the_debt_of_time

Mia yawned, pushing him away from her face. "Well, you can earn my eternal love
if you let me go back to sleep."
"No. I have a wedding to go to, and you're coming with me."
"You want me to be your date to a wedding?"
Sirius laughed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. She wondered if
that was a tell. She had never been able to figure out exactly when Sirius was trying to hide
something.
"If this is a date, then I am officially worthy of all the shitty rumours going around
this year. No, this is certainly not a date," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up into
a sitting position. He tugged on her legs, moving them off the side of her bed as she
continued to glare at him. "I just have to go to this wedding, and, well... I'd rather have
you there than one of the guys."
Mia blushed as she remembered dancing at Bill and Fleur's wedding with an older
Sirius. He had told her that he hated weddings because he had been forced to go to so
many as a child.
"Most of the weddings were for cousins, aunts, and uncles of mine, all destined to marry one another,
or married off to the worst type of people to ever exist. Like the Malfoys and the Lestranges."
She gasped at the memory. "Are you talking about Narcissa's wedding?"
"Yes."
She felt her heart still in her chest as she tried to blink away the images of a cold
drawing room. "Sirius... I... I can't go."
"Why not? It'll be a laugh. By the way, how are your roommates still asleep? I
expected to have three girls screaming at me by now. Or asking me to stay," he said with a
wink.
"I put a Silencing Charm around my bed before I go to sleep," she curtly replied.
"Where's the wedding at, Sirius?"
"Silencing Charm? Were you expecting me?"
"Sirius! The wedding! Location!"
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Malfoy's place. Big manor that's as ugly and cold
as―"