"Not that this isn't brilliant, Hermione, but is there a reason the two of you are
torturing your wizards?" Ginny asked.
"Mia thinks that Sirius is purposely trying to not have sex with her," Tonks said.
"It started off as something genuine, and I'm not sure what," Mia said with
annoyance. "But after this morning, I can tell he's avoiding me on purpose, trying to get a
rise out of me while pretending that I haven't obviously gotten one out of him."
Tonks laughed. "He'll have a hard time hiding that in those jeans. You're welcome
for that, by the way."
"Merlin bless Muggle fashions," Ginny said thoughtfully.
When Sirius stood up in frustration, Mia grinned. "Oh, here we go."
He began cursing under his breath about the "piece of shit bike" and the "Merlin
damned heat" followed by an annoyed "it's bloody October for fuck's sake!" before
reaching for the hem of his shirt and ripping it over his head, wiping the sweat and grease
from his face off on the fabric.
Mia smiled victoriously at the sight of her angry, tattooed wizard, shirtless and
sweaty. "He doesn't want to touch me? Fine. I'll get my enjoyment at his expense in other
ways. I'll take care of myself with this visual."
Ginny, meanwhile, had stood up and rushed back into the house. With the front
door cracked open slightly, both Tonks and Mia could hear her scream, "Harry! Put on
your Muggle clothes! Sirius wants to teach you how to fix his bike!"
The two older witches on the porch burst into laughter.
October 13th, 1998Sirius stepped out of the fireplace at the Den to find his best friend sitting in an
armchair with a book in hand.
Remus quirked a curious eyebrow and set the novel down on the table beside him.
"Everything okay, Pads?"
Sirius sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair before finally blurting
out, "Mia wants me to have sex with her."