"Not much does make you think less of me. I'm clearly not trying hard enough to
lower your standards."
She smiled when he leant down to kiss the crevice of her neck.
"I'm sorry, Sirius."
"I forgive you, kitten."
"I love you."
"I know."
It was still dark when she felt the mattress shift beside her. Mia's eyes slowly began
to open at the movement. She could barely make out his silhouette, but she could easily
tell that Sirius was sitting up next to her. Too tired to talk—if that was the reason he had
woken up—she rested her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes once more, allowing
the warmth of the room to envelope her.
She smiled softly when she felt his knuckles rub her side, inches below the purple
scar that ran across her ribs. As his hand moved higher and higher, eventually grazing
across the underside of her right breast, Mia thought that she could wake up enough
for this.
That was until she felt something wet and ice-cold drip onto her bare skin.
Shrieking, she jumped and reached for her wand, eyes wide and ready for anything.
"Lumos!"
What she found was her shirtless boyfriend, tattooed skin and long black hair—the
usual picture-perfect image of the kind of bad boy most witches could never bring home
to their parents—with a large serving spoon hanging out of his mouth and a carton of
strawberry ice cream in his hands.
She gaped at him, eyes slowly narrowing at the image. When he grinned at her, she
growled, throwing her still-lit wand down on the bed between them. "Your mood swings
are doing my head in! Is that my ice cream?"
"No, this is my ice cream," Sirius said, mumbling around the spoon in his mouth.
Looking down at her stomach, she saw that the pink, frozen dessert was slowly
melting against her warm skin. She reached for her wand to clean it up, but Sirius stayed