The sensation hit Remus all too quickly, and he fell forward, holding her still against
the wall. His hands firmly gripped her thighs as he panted against her throat, whispering,
"Fuck," softly across her skin.
"Yes... Remus."
"No," he finally said on the edge of an exhale.
"No?" Mia blinked. "No," she repeated the word. "You're saying no to me?"
"I'm saying.. ." Remus groaned as the previous pleasure began to turn into
uncomfortable pain. "I'm saying... not yet. I'm saying not here. Not with canisters of Mrs
Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover on shelves behind us."
He let out a laugh, and soon Mia joined him. Slowly he released his grip on her but
moaned at the contact her body made against his as she slid back down until her feet
touched the ground.
"Soon," Mia whispered.
After a moment of apparently weighing the pros and cons in his head, Remus
agreed. "Soon."
October 7th, 1975Mia rolled her eyes as she eavesdropped on Sirius and her brother.
"I still can't believe she knew about this room and never told us." Sirius pouted in
the corner of the Room of Requirement next to James, who was staring at the back of
Lily's head while she talked with Remus. "A whole room that magically changes to whatever
you want. I bet this is where she did her Animagus training, don't you think?"
"Probably. We caught her up here, right outside, that one time, remember? It is
awesome, though." James grinned, looking around at the room that had formed itself into
a new Defence class, with books of all kinds layering shelves that wrapped around the
edges, and a raised duelling platform in the centre of the room.
"It would be better if there was a stripper pole." Sirius gestured to the platform.
"Right there."
James laughed. "Shut up, Pads."