"Our girl?" he offered with a small laugh. She huffed in reply, and he laughed harder.
"You know it's pretty much the truth. You've been ours for years, kitten. Mine and
Remus's, and to a lesser and not at all sexual extent, James's."
"Thank you for that clarification," Mia said with a disgusted shudder. She then took
in a deep breath, exhaling and letting the stress from her shoulders release after a long
moment. "It feels like we're creating terms for some sort of pre-engagement."
"Aren't we?" Sirius smirked. "We basically just created a short list of people we're
each allowed to shag while the world rights itself to create the perfect situation for the two
of us to finally be together. Which may or may not ever happen."
"It will. Even if it's not for another twenty years, it'll still happen." After a brief
pause, she teasingly asked, "You think tonight will hold you over until then?"
"Fuck no." Sirius barked a laugh, looking at her with a familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Speaking of which... You wouldn't be terribly inclined to return the favour, would you?"
"Absolutely not." She laughed, shaking her head as she moved to stand up. "I'll
consider what you did an apology for tricking Remus and me into confessing our secret to
you. We're currently even, Padfoot."
"Wait!" Sirius called after her as she began making her way back toward Gryffindor
Tower. "We need to include one last, very important thing in regards to our...
arrangement."
Mia looked back, raising a brow. "Never tell Jamie?"
"Never."
March 16th, 1976Despite the regular meetings of the Assisted Defence group in the Room of
Requirement—where the advanced students began learning basic wandless magic courtesy
of Mia—they still had to attend official Defence Against the Dark Arts classes with
Professor Higgs. The former Slytherin had not toned down his prejudices against creatures
and beings, who he referred to as "half-breeds," but thanks to the multitude of complaints