
inserted their opinions into her romantic life, let alone her sexual life. Mia briefly thought
of Viktor Krum, and the memory of the Yule Ball sparked a bit of irritation in her when
she noticed the way Ron was gaping at her like a fish. She did, however, remember that
she was no longer just Hermione Granger. Hermione, perhaps—she had told Harry she still
was fine being called by her original first name—but, foremost, she was Mia Potter,
daughter of Dorea Black, and shame was something Blacks did not feel in the face of
accusations, if ever.
"You shagged your professor!?" Ron finally blurted out.
Mia smiled coyly. "He was hardly my professor back then," she stated calmly, half-
tempted to add, "though he did teach me a thing or two." In the end, she decided a lack of
information would serve her better. Her relaxed demeanour appeared to bother Ron, which
she found amusing.