"Do I even want to know why you're wearing a Hogwarts uniform?" Draco asked Sirius, eyes
still closed.
Sirius responded by throwing a giggling Mia over his shoulder and carrying her off to their room.
Many could sympathise with Draco—who begged for Obliviation. Harry sat Sirius
and Mia down later to insist that the kitchen, dining room, and all other places where food
was to be eaten was a sex-free zone. Sirius pouted, Mia laughed, and they both moved to
their bedroom and did not come out for two days except to gather food.
"Sirius!" Mia called up the stairs. "Come down here. I need your help with
something!"
Sirius took the stairs two at a time, jumping down on the landing with the energy
of a teenager and a grin on his face as he kissed her good morning. "Where've you been? I
woke up, and you were gone. Lousy way to wake up, I'd like to never do it again," he
insisted, burying his nose in her hair.
"Filthy, rotten stain on my House... lying with blood-traitors and Mudbloods!"
"Who opened her curtains and pissed on her frame this morning?" he growled,
looking up to see the portrait of his mother glaring at him in severe disapproval.
"I did," Mia said. "The curtains thing, not the... anyway. I was bored and thought
I'd show my engagement ring to Walburga." She smiled deviously at the painting.
"How'd Mummy Dearest like it?" Sirius asked with a wry grin.
"She had some very colourful things to say about my ancestry," Mia said with a
chuckle. "Then she told me my skirt was too short, and I looked like a trollop."
"And how did you reply to that, my love?" Sirius said, reaching for the hem of her
skirt and grinning as his fingers traced around her thigh.
"I set her painting on fire," Mia replied sweetly. "Repeatedly. Apparently, the
Sticking Charm that keeps her up there prevents her from being permanently damaged as
well. Still, just because the fire doesn't completely destroy her doesn't mean she can't
scream."