was Christmas Eve and the quiet murmur of Gryffindors echoed in the common
room. The fire was glowing softly and its embers in the shape of snowflakes
reached up toward the chimney. Past the frosted windows, snow was flurrying
onto the castle.
There were only five teenagers
lounging in the common room, all of whom were blissfully oblivious to the
brewing war outside the castle walls.
of them was slumped on the floor against the sofa; Marauder’s Map in hand,
snoring softly. A record player lay in front of him. It was playing slow Muggle
Christmas waltzes covered by witches. Celestina Warbeck’s voice danced around the
the worn sofa, there was a girl with flaming red hair in the arms of a boy wearing
glasses. He was holding her close to his chest, as if he could protect her from
anything. They both snuggled under the warmth of a quilt as they watched the flames
move up and down in the fireplace. A ghost of a smile was on both of their
faces; the boy’s chin lying on top of the girl’s head.
The boy weaved his fingers with hers.
Lily answered absently.
love you.” Those three words. Each so simple yet
holding the power of the universe around them. Although James told her this a
lot, her heart never failed to beat faster and faster. They could be in the
middle of a fight he would simply yell that he loves her. Although Lily
complained, she knew she loved it. And she knew she loved him, until the very
and Lily continued to cuddle until they slowly fell asleep.
the sofa of that couple, two young boys were sitting on an overstuffed armchair
also facing the fire. One of them was wearing a cozy jumper and reading a book.
His untidy hair seemed to glow in the soft light of the fire. With the other boy’s
legs strewn across his and his head resting on his shoulder, he was a perfectly
content werewolf, thank you very much (added to the fact that a steaming mug of
hot cocoa was sitting next to him). The second boy was cuddled up next to the
reader. This boy’s dark hair was in a hasty bun, several strands framing his
face. He was asleep and nuzzling the other’s neck like a dog would. The reader
looked down at him with affection in his eyes and kissed his forehead.
the boy whispered.
was answered with incoherent mumbling. He chuckled lightly and glanced at the
red and gold clock above the fireplace.
wake up. It’s just two minutes ’til Christmas.”
Sirius rubbed his face and opened his eyes.
shite, did I fall asleep? Sorry, Re,” Sirius said apologetically as he leaned
in closer, “But you’re going to love my gift for you,” he added mischievously.
wait,” Remus murmured and gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss.
touched his cheek, his gaze never wavering from Remus’s. “How’re you feeling
from last week? You still look exhausted. And pale. You need to eat more.”
eyes glinted with amusement at his boyfriend’s concern for his ‘furry little
problem’. “I’m quite alright now. I just want to get into bed.”
well, you know I can always help you with that. Anytime,” he looks at his
imaginary watch, “In fact, let’s go up right now so I can make sweet love to –”
large clock interrupted him as it struck midnight, officially making it
Christmas Day. If you listened closely, you could hear the cheers and happiness
from around the castle.
“Happy Christmas, Sirius,” Remus told him,
pure joy radiating off him.
too, babe,” he wrapped his arms around Remus’s waist and gave him the best
Christmas present he could’ve asked for.