the_debt_of_time

Now it was war.
Mia made her way down the stairs to the kitchen and the wonderful smells of
breakfast. A grin washed over her face as she saw a large platter filled with delicious treats.
Harry and Sirius sat side-by-side around the small circular table with their plates half-empty,
sharing the Daily Prophet between them. It was such a peaceful sight—the perfect moment
of familial domesticity, and she almost hated to break it up.
Almost.
"Morning," she said as she walked up behind Sirius, leaning forward and kissing his
cheek. "Harry, did you cook all of that? It looks wonderful! I'm starving." She walked over
to hug him and kiss his cheek in greeting as well, snatching up a piece of streaky bacon
before turning and walking to the stove, reaching for the kettle.
Harry grinned, basking in the early morning praise. "Help yourself."
"Mia?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
She smirked as she poured her tea with her back to him. When she turned around,
her sly grin was replaced by an innocent smile, something that should have been a large
warning sign. "Yes, love?"
His grey eyes were dark as he stared at her, raking his gaze over her body. "Where'd
you find those?" he asked, gesturing to the pair of tight-fit denim bell bottoms she was
wearing.
"Do you like them? I know they're not in style anymore, but I really missed my old
clothes, so I transfigured a pair of jeans." She turned again, dropping the spoon she was
using to stir sugar in her tea, and innocently bent over to retrieve it. It was only through
her vulpine hearing that she was able to detect the slight whimper that escaped Sirius's
throat.
"Did my mum dress like that?" Harry asked innocently, completely unaware of what
was actually happening in the kitchen between his best friend and godfather.
Mia stood back upright and smiled at him, purposely ignoring the way that Sirius's
breathing had increased. "Absolutely. Lily and I would go into Muggle London all the time
and go shopping. Sirius, would you like some coffee?" she asked him, her eyes connecting
with his stare for a second longer than would be considered normal.
He tossed her a questioning glance and then narrowed his eyes just slightly. "I'm
good, kitten, thank you."