Remus grumbled under his breath. Friends with benefits had worked well the first
time around, but that was before Sirius had gotten involved. "Well, now I'm pissed off
for another reason."
Mia laughed a little, which lifted his heart some. But then her smile was gone again,
and she wiped the back of her hand against her eye. "I'm sorry, Remus."
"I know; it's not your fault." He sighed and pulled her back into his arms. "We tried.
Honestly, I'm feeling a little relieved. You know I love you, and I want to give you
everything, but I know I can't. You've always been right about the whole mate thing. I've
been having nightmares lately that you and I leave Hogwarts and get married, then my mate
shows up at the wedding, and Moony takes over, and I end up leaving you... I don't want
that to happen."
"You'll find her," Mia promised.
Remus brushed her off. "We're not talking about that right now. Come on, let's get
to breakfast." He stood up and pulled her to her feet in one swift motion. "Before we do
anything, though, you need to go and find that Letter of Intent." He winced at the thought
of it. "Bloody hell... why'd I have to do something so public?"
She smiled sweetly at him. "Because you're a romantic at heart."
"I hope you know that you'll not be getting poetry from Sirius," Remus stated firmly
as they made their way back toward the castle, still hand-in-hand. "He might quote you
some Sex Pistol lyrics at best. You're going to miss me."
Mia laughed and squeezed his hand. "I won't need to miss you. You're not going
anywhere."
"Can you at least tell him I'm better at sex than he is?" Remus pleaded.
Mia laughed again.
The former couple made it through breakfast without any problems. Afterward,
Mia returned to Gryffindor Tower to shower and change, only to look in the mirror and
see the suddenly reappeared splinching scar across her back. Well, that explains the dream, she
thought to herself, immediately worrying about what would happen when her "Mudblood"
scar reappeared later that year.