the_debt_of_time

"This girl?" Sirius scoffed. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Marlene was Sirius's first.. ." Remus winced. "Everything."
"Not my first love," Sirius declared firmly.
Remus conceded to the fact and held up his hands in surrender. "No, but on your
first date with Mia, she walked out of Honeydukes to catch you kissing Marlene."
"For the last bloody time, she kissed me!"
"Which Mia forgave you for, but wasn't that the whole reason she instituted the No
Marlene McKinnon Rule for you?"
Sirius groaned. "I was drunk, and I didn't know. How long do you think she's going
to be pissed at me for?"
Suddenly, the front door was thrown open again, this time revealing Draco, who
was rubbing his nose irritably. He sniffed a few times, glancing down at the fresh blood
stains on his robes as he stepped to take a seat next to Sirius, opposite Remus.
"Are you aware that the inside of your house looks like someone set a small pack
of nifflers loose?"
"Are you aware that your robes are covered in blood, ferret?" Ron asked, a crooked
grin on his face.
"And yet they still appear to be cleaner than yours." Draco glared at the redhead,
gesturing to the smeared chocolate and crumbs on his collar. "Can you not afford napkins
on an Auror trainee's salary, or are you simply accustomed to eating out of a trough?"
"Got caught up in her wrath, did you?" Sirius asked, interrupting the argument
between the two before it got out of hand. He held out his empty glass to the blond, pulling
a small bottle out from behind him for a refill.
Draco took it enthusiastically, tossing the liquor down his throat in one gulp. He
set the glass down between them and then reached for his wand to clean the blood stains
from his clothing. "If you've angered a witch to the point of brutality, the least you could
do is close the bloody Floo Network so no one else walks into your mess unsuspectingly.
It's called manners, Sirius."
Sirius smirked. "Sorry about that. She break your nose?"