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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“I look ridiculous!”
Eric scowled as he looked in the mirror, horrified at the sight of himself in aubergine dress robes. Penelope giggled as she emerged from her bedroom, dressed in a shimmering copper dress.
“You look like a wizard” she said as she kissed his cheek
“What the hell is that?!” he cried, pointing to her dress “Maaaaan, why do the girls get to wear normal clothes?”
“If you show up in a regular suit, you’ll look out of place for a wizard wedding” Remus smirked, adjusting the collar of his own gray dress robes. “Trust me; you’ll be glad to be wearing those once we arrive. You’ll still probably look the most ‘normal’ anyway.”
Eric opened his mouth to ask about this, but was interrupted as Mia came limping out of her bedroom, adjusting the deep v neckline of her navy blue dress.
“Do my tits look alright in this dress?”
“Don’t answer that” Remus growled to Eric. “Mia, you look beautiful”
Remus grabbed a cane that was sitting by the door and handed it to her. She sighed heavily, leaning her weight on the ebony stick.
“I feel frumpy” she said flatly
“You look great!” Penelope exclaimed “and your tits look fantastic.”
“I have to wear flats because I can hardly fucking walk, I had to sew the stupid slit because it came up too high and showed all the bullshit on my leg— “
“Mia, you look amazing, really” Eric said with a warm smile.
Remus felt a flush of irritation as he gave Eric a sideways glance. He kissed the top of Mia’s head and adjusted her neckline to ensure her mark was covered.
“Alright, the portkey should activate any minute now—”
Just as he spoke, Bill and Fleur’s wedding invitation began to glow a bright gold. They positioned themselves around the envelope, ready to grab ahold. Penelope took Eric’s hand and smiled.
“Portkeys are more comfortable than apparition, I promise”
Eric chuckled “Good, I would prefer not to get squeezed half to death today”
The Burrow was decorated magnificently; waiters in gold coats were bustling around tables set up on the lawn, preparing for the reception. The ceremony space was arranged beautifully, gold and blush ribbons swooping daintily along the aisle chairs as rose pedals lined the walkway and altar. Witches and wizards were all dressed in their best, chattering away as Ron and an unfamiliar red-haired teen escorted the guests to their seats. Mia hobbled up to the ushers, gripping Remus’s bicep and leaning heavily on her cane as she limped along.
“Hey Mia, how’s your leg?” the unfamiliar boy asked.
Mia and Remus exchanged confused looks as Ron and the boy started chuckling.
“Guys, it’s me” the boy said “but you can call me Barny Weasley, for today”
“Pretty good, eh? We pulled the hair off a muggle boy in Ottery St Catchpole” Ron said, clasping a hand on who they now realized was Harry’s shoulder.
“Looking good, Potter; my leg is bullshit, thanks for asking” Mia smirked.
Harry led Mia, Remus, Eric and Penelope over to their seats, where Eric couldn’t help but look around wildly at the various fashions of the wedding guests. He spotted a couple of Fleur’s veela cousins, Penelope smacking his arm when she caught him staring too long.
“Ow, what the hell? I was just looking!”
“Wotcher, guys!” Tonks said, bustling into the row behind them with Reggie in her arms and Kingsley next to her.
“Hey Tonks; Kingsley” Remus said
Kingsley shook Remus’s hand firmly, and then squeezed Mia’s shoulders as he kissed her cheek. He and Tonks settled in their chairs, adjusting his green dress robes that paired so nicely with his smooth, dark complexion.
“How thrilled is the Prime Minister to have Mum babysitting him for the evening?” Mia whispered, turning back to them.
“Completely thrilled; he nearly threw himself at my feet when I told him Susie was going to be covering me today.” He said with a smirk “’Shacklebolt, please— don’t leave me with that woman; she scares me’”
They all laughed as Kingsley mimed the Prime Minister begging. Tonks turned to Eric and grinned “How you holding up, Eric? You look like a wizard in those robes Mia got you”
“Fine I guess— hey, how is your hair always different every time I see you?” Eric asked. “Is there a spell for that?”
Tonks was blonde for the occasion, which was most likely the 5^th or 6^th different hairstyle Eric had seen her as.
“I’m a metamorphmagus!”
She changed her hair from blonde to pink, to blue to blonde again. She cackled loudly as Eric jumped in his chair, his eyes bugging.
“He’s fun” she giggled to Kingsley.
“Shh, the wedding is starting!” Penelope whispered.
The wedding went off without a hitch, Fleur and Bill married in a beautiful, heartfelt ceremony. The look on Bill’s scarred face as Fleur walked down the aisle brought tears to most of the audience’s eyes. Once they were pronounced husband and wife, the guests all filed over to the tables for dinner and dancing. Mia hobbled helplessly, feeling self-conscious as Remus helped her into her chair. She hated being injured; she couldn’t wait until she was able to walk without the support of his arm or a cane, let alone with a limp. She had only been hobbling for the last five days, irritated that Molly thought it would be another couple weeks before she’d be back to normal.
“Ladies, what are we drinking?” Remus asked as he settled Mia into her chair “I’ll head up to the drink table.”
“Glass of red, whatever they have” Mia said with a weak smile
“The best chardonnay they have up there” Penelope said,
Mia rolled her eyes at Penelope’s pickiness over her wine. Eric jumped up, smoothing the front of his dress robes.
“I’ll go with you” he said
The two of them made their way to the drink table, Remus fighting the irritation he felt to be spending the entire evening in Eric’s company. When they got to the drink table, they looked through the various bottles of wine, trying to find an acceptable one for Penelope.
“So… these robe things are pretty comfortable, actually” Eric said awkwardly.
“Yeah, they’re alright” Remus replied stiffly, studying one of the bottle’s labels.
“Do you wear these much?”
“Not usually”
There was an uncomfortable pause, the tension thick between the two of them as Eric eyed Remus out of the corner of his eye.
“Listen, I think we might’ve gotten off on the wrong foot…” Eric began
Remus let out a bark of laughter “yeah, you could say that”
“Alright, I was kind of a douche and flirted with your girl in front of you, that was an asshole move. But you gotta see it from my side, man!”
“And your side is… what? You see a pretty girl who is obviously with someone else, but because you have complete disregard for the world around you, you go for her anyway?” Remus said irritably, studying another bottle of wine.
“I thought you were her sugar daddy!” Eric exclaimed “The sugar daddies never last. I mean, come on, from my perspective I saw a young, gorgeous girl and a dude quite a bit older— classic sugaring”
Remus turned his head and glared at him, making Eric shift uncomfortably.
“Anyway… what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry. I was a jerk.”
Remus sighed as he poured a glass of red, pondering what to say next. “What are your intentions with Penelope?”
“You sound like her father” Eric snickered
“Penelope is my fiancée’s best friend, and she has become like family to me. I won’t have you tossing her around”
“Nah, man, it’s not like that” Eric said sheepishly, running a hand through his spiked flaxen hair “I really like Penelope; we haven’t had that talk yet, but…”
“What talk?” Remus asked, his brow furrowing.
“You know, the talk. ‘What are we doing, what does our future look like…’” Eric said “I haven’t told her this yet, but I’m getting out of the Air Force soon— beginning of October.”
“You’ll go back to The States?”
“I don’t know” he shrugged “I’ve been in 6 years, I originally told myself I would only do one contract, but I haven’t decided yet. If I sign on for another 6, I’ll most likely get stationed somewhere else. If I choose not to, I’m free to go wherever. Or stay wherever.”
Remus turned to him but didn’t say anything. They stared at each other for a moment before Eric broke the pause.
“I’m not a bad guy, Remus. I really do care about Penelope. I care about Mia too— as a friend of course, I’m not still into her like that.”
Remus ran his tongue along his teeth as he thought. After a moment, he sighed and nodded, “I never thanked you, for helping her with her fever when I couldn’t. Thank you for that”
“Of course” Eric said softly, meeting his eyes. “I know you would’ve done the same thing for Penny”
Remus stuck his right hand out to shake. “I suppose I’ve been less than polite with you…” he said as Eric shook his hand. Eric grinned and picked up his and Penelope’s drink glasses, following Remus back to their table. Mia eyed Remus as he set her glass in front of her.
“What was that about?” she asked in a whisper, her brow raised “you two kiss and make up?”
“Something like that” he smirked and kissed her forehead. “Now, has anyone seen Bill?—” he clasped his hands together as he scanned the reception site “–I need to give him my congratulations personally.”
The dance floor was full as Mia watched everyone having an excellent time. She watched as Kingsley, who couldn’t dance to save his life, hold Reggie on the outskirts of the dance floor and bounce in time with the music as Tonks danced around wildly, her hair changing color every time a new song started. Fleur and Bill beamed with happiness; despite how grossly in love they usually were, their public displays of affection were sweet and heartwarming today.
Most of the witches and wizards were dressed quite normal; their dress robes plain colors of black, navy and maroon. Luna Lovegood and an older gentleman that Mia presumed was her father were dressed in robes of bright gold, sticking out like sore thumbs as they danced oddly off to the side of the crowd. She frowned as she watched the blonde witch twirl about— even ‘Looney Lovegood’ was having a better time tonight than she was. She wished she could dance, to have Remus hold her close while they waltzed to ballads. She looked good at least; her waist-length dark hair was curled and pinned to one side with a hairclip encrusted with sapphires. Whilst everyone was jumping around and sweating their makeup off, she remained a perfect porcelain doll watching from the sidelines. She watched as Remus spun Gabrielle, Fleur’s kid sister, around and around as they skipped in time. He reminded her of a father dancing with his daughter; their laughing faces bring a smile to Mia’s. She looked down to the ring sparkling on her left hand, fidgeting with the diamond as she lost herself in thought. Remus would make a fantastic father; she knew his reservations, but she couldn’t help but think now that they were indeed getting married, another conversation of having children would need to happen.
“How are you doing over here, Mia?”
Penelope and Eric had made their way back to the table, her skin glistening with sweat and hair falling out of its pins.
“I’m alright; you guys look like you’re having fun”
“Yeah, you wizards know how to party!” Eric looked over at Bill as he plopped down in the chair next to Mia. “He looks a lot different than I saw him last. He was attacked by the same werewolf as you?”
Mia nodded, her stomach flip-flopping as she remembered Fenrir slicing and dicing Bill’s face, and the feeling of his blood soaking her as the savage werewolf climbed over her— bearing that horrible, carnivorous grin that haunted her nightmares.
“Someone really needs to kill that guy…” Eric muttered
“Yeah, no kidding” Mia snorted “our side doesn’t kill” she added in a mocking voice, shaking her head as she took a hearty swig of wine.
A vibration on her right wrist made her jump in her seat, her eyes shooting up to Remus. Still on the dance floor across the reception space, he was staring back at her— holding his wrist up as his eyes silently questioned if she were feeling the same sensation. Everyone’s attention turned to a silver streak blazing though the sky, headed right for the reception space. In a puff of silver mist, a patronus appeared— a badger— opening its mouth and speaking in Susan’s voice.
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”
Chaos erupted as witches and wizards began to panic and disapparate on the spot. Mia turned to Penelope and Eric, he looking confused and she looking pale like she had seen a ghost.
“Get him out of here!” she hissed to Penelope “Now!”
Before Eric could even ask what was happening, Penelope grabbed him and disapparated in a loud crack. Mia grabbed her cane and began limping towards Remus, her wand drawn. Flashes of light began to erupt all around them as many of the wedding guests were screaming for their loved ones. She threw up shield after shield, the weight on her leg nearly too much to bear.
“REMUS!” she screamed over the commotion.
“MIA!” he hollered, shielding Ron and Hermione from curses flying at them.
“Mia! Take Ginny! Get out of here!” Arthur yelled, shoving Ginny towards her.
“REMUS!” she screamed again.
“MIA! GO! NOW!” Arthur yelled again
“I can’t leave him!— REMUS!”
“Mia, you have to— GO!”
The scene was so noisy and chaotic, it was disorienting. She lost sight of Remus as the crowd of guest all swarmed in panic, more and more disapparating when they found their loved ones. She swore as she looked between Arthur and the swarm of people. Shield charms were flying up everywhere as more flashes of spells shot all around them.
“GO!” Arthur yelled again
With an angry growl, Mia grabbed Ginny’s hand, , the noise of chaos disappearing into the vacuum as they compressed in on one another.
“Fuck!”
Mia’s injured leg collapsing underneath her, a splitting pain shooting downward as her and Ginny’s feet hit the floor of her living room. Ginny grabbed her arm, trying to help her stand.
“Shit, Mia, I’m sorry….”
“It’s ok, it’s ok” she said breathlessly “are you hurt?”
“No—“
“You guys ok?!” Penelope asked
She and Eric were standing in front of them, both looking confused and worried.
“Yeah, we’re fine” Ginny said “she’s going to want something for her leg— pain potion, probably.”
“I’ll get it”
Penelope rummaged through their kitchen cabinets, plucking a vial out and handing it to Mia.
“What the hell was all that?” Eric asked
“The Ministry fell, You-know-who has taken over” Ginny said weakly
“Who?”
“Vol-“ Mia began
“DON’T SAY HIS NAME!” Ginny flinched
“Sorry” Mia grumbled “the dark wizard we told you about. They don’t like to say his name”
“Why? It’s just a name”
They were interrupted by the phone ringing, Penelope picking it up and answering with a robotic ‘hello’.
“Oh Susan, thank goodness— yeah she’s here, hold on—”
Penelope held the phone to Mia, mouthing ‘it’s your mum’. She limped over, supporting herself clumsily with her cane.
“Mum?”
“Oh sweetie, thank merlin you are safe! I was so worried when I head they were going after Bill’s wedding to look for Harry!”
“Mum! What happened, what’s going on?”
Penelope, Eric and Ginny all leaned in as if to also hear the telephone conversation.
“The Death Eaters tortured and killed Scrimgeour; they have control of the Ministry. It’s bad, Mia, really bad— I’m not sure who to trust at this point.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m with the Prime Minister still, I can’t leave him.”
“Everyone is still at the Burrow. I disapparated with Ginny, but they’re all still there. Tonks, Kingsley, Reggie, Remus…”
Her voice trailed off, her focus now on the vibration still present on her right wrist. Fear coursed through her at the unknown of what was happening.
“Amelia, listen to me. Under no circumstances are you to leave that flat, you hear me? Ginny is your responsibility now; you keep her safe. Stay there until Remus gets back, I’ll call as soon as I know anything.”
“Mum—“
“I have to go, stay put. Understand?”
“Yes” she groaned through her teeth “I love you”
“I love you too, sweetheart. Talk to you soon”
Mia slammed the phone on the hook, and let out a grunt of frustration.
“We’re grounded.” She grumbled. “Mum says it’s really bad”
She hobbled over to the couch, sitting down heavily and groaning as she tried to stretch her injured leg.
“Is it illegal to get married?” Eric asked thickly “Why was the wedding attacked?”
Penelope put a hand on Eric’s shoulder, squeezing softly.
“They were looking for Harry Potter, the one I told you about”
“Yeah but he wasn’t there, right? You would’ve pointed him out if so?”
“He was there, Penelope just didn’t know” Mia said, “Polyjuice; He told Remus and I who he was”
“I had no idea—” Penelope began, but stopped as Eric looked at her, puzzled “I’ll explain polyjuice later…” she said out of the corner of her mouth to him.
Ginny plopped on the couch next to Mia and let out a huff “So… I’m bunking with you guys for a bit?” she gruffed.
“Looks like it. Good thing I got groceries yesterday” Mia said “Don’t use magic while you’re here— that goes for all of us”
“Can the ‘Death Eater’ people find you when you use magic?” Eric asked
“They can find Ginny, because she has the trace”
Eric furrowed his brow, looking between Ginny, Mia and Penelope.
“Trace?”
“Underage witches and wizards aren’t supposed to do magic outside of school. They can sense magic around an underage person, like Ginny. We don’t know if were to cast a spell if it were to trigger Ginny’s trace” Penelope explained.
“Well, let’s live like muggles then.” Ginny muttered, jumping up from the couch and smoothing her gold bridesmaid dress. “Mia, Can I borrow some clothes?”
“Make yourself at home; you’re going to be here a bit”
It seemed like hours before any news arrived at the flat. Mia had insisted everyone try to sleep for the night, but no one, including her, wanted to sleep without some news that everyone they left at the wedding was safe. The 4 of them sat around the dining room table and played cards, trying to make the time go by faster. Mia’s wrist had been vibrating the entire time, praying for the moment it stopped vibrating to hear the pop of apparition behind her and to feel Remus sweep her into a tight embrace.
A silver streak shot through their wall, a silver weasel materializing on the table before them.
“Family safe. Do not contact, house being watched. Keep Ginny.”
The voice spoke in Arthur’s voice, Eric staring at it with wonder and amazement. Mia looked down at her vibrating wrist and let out a frustrated grunt.
“Then why is this piece of shit still vibrating??” she growled.
The phone rang; cutting the silence that had fallen after Arthur’s weasel spoke its message. Penelope jumped up and answered, outstretching the phone to Mia.
“It’s Susan”
“Well tell her to hang on, I can’t walk very fast!”
Mia limped over to the phone, leaning against the kitchen cabinets for support.
“Mum?”
“How is everyone there? Any trouble?”
“We’re fine, just bored and worried. Arthur sent us a patronus and told us the Burrow is safe, but they’re being watched.”
“Yes I got word of that too. Kingsley and Tonks are home safe with Reggie, they were going to send you a patronus but I told them I would call you. The less magic around Ginny the better”
“A patronus wouldn’t trigger the trace, would it?”
“No, it shouldn’t coming to you but I wouldn’t cast one yourself.” Susan said, “listen sweetie, I’ve got to get back to the Prime Minister; I’m guarding him overnight until Kingsley relieves me in the morning”
“Mum wait—“ Mia said quickly “have you heard from Remus?”
“No, I haven’t; he’s not with you yet?”
Susan sounded surprised, which didn’t comfort Mia at all.
“No” she grumbled “call me if you hear from him?”
“Will do— remember to stay put. Don’t go out looking for him, ok?”
Mia reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone, huffing loudly. She rubbed her vibrating wrist, chewing her bottom lip and fighting back frustrated tears. At least she knew as long as her wrist made the gentle hum, he was alive.
They were cooped up in the flat for nearly three days; all four of them beginning to lost their mind of boredom. Mia was surprised Eric had insisted on staying through the weekend, being very attentive to helping the girls with meals and entertainment.
“As long as I am on base for roll call at 08:00 Monday morning, I want to ride this out with you guys”
They could only play cards so many times, so they cycled through VHS tapes, Eric choosing which movies he insisted Ginny get acquainted with.
“It’s sacrilege that you’ve never even heard of him!” he said to her dumfounded when she stared blankly at the tape of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off in his hand. “What the hell do you witches watch on television??”
Ginny had been a tremendous help also while she way staying with them, especially helping Mia change her dressings and insisting she help cook so Mia didn’t have to hobble around the kitchen. Her leg was gaining a little bit of strength back, the wound closing from the rigorous routine of potions Molly was having her take, but she still had a bit of a limp in her step. Penelope and Ginny forced her to eat her regular meals, despite her nerves making food the absolute last thing she wanted that weekend.
Her wrist stopped vibrating early Sunday morning, making her expect Remus to come popping into the room any moment. Much to her dissatisfaction, even hours after the bracelet had ceased, there was no sign of him.
“He’s either dead, or fucking with me!” She hollered, pacing back and forth, limping with her cane.
“He’s not dead, and he’s not messing with you” Ginny said “You should sit down”
“Then where is my patronus telling me he’s ok? Better yet, where the fuck is he?”
“I don’t know, but you need to sit down and rest your leg!” Ginny hissed
“If he’s not dead, I’m going to kill him!”

It wasn’t until nearly sundown on Sunday night that the front door bustled open, Remus shuffling inside with a few newspapers in his hand.
“Remus! Thank goodness!” Penelope cried, pointing her wand at him “What lesson did you use Mia and I for a demonstration when you taught at Hogwarts?”
“I had you two demonstrate non-verbally deflecting jinxes” he replied without falter.
Penelope lowered her wand, then threw her arms around him and squeezed him tight.
“Sorry it took me so long to get back here, I had a Death Eater tailing me. When I shook him of, I went to deliver some news to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Things aren’t looking too—” Remus said, cut off by Mia’s shouting from the other room.
“REMUS JOHN LUPIN YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!”
She limped out of her bedroom, eyes burning with fury and gritting her teeth. Her bandage was falling off her leg, Ginny running behind her with a piece of tape. (“Let me tape that up first!!”)
“Hey, your limp looks bet— OW!”
She smacked his shoulder with her cane, all while shouting crude expletives at him. He threw his arm up to shield himself from being whacked with her cane again.
“We haven’t heard from you in days!” she hissed “You could’ve sent me an update once you were safe!”
“Sorry, I stopped by headquarters to see Harry and the others, then the Burrow to check on Arthur and Molly. I brought some papers with updates on what’s been going on” he said, motioning to the Daily Prophet copies on the table. “I missed you…”
He tried to kiss her, but she held her cane up, threatening to strike again.
“No, you had me worried sick! Go away— your face is pissing me off!” she grumbled, plopping down in chair and hastily grabbing a Daily Prophet, burying her nose in it.
“She’s been ready to kill you all day, man…” Eric whispered to Remus, sticking his right hand out to shake it “Glad you’re alright”
“Thanks, Eric. She been eating?”
“Yeah, but Penny had to fight with her a few times on it. What’s up with that, anyway?”
“It’s just a thing she does”
He eyed Mia as she turned her nose up while she read. He couldn’t help but think how cute she looked when she was angry.
“I can hear you, assholes” she snapped. “Now what the hell is this muggle-born registration?”
“WHAT?” Ginny and Penelope cried at the same time.
Penelope ripped the Daily Prophet out of Mia’s hand and stared at it for a minute. Her mouth hung open as she read:
All ‘Muggle-born’ Witches and Wizards must register with the Ministry’s newly appointed Muggle-born Registration commission. Recent research undertaken by the Department of Mysteries reveals that magic can only be passed from person to person when Wizards reproduce. Where no proven Wizarding ancestry exists, therefore, the so-called Muggle-born is likely to have obtained magical power by theft or force. The Ministry is determined to root out such usurpers of magical power, and to this end has issued an invitation to every so-called Muggle-born to present themselves for interview by the Muggle-born Registration Commission.
“ohmygod” Penelope gasped, her hands starting to shake “I honestly have no magical ancestry that I know of”
“They are rounding up Muggle-borns as we speak; they are scheduling trials, and sending them to Azkaban if they cannot prove magical ancestry” Remus said heavily.
“I can’t go to Azkaban!” she squeaked “The cells are filthy, and smell like toilets! People scream for their mothers and wives to save them, going insane and offing themselves in their cells!”
She began breathing rapidly, her eyes darting around wildly. Eric grabbed her hand, shaking her gently.
“Penny, hey, relax— I think she’s having a panic attack”
“Ginny, there’s calming draught in the drawer by the sink!” Mia said, pointing towards the kitchen.
Ginny threw the drawer open and found the small dropper bottle, shuffling over to Penelope and forcing her mouth open, dropping a couple drops on her tongue. Once Penelope relaxed, Ginny began rubbing her shoulders.
“There, it’s ok…” Ginny said soothingly
“We’re not going to let that happen” Remus said gently “we’ll figure this out”
Penelope nodded, sniffing loudly.
“What am I supposed to do about work?” Mia asked “I can’t work at the Ministry alongside Death Eaters”
Remus thought for a moment before speaking “As much as I don’t like the idea of you going back, I think you should. You need to keep up the appearance that you have nothing to hide. It would be good to have some insider information as to what is going on inside those walls.”
Mia nodded stiffly, biting her lip.
“Penny, Take a sleeping draught and get a good night’s rest; we’ll talk about it in the morning.” Remus said “Ginny, I’m supposed to take you back to the Burrow tonight, you ready to go?”
She nodded and walked over to him, taking his arm.
“Don’t take three days to get back” Mia said flatly as they disapparated.
“Mia, I’m scared” Penelope squeaked
Mia let out a large sigh, taking Penelope’s hand. “Me too”
Mia limped around her room getting ready for bed with a heavy heart. She had sent Penelope off to bed with a sleeping draught, hoping she would be able to get a good night’s sleep despite the impending Muggle-born registration. Eric waited until she was asleep to head back to base, albeit insisting he could stay until sunrise. Mia shooed him away, insisting she would understand and not to miss roll call, remembering her father’s tangents when his men would be late to report.
She was nervous to go back to work; tomorrow was Monday and she hadn’t been to work since before they moved Harry the weekend previous. Not only would she have a difficult time getting around the Ministry with her inconvenient limp, but now that the Ministry was infiltrated? What did this mean going forward?
She hobbled around the room in her pajamas, also feeling irritated that Remus had now been gone over an hour to take Ginny home. She was so relieved when he came home safe, but so mad that he kept her worried sick. Her heart leapt when she heard the pop of apparition from the other room, and her bedroom door open. Remus stepped inside, and her anger came back tenfold.
“Hey, sorry I got caught up talking to Arth— give me that!” he yanked her cane out of her hand that she had rose to whack him again.
“I was worried sick, and you felt the need to keep me in the dark for days!” she hissed angrily “you could’ve sent me updates!”
“I had a Death Eater following me— I didn’t want him to know I was sending messages, in case he decided to follow it” He said “I didn’t mean to worry you”
He took a few steps towards her and cupped her face with his hand, giving her a small smirk.
“Don’t do that!” she growled, wagging her finger at him.
“Do what?”
“Look at me like that!”
“I don’t know what you mean” he said grinning, running his one hand into her hair and snaking his other arm around her waist. “You know, you’re really cute when you’re angry”
“I am not cu—“she spat, cut off by his lips crashing against hers.
She broke the kiss suddenly and pushed him, feeling a slight tingle in her palms as her hands were pressing against his chest
“You can’t just walk in here all handsome and seductive, kiss me, and expect me to just forget I’m angry!”
He smirked at her, his eyes flashing “I disagree.”
His lips crashed back against hers again; She felt a surge of energy as his tongue swirled around hers, kissing her passionately. She moaned in submission against his mouth, giving into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her weight against him to support her weakened leg. He picked her up carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently and pulling her pajama shorts and panties off. There was something about the way he handled her now after biting her that was different— almost as if he let go of any fear he had of hurting her accidentally. The way he nipped at her flesh and touched her seemed to hold no reservations, allowing himself to fully be enraptured by her. He trailed kisses down her body until he settled himself between her thighs.
“Just because you touch me in the right places doesn’t mean I’m not still— fuck!”
Her back arched from his touch, sliding a finger inside her as his tongue worked her clit with feather soft strokes.
“You…are…an…asshole…shit!”
She writhed as she gripped the bedsheets, the sensation too good as she came for him with a sharp gasp. He chuckled as he kissed the inside of her thigh and trailed upward, his smug grin irritating and arousing Mia all at the same time.
“I want you so bad…” he whispered in her ear, undoing his belt. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you feel…”
“And what about what I’ve been thinking about for days?” She breathed, grabbing his face and stopping him “I didn’t think I would ever see you again— how could you do that to me?”
He looked at her, his expression softening as he tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear “I’m so sorry, I truly didn’t mean to worry you— I promise as long as I am on this earth; I won’t do that to you again”
“You better not.”
She kissed him roughly, tangling her hands into his hair. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid into her, ignoring the slight twinge in her injured thigh as he pounded in and out of her. He growled lewd things in her ear as she begged him for more, her arousal burning in her mark and deep in her core. He grabbed her leg to move it over his shoulder, accidentally gripping the very spot that was injured. She let out a yelp of pain as he quickly realized his error.
“Shit— I’m sorry, you ok?” he asked, his movements becoming slightly erratic.
“No no no I’m fine don’t stop don’t stop!!”
She gripped his hair tighter; a few more strokes and her back arched sharply, his name rolling off her lips as she melted underneath him. He came a moment later with a low grunt, burying his face in her shoulder.
“I’m sorry I hurt your leg” he panted, peppering her jaw with kisses.
“Its fine” she breathed “Can you get me a pain potion?”
He obliged, shifting off of her to retrieve her potion from the bathroom medicine cabinet. When he returned, he climbed in bed next to her, fluffing the pillows behind her as she downed the vial.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he murmured in her ear.
She rolled her eyes and gently shoved him, trying her hardest not to let him see her smile.
“Shut up— I’m still mad at you”.
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