Chapter Eighty-Six
Perfect Match
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
(Bless the Broken Road - Rascal Flatts)November 10th, 1978The physical exertion, lack of sleep, and overwhelming surge of magic had drained
the trio. They slept soundly on the grass in the orchards behind Potter Manor, limbs tangled
together in a mass of pale skin.
Remus's eyes opened slowly at the first flutter of morning light that broke through
the trees. He stared down at the witch in front of him, curled with her hands against his
bare chest, pouty lips slightly parted as she took slow, shallow breaths in her deep slumber.
Overwhelmed by his unconditional love for the girl, he smiled and placed a kiss on
her forehead, letting the tips of his fingers roam over her cheeks, marvelling at the magic
that she had been able to summon. There was no denying the truth: she had saved him;
she always saved him.
Suddenly remembering that it was not just Mia who had come to his rescue, Remus
looked over her shoulder and came face to face with Sirius, who was awake and looking at
him, arms wrapped around Mia possessively as though he were suddenly afraid that Remus
would take away his prize in the aftermath of the previous evening.
"Relax, Pads. If I was planning on stealing her away, I would have done it while you
were sleeping."
Sirius snorted as though he were silently saying, I'd like to see you try.
"I thought you'd admitted that sharing was nice," Remus teased.
Sirius huffed indignantly. "In my defence, I'd just had the best sex of my life. It's
relaxing not having to do all the work," he admitted with a slight chuckle.
Remus smirked at his friend, glad to see that the awkwardness between them was
minimal, if not missing entirely. "Lazy arse."