the_debt_of_time

Harry and Ron stood silent, likely acknowledging that perhaps, over the years, they
had let their friend get a little carried away.
Remus turned his attention back to Sirius. "So you gave her a list of girls, and she
called you a man-whore then kicked you out of your house?"
"No, she was strangely genuine about not being upset over the various one night
stands. It was the tiny, small, insignificant, inconsequential, minor incident I had after she
disappeared that put her in this state." He looked down at the ground, picking at his
fingernails.
"Oh, no," Remus said as realisation dawned on him.
Sirius cringed. "Oh, yes."
The front door was thrown open, and Mia stood before them all, wearing a too-
large Sex Pistols t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She was barefoot, which was surprising
considering all the broken glass on the floor of the entryway. Her amber eyes were burning,
and her hair was sparking at the ends.
"Marlene bloody McKinnon!"
Looking at Sirius, Remus sighed. "You're an idiot."
"We had one rule each, Sirius Black!" Mia snarled. "I think I kept to mine quite well
over the years! I've only ever slept with you and Remus! Just the two of you! At your
request!"
Sirius scratched the back of his head where the ashtray had hit earlier. "To be fair,
you also forbade me from sleeping with Gryffindors," he mumbled. "And you did briefly
date a Bulgarian Quidditch player―"
"That doesn't count, and you damn well know it!" she shrieked and then looked up,
spotting the other three wizards. Her personality switched out of nowhere; the wrathful
witch turned suddenly sweet and approachable, not that any of them were stupid enough
to actually approach her. "Good morning, Remus, Harry, Ron."
Ron inclined his head to her, eyes wide. "'Mione."
"Morning, Hermione," Harry said cautiously.
Remus, the only one of them clearly unafraid, turned his head and smiled at the
witch. "Hello, love. Bad day?"