"This is quite the perilous situation we find ourselves in," Sirius drawled, leaning over the balcony.

"Shut up," she snapped, watching the smoke curling from his cigarette rather than looking at the smirk she knew would be on his face.

"We must stop meeting like this," he said, raising his hand to his lips and completely ruining her plan.

"I can go home, if you'd prefer," she said, mimicking his tone.

"Don't be like that, Andy." He turned to fully face her then, the smirk falling from his face, a genuine smile replacing it. "I'm glad you came."

"I shouldn't have," she said.

"I know."

"I have Ted," she whispered, watching Sirius drop the cigarette over the edge of the balcony.

"I know."

"And Nymphadora." Sirius took a step towards her.

"I know."

"She's only little. She'll probably be waking up soon."

"I know," Sirius whispered, closing the gap between them and bringing their lips together. She pulled him closer, taking as much of him as she could. Running her hands over every inch of him that she could reach; using lips and teeth to mark him.

She pulled back, watching him gasp for breath. His lips were swollen, covered in traces of her lipstick, and his neck was already forming bruises.

"This is the last time," she said.

"I know," he whispered as she pulled him inside.