A/N: For Sanch. Merry Christmas, dearest! You're perfect.
Marlene ducks into the Three Broomsticks, shivering. She looks through the window one last time, but her view is obscured by a heavy blanket of white snow that piles higher and higher with each passing second.
Pulling her coat more tightly around her body, she makes her way to the bar. "Butterbeer, please," she says, placing her money down.
"Now, why," someone whispers in her ear, amusement heavy in the tone, "would you be in here on such a lovely day?"
Eyes rolling, she turns, pursing her lips at Sirius. "Have you been outside lately?"
"Just a little snow," he snorts.
"A little? It's a bloody blizzard out there!" she says. "It's freezing!"
"Here you are dear," Rosmerta says, setting the butterbeer in front of her.
Marlene grabs it, drinking greedily, relishing the warmth that spreads through her body.
"You know," Sirius says, pulling the glass away from her and setting it back on the bar, "I can think of a much more effective way of keeping warm."
Marlene laughs. She knows she's probably setting herself up, but she can't help herself. "Yeah? How?"
With a grin, Sirius leans in closer, one arm snaking around her waist. "Body heat works nicely, I believe," he whispers.
Again, Marlene shivers, through this time it has nothing to do with the chill outside. She moves into his touch, returning his grin. "Yeah? Maybe we should try that, then."