the_debt_of_time

Dorea had written out. Though Molly still was not happy with the idea of Ronald marrying
a pureblood, society witch, she was clearly overjoyed at the prospect of having a wedding
to distract her.
Now that everything was ready and all that was left was to actually get married, Mia
was more than happy to remain in her old bedroom for a quiet lie-in before everyone
arrived and things got hectic.
Unfortunately, a lie-in was apparently not on Sirius's mind as he sneaked into her
bedroom and slipped beneath the sheets, pressing his naked body up against hers.
"You are supposed to be in your own room," Mia said with a smirk as she tried not
to make a single movement when he lifted her thigh, his hardness seeking out her centre
from behind her.
She was strangely reminded that it was rare for her and Sirius to ever sleep
separately, and for good reason.
"Hermione?" Remus whispered when he stumbled upon her sleeping in the hallway, wand gripped
tightly in hand. "Hermione, are you okay?"
She blinked a few times, looking up at him. "Professor?"
"Hermione, is there a reason you're sitting outside of Sirius's bedroom?" he asked, poking his head
inside the cracked opening of the door to see Sirius snuggled up on his bed, an arm slung over Crookshanks.
"I... I heard noises. He... He was shouting."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Hermione. He normally puts up Silencing Charms."
"Normally?" Her eyes widened. "This happens often?"
"He was kept in Azkaban for twelve years. That much exposure to dementors should have
rendered him either completely insane or powerless. I hate to say it, but he's lucky to walk away with only
nightmares and memories. I try to help when he lets me." He looked back in the bedroom and sighed. "He's
a very stubborn man."
Mia smiled, glad that Sirius was in her bed with her and not in his own if what he
was left to face was something horrible like a nightmare reminding him of Azkaban,
especially the day of their wedding.
Sirius pulled the hair away from her shoulder and kissed her skin, licking a trail up
to her ear where he nibbled on her lobe, whispering, "When have I ever followed rules?"
He surged inside of her, deep and hard like she wanted—always wanted.