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Five Days Until Christmas
“Sirius, he broke up with you 359 days ago, he wasn’t worth your time,” Marlene huffed as she finished painting Sirius’s left pinky nail a sparkly red, “you should really consider Remus’s offer, he’d be much kinder to your heart that Gideon ever could.”
“Exactly, that’s the problem. They always seem so sweet at first and then fuck you over in the end,” Sirius groaned, throwing himself back on the bed dramatically, “all Gideon ever did was throw it away, the day after Christmas no less. Still stings that he chose fucking Lockhart over me, the bastard couldn’t even stay faithful for a month.”
“You knew Gideon for what, three months before you started dating? You’ve known Remus since you started Hogwarts when you were 11, if he was going to break your heart he would’ve done it already,” Marlene picked up Sirius’s other hand, “look, it’s five days until your first Christmas completely free from your parents. You should accept his offer, have the boyfriend you know you deserve for Christmas and New Years. James would kill him if he ever even thought of hurting you. I know you think you’re sneaky, hiding that you have a crush on him, but you’ve had hearts in your eyes every time you looked at him since fourth year.”
“Have not,” Sirius grumbled, wishing he could cross his arms without ruining the fresh coat of polish, “I haven’t had a crush on him nearly that long.”
“Ha! So you admit you have a crush on him,” Marlene said triumphantly.
“Fuck you.”
“Just think about it, alright?”
Three Days Until Christmas
“Marlene is right, you know,” James said as he hung a red ball on the Christmas tree, “you’ve been making heart eyes at Remus since fourth year. I’m surprised Moony didn’t ask you out until now.”
“Yeah cause he’s definitely liked me for the past five years,” Sirius said sarcastically, picking out a golden ornament and handing it to James, “no one likes the fuck up.”
“Will you stop it with your self deprecating bullshit? Everything your parents ever said was meant to hurt you and you’re letting it get to you,” James held the ornament as he looked down at Sirius from his place on the ladder, “just go kiss Moony or something, you’ll both enjoy it and finally get what you want.”
“I can’t just go up to him and kiss him!” Sirius said, shocked that James would even suggest something like that.
“Why not?” James shrugged, acting like it was no big deal, “you both like each other and Moony has explicitly told you that he wants to date you. What’s the harm in kissing him?”
“Because what if he’s changed his mind or decides I’m such a terrible kisser that he never wants to see me again?”
“You’re just being dramatic, Pads. He’s practically dying for you to kiss him and every single person who you’ve ever kissed has raved about it for weeks after the fact. Just kiss him already.”
“Fuck you, Prongs.”
“If you don’t do it before Christmas, Marlene and I will force you two under the mistletoe.”
Sirius’s only response was to throw his middle finger up at James.
Christmas Eve
“Fuck yeah! Thank you Pads!” Remus practically threw himself at Sirius after he opened the record of ‘Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars’. The man wrapped a helpless Sirius in a hug so tight he could barely breathe. James had to make it worse by raising an eyebrow, saying something along the lines of ‘this is why you should kiss him’ and simply staring at a frowning Sirius.
“You’re welcome, Moony. Now I need a chance to breathe,” Sirius pushed at Remus lightly and he let go without a word.
“I really love you, man,” Remus said with a grin nearly wide enough to escape the plane of his face.
‘It was just the firewhiskey, it was just the firewhiskey, it was just the bloody firewhiskey’ Sirius told himself to explain Remus’s strange behavior.
Surrounded by friends wasn’t the best place to have their first kiss anyone, so Sirius was going to pretend that James wasn’t there.
Later, James was in the kitchen mixing up some sort of drink that was bound to get everyone so drunk they would forget how to walk. About an hour after Remus had opened his gift, James called Sirius into the kitchen.
Just as Sirius was walking into the kitchen to help with whatever a tipsy James had managed to concoct, none other than Remus John Lupin was exiting the kitchen. Of course, Mrs. Potter had insisted on hanging a mistletoe in that very spot.
“Oh fuck you, Potter,” Sirius spat with no real anger behind it, “you planned this, didn’t you.”
“Never,” James snickered as Marlene appeared behind him, also laughing at Sirius’s predicament.
“I promise this wasn’t my idea,” Remus said, stepping back from his spot under the mistletoe, “I know you aren’t into me, and I wanted to give you-”
Sirius decided fuck it, maybe he would regret it when he was sober in the morning, but he really wanted to kiss Remus while he had a chance and something to blame it on if everything went to shit. He reached his arms up around the back of Remus’s neck, Remus was taller than him after all, and pulled him into a bit of a forceful kiss. Remus didn’t seem to care, however, and immediately kissed back.
In the background, they could both hear the rest of the group cheering. Neither of them cared, however, and secretly considered the kiss their own little Christmas miracle.