The elder Greengrass sister bobbed her head as she re-joined the table, changing
seats to allow Draco and Astoria to sit side-by-side between their mothers. "Last year wasn't
very educational."
Mia nodded in understanding. "Laurel, what are Hyperion's requirements for a
betrothal?"
"Pureblood," Laurel replied, rolling her eyes. "You know it makes no difference
to me, but at least he's no longer trying to pick future husbands for the girls based on war
affiliations. Still, you know how his father was. Pureblood or nothing, everything else is
just a bargaining chip."
Mia tossed her friend a conspiratorial grin that made Sirius both amused and uneasy
at the same time. "In that case, let me put some ideas together, and I'll owl you later this
week."
October 19th, 1998Long gone were the days where Sirius would dream about the past and wake to
struggle with a morning erection, desperate for release. Now he dreamt of the past, present,
and future, and all three had Mia writhing beneath him, always wet and ready. Instead of
waking up alone and frustrated, Sirius now found himself waking in the dark hours of the
early morning, his witch positioned over his lap, descending on his steel-hard cock,
throbbing from the pleasant dream he had just been having—which paled in comparison
to the sight of Mia ravishing him with that hungry, determined look in her eyes.
"Feel free to wake me up like this every morning," he said, swallowing back a groan
as she slid down him, her slick warmth engulfing him completely.
He was absolutely certain that she was attempting to shag the memories of Azkaban
out of him, and he was not going to complain about her efforts. The prison had been
nothing but cold and empty, and she was warmth and comfort. In Azkaban, his muscles
had atrophied due to lack of use, and Mia seemed bound and determined to keep him well
exercised. His legs, for instance, flexed when he planted his feet against the mattress, using