"You all right, love?" Dora whispered, stepping slowly over the sleeping couple to
hand her husband a Pain Relief Potion.
Remus nodded. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine."
"And them?" She curiously eyed the way that Sirius had a possessive arm wrapped
around Mia's body—an arm that was covered in a showering of tiny sharp puncture marks.
"What the hell did they get up to?"
Remus scoffed. "If we're lucky, last night was foreplay."
October 12th, 1998Sirius and Mia went the next week without mentioning the full moon or what their
Animagi alter-egos had gotten up to. The pair went around pretending that they did not
even recall the events, showing only concern for Remus the following day and then not
saying a word more in regards to the night in question.
Mia spent her days testing Sirius's boundaries and trying to purposely provoke him,
while he subtly avoided her advances. Shy flirtations had never been something the couple
had gone through. Sirius had only been eleven when the physical affection had begun. And
despite it being completely innocent, he was only twelve the first time he had slept in her
bed. By the time they even acknowledged more than friendly feelings for one another when
they were teenagers, it was all harsh and rough and heated.
Sirius and Mia had never been calm little bluebell flames in jars. They were Fiendfyre
and nothing less—easily conjured and impossible to control.
Mia would place her palm on his thigh during dinner; Sirius would react by holding
her hand within his own. Mia would kiss his neck in the early morning before he woke;
Sirius would roll over, kiss her forehead, and then get up for the day. Mia would corner
him in any room of the house and get as close as possible; Sirius would find a reason to
leave.
Subtlety was no longer an option. When she yelled for him from the bathroom to
ask if he could bring her the towel she had purposely left on the bed, Sirius levitated it into
the room instead of walking in himself.