the_debt_of_time

it?" She walked to the end of the bed, reaching for her shorts. "Because it's not like you're
going to do a bloody thing about―"
He reached a hand out to grab her wrist.
"Do you think I'm a child now?" she demanded of him angrily before he had a
chance to speak. "Is that what you see when you look at me? You see Hermione Granger,
poor little Muggle-born virgin?"
"No. I loved you when you called yourself Hermione, just as much as I do now."
"But not as much as you did nineteen years ago."
"Mia―"
"Save it," she said bitterly. "I've always trusted your actions more than your words,
Sirius. If you.. ." Her anger faded into apparent guilt. "I understand if you haven't
forgiven me for everything and... and Azkaban―"
"I have," he promised. "It's not about that."
"Then what is it? Sirius, you used to be able to tell me everything. The only thing
you ever kept from me was what happened to you here at Grimmauld Place, and Moody
ended up forcing both of our hands there," she said, reminding him of their horrible first
attempt at Occlumency training. "You never kept anything from me."
"Yeah, well, you kept everything from me, so maybe I deserve to have some fucking
secrets," he snapped bitterly.
Mia sighed, slowly letting the exhale out between parted lips. "Fine. You're right."
Sirius groaned and scrubbed his hands down his face. "No, I'm not. I'm being an
insecure arsehole."
"Insecure?" Mia furrowed her brows. "Is that what this... this avoiding thing has
been about?"
Sirius shrugged. "I'm old."
Mia laughed loudly and took his frowning face in her hands. "Are you insane?
You're older, yes, but that hardly makes you old. Have you looked in a bloody mirror?
You're still Sirius Black, for crying out loud." She stared at him incredulously. "Witch
Weekly sent three owls last week asking for interviews and photographs."
There was a bit of a spark to his ego, but he still sighed. "Witch Weekly doesn't want
to have sex with me," he said as if to make a point, but Mia snorted. "You know what I
mean."