the_debt_of_time

"Perhaps it's not jealousy, in fact, that lights my anger." Snape turned and glared at
her. "Lily is more than free to dance with whomever she pleases. I do, however, have a
problem with her dancing with... whatever she pleases."
Mia's eyes darkened, and her jaw twitched. "I would be very careful if I were you,
Snape. I have no problem smacking that sneer right off your face... again."
She felt a tug on her hand, spinning around involuntarily until she hit something
hard. She looked up at the grinning face of Sirius, who moved quickly to the dance floor.
"Sorry, you looked like you needed a save from Snivellus over there." He smirked,
looking her over. "I'd hate for his greasy hair to stain your pretty dress."
Mia laughed as he dipped her dramatically. "What are you doing here? You're going
to get in so much trouble."
"I came to dance with the prettiest girl in the whole school. But seeing as Remus
seems to be keeping her occupied, I settled for you." He laughed as she slapped his
shoulder. "You really didn't think I'd miss this, did you? I can't stay long, though; I'm almost
done writing one thousand lines of 'I will not be taught by stupid snakes.'"
Mia gasped. "You didn't?"
"Oh, he's not actually going to read them." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Do I smell
firewhisky? Did Prongs actually do it?"
"No. Well, probably," she admitted and looked over her shoulder as she watched
her brother consume a large cup of punch before subtly walking away from the table and
disappearing into the crowd. "We actually all had a drink before we came to the dance."
"Sweet, little, innocent Mia, drinking firewhisky and shagging werewolves," Sirius
tutted as he spun her around. "What is the world coming to?"
"What? We aren't... I... We haven't―"
"I'm just teasing, love." Sirius smirked. "That's a pretty colour on your cheeks,
though."
Mia frowned. "Sirius―"
"I have my moments, you know," he continued, ignoring the look on her face.
"Moments where I think, 'Now how did I fuck that up?' Times when I watch you looking
at him and wonder if you'd have looked at me that way."
"I did," Mia admitted sadly, "but you ran, and I told you that I wasn't going to wait
around for you."