the_debt_of_time

"He'll want to know more."
"One day soon, he'll need to know more. You didn't get sent back in time on your
own, you know. Eventually, Remus will have to know the truth if he's ever going to be able
to send you back again when it's time."
"Fine," Mia conceded. "Apology and then a half-truth with a promise to confess
everything one day. That'll go over well," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"You're very pessimistic when you haven't been sleeping," Hermione pointed out
with a frown.
"I'm very pessimistic over the thought of having to sneak into my boyfriend's bed
to apologise for something I can't properly explain, while trying to quietly slip past my
brother, Sirius, and Peter," Mia snarled.
"I never said you had to sneak into Remus's bed." Hermione's cheeks turned bright
red at the implication.
"Are you blushing?" Mia laughed loudly. "Merlin, do we even blush anymore?"
"You certainly don't." Hermione refused to make eye contact with her
doppelgänger. "Do you even have anything to be ashamed of anymore?"
"I had nothing to be ashamed of from the beginning," Mia pointed out proudly.
"You're having sex with your professor," Hermione said with wide eyes, scandalised.
"He's not my professor right now." Mia grinned in reply. "Would you like me to
stop?"
"Well.. ." Hermione thought about it for a few moments and then shrugged her
shoulders ever so slightly. "I didn't say that. It's only natural, I suppose. Remus has always
been quite―"
"Fit?"
"Attractive," Hermione corrected. "Now, go before a Slytherin prefect finds you
here and gives you more detention!"
Mia chuckled. "Detention really isn't all that bad you know."
"I'll have to take your word for it." Hermione shook her head in disappointment.
"I find your lack of respect for authority and structure appalling."
"Will I see you again?" Mia asked.
"Anytime you look in a mirror, I suppose."