the_debt_of_time

Mia smiled slyly. "Angry?"
"Hardly. Did you see her face? Merlin, it's like Christmas all over again."
"If you let that bitch kill you," Sirius whispered, taking Mia's face into his hands, "I
will be very cross with you."
"Hermione, are you sure you... ?" Harry began, nervously fidgeting with the sleeve
of his robe. "I mean, we've never exactly seen her fight properly, have we? What if she
cheats?"
"Oh, I know she'll cheat. But she underestimates me on at least two levels. First,
I'm aware she might be properly decent in a duel, whereas she doesn't know the half of what
I'm capable of."
"And second?"
Mia smiled innocently, something Harry had hopefully learnt to be afraid of.
"Second, is that Dolores Umbridge will hope to kill me in this duel to rid the world of one
extra Mudblood who's trying desperately to besmirch her good name. I, on the other hand,
don't want to kill the witch."
"What do you want to do to her, then?"
"Make her bleed, and weep, and suffer, and beg me for mercy."
"Kiss me for luck, kitten." He pressed his lips against hers, delving his tongue into
her mouth, grinning when she gripped the front of his shirt tightly. He brought her into
his arms and hugged her, making it look like they were saying goodbye, just in case. In
reality, he brushed his lips against the shell of her ear and whispered, "After this is done
and everyone leaves, would you like me to fuck you on the Black family seat?"
Mia chuckled and pulled away from him.
Remus handed her wand over. "Don't play with her. Just finish it quickly."
"No promises. I'm going to enjoy this. Keep them in line," she said, gesturing to
Sirius and Harry.
Remus nodded.
When she stepped back to the floor, wand in hand, Kingsley stood.
"Ladies, as Interim Chief Warlock and Minister for Magic, I decree that this duel is
valid by the ancient laws of magic, and the victor will not be held accountable for the death
of the other. That being said, the use of Unforgivables is, as always, denied."