Chapter Forty-Seven
Supposed to Be a Good Man
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
(Shake it Out - Florence + The Machine)March 13th, 1976"I'm not going to apologise for sleeping with Remus," Mia said, breaking the silence
now that she and Sirius were seated in the dark alcove on the fifth-floor corridor, the scent
of arousal lingering in the air.
After he had touched her, tasted her, and brought her to blinding rapture with only
his talented hands, Mia and Sirius fell to the floor, the combination of alcohol and an
emotionally charged night rendering them helpless against exhaustion.
He leant to the side and dropped his head onto her lap. Keeping his face forward,
he decided to ignore the fact that he wanted to turn around and pet her some more instead
of letting her pet him. A soft smile appeared on his face when her fingers ran through his
hair, gently this time, unlike the passionate pulling they had been doing minutes earlier.
"Can you blame me for being jealous?" he asked, looking up at her.
Mia sighed looking down at him, pressing her lips together. She looked caught off
guard when she was met with sincerity.
"No," she finally answered, "but you still don't have a right to be."
"Do you hate me? I know I got a little carried away there. Okay, a lot carried away."
He frowned, feeling sick with himself. He had meant to ask permission at the very least. "I
didn't mean to... take advantage."
"I think I took just as much advantage as you did, and I wasn't exactly complaining.
Do I hate you after that?" She chuckled softly but then sighed. "A little. Not because of
what we just did, but because I know it meant nothing to you."