A/N: Hello everyone and welcome =)

1) Harry Potter is still not mine, sadly, but I like to play with it ;)

2) English is not my native language, so if there are spelling mistakes or horrendous mistakes in grammar, please don't be harsh. I'll always try my best and it is a good exercise.

3) This fic got into my mind last night and I really wanted to write it down. So, there is part 1 of 2; maybe I'm doing a series with it because these idiots are not the only ones who should be stuck under a mistletoe.

So have fun, leave kudos and comments if you liked it and thank you ;)

It was the first of December, and Sirius knew, knew what would happen.

Mistletoes.

Mistletoes all over Hogwarts and there was nothing they could do. Marvoulus, if you weren't on the receiving end.

It was a tradition since winter 1579 when the 14 years old, but oversensitive William Shakespeare, later known as one of the most famous writers in history, stepped under a little branch, slipped on the icy ground and promptly clutched onto his dearest friend, whose mouth had been far too near and their lips brushed. It had ended in a heated snogging session and more than a handful of enthralling poems and even a drama.

Since then, Hogwarts herself, and some would insist that the old castle was a lady, hung mistletoes all over the place so love and cheer and fun would spread in the hearts of the young students in Scottland.

And Sirius, he'd looked forward to it year after year. Of course, he'd had. There had been a lot of hilarious kisses the last few years.

Once a deeply blushed Professor McGonagall had to bend over to blow a light kiss onto the charms teachers bald head, who had tried to court her for the next seven hours. Her efforts to get rid of the mistletoes had doubled after that.

And there had been that time when his cousin Narcissa had kissed, with dark red cheeks and clenched fists, a deeply embarrassed Frank Longbottom, who had received a light slap and bright laughter from his girlfriend, Alice, later.

Or that one time when his brother Regulus had stuck in the Entrance Hall with none other than Albus Dumbledore himself.

That had been awkward, and although Sirius would never not grin over that image, he would definitely never not cringe inwardly as well.

Yet this year, Sirius last year in Hogwarts, he had been determined to get as many kisses from all the beautiful girls in Hogwarts, but he had never imagined this.

Not this...ever!

Everything went wrong.

It was the very first day of December, and Sirius walked beside James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to the Great Hall, talking about Lily, what or better who else.

James dated the red-haired girl for a few weeks now, and his excitement was insufferable.

"She is just so amazing, guys. You can't imagine.", He told them for what seemed the hundred fifty-seventh time.

"Do you think he will ever stop?", Peter whined, walking a few steps behind them and Sirius fell back a bit so that he didn't have to twist his neck.

"Not sure, Wormy, but it is half past 8 in the morning, and deer Prongsy here will probably start in a second to tell us why Evans is so amazing.", Sirius smirked and grinned even wider when James did so in exactly this moment.

"Her lips are just so soft, and she smells so, so good.", James dreamy voice filled the corridor, and Sirius wavered between laughing out loud or throttle his best friend.

"There he starts, again.", Remus muttered under his breath and tried to walk faster, but for all at once he couldn't move.

And so couldn't James, who didn't seem to notice for a moment, still going on about Lily's hair and her green eyes and her long, smooth, round, beautiful legs, but then, "What the...?"

Remus looked utterly horrified, "Please nooo."

Peter came to a halt right next to Sirius, who sprang away from him with a loud shriek, "It's December."

"Nonononono.", Remus tried to walk away from the spot, away from James who looked nearly as thunderstruck as Remus, but the invisible barrier didn't let him leave, and the small, dark green mistletoe began to shake a little bit. The small bells rang high in their ears.

"Quick.", Peter said, "As long as the hall is empty you can kiss and get it over with."

"But-", James howled and looked horrified to Remus, "But it's you."

Remus, who still had tried to walk away stopped and sent him a deadpanned look.

"Really, who else? The Queen of England?"

"What Queen?"

The young werewolf huffed annoyed, ignored the now louder ringing bells below them and stepped towards James. Who, however, took a small step back.

"Nooo, Moony, no!"

"Merlin, James, I'm not a dog!", Remus declared loudly and shot Sirius a gleaming look when he began to snigger, "Just a quick peck on the cheek, and we can go to breakfast."

The mistletoe was shaking harder, the bells ringing in his ears and was that...

"Glitter?", Sirius raised an eyebrow, and all four boys looked up. There, silver and light blue glitter were falling around James and Remus like snow, and soon they were sparkling like an American Christmas dream.

"Aye, good, but quick. ", James' voice began to shake and when his voice shook it got higher, which reminded Sirius always of their time when they were thirteen, and James'd sounded like a wounded Banshee for weeks.

"And you two!", He glowered at Sirius and Peter, "Don't look."

"Come on mate; it's just a small kiss on the cheek.", Sirius said, arms crossing in front of his chest and trying to suppress the small, sardonic smile on his lips. He would never give up any opportunity to see his best friends embarrassed.

James held out a pointy finger, but before he could add anything, Remus pressed his lips on James' cheek. It ended as quickly as it had begun and both boys were crimson red.

Sirius just wanted to slap James on the shoulder, laugh with him and then finally get some morning coffee, when realised, probably at the same moment as Remus and James, that they were still stuck and the mistletoe was now shaking so violently that he feared it would shred itself.

Remus, although now slightly pale, clenched his teeth and then looked at James, who held out his hands in defence.

"Moony...!"

And then their mouth connected and damn Merlin, Sirius tried not to gag.

This was awful. Their lips met, Remus' hands slipped into James' hair, slightly tugging at the dark black mob. There was the quiet, wet kissing sound and was this a groan?

The mistletoe dissolved into thin air with a loud, cheerful PLOPP and Remus immediately jumped away from James. On his cheeks had bloomed dark red blotches and his lips were shiny.

"We will never, ever talk about this, understand."

"Yes, Sir.", Peter, the little rat, yelped and then Remus fixed Sirius with his light, brown eyes and hell, he couldn't do anything. Moony was their Alpha and Sirius was just a little pup, so he nodded quickly.

As Remus walked past Sirius with quick steps, he could hear, "Why is it always me?"

Slowly the rest followed him, the left half a meter between each so that they wouldn't be stuck under a mistletoe together if there was another on their way to breakfast.

"You're alright, Prongs?", Sirius eyed his best friend, who absently fumbled with his messy hair, which was now more ruffled than usual.

"Yeah, sure, Pads'."

And Sirius tried to ignore, that James' hands and voice were shaking just a little bit.

For the next few days, the Marauders seemed to be lucky. Neither of them got stuck under a mistletoe together again, and everything appeared entirely normal. Sirius had kissed a handful girl, and even a first-year boy, who he had snuggled closely and cuddled like a big brother would do. Thanks to the age restriction the mistletoe had been happy with that and Sirius had moved on.

The four boys had witnessed some heated snogs in the halls and classrooms, and Professor McGonagall looked grimmer every passing day.

They didn't mention the mistletoe incident between Remus and James, and all could have been forgotten, if Sirius wouldn't catch James starring. The looks his best mate sent his other best mate were surprisingly heated. They were intense and made Sirius slightly uncomfortable.

James had never looked at anyone like that, except for Lily. And even with her, his expression had been less frantic. And Remus looked back. All the fucking time.

One evening four days after the incident he sat with James near the windows and couldn't hold himself back anymore. Remus had backed off to the library with Peter to study for transfiguration and Lily was nowhere to be seen.

Four days of almost passionate stares between his friends and Sirius normally fragile restraint shattered into million little pieces.

"Prongs?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like Remus?"

"Of course I do, it's our Moony.", He replied and didn't look up from his newest Quidditch "Superseekers on time" copy, although his eyes didn't move an inch.

Sirius sighed, "I know you like him, James."

He never used James name when it wasn't serious.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Slowly James looked up, biting his lips and there was the light blush on his cheeks again, "What do you mean then?"

His voice quivered, and Sirius merely raised an eyebrow.

James looked away again, out of the big window, and his mouth twisted, brows furrowed.

They were silent for a long time. James was staring out into the grey winter sky, and Sirius was staring at James' face.

"So, you do.", Sirius wasn't sure why he sounded so surprised. After the shared kiss, it had been clear that James thought about Remus in an entirely different way.

"What's with Lily?"

"Look, Pads', let's not talk about this, please.", His expression was pained, and the long, thin fingers curled desperately around the papers of the magazine, crumbling the edges.

"Mate.", Sirius started, trying to rationalise the situation. They were teenagers, hormones bubbling all over in their bodies and sexual desire was normal. Everyday life. And wanting to experiment was, well, normal, too. Wasn't it?

James stood up and wanted to go to their dorms, but Sirius instincts were fast, and he snatched James' wrist, "Mate, listen. I know this must be a little bit difficult, but-"

"No, Sirius, please don't", He tried to free himself and then it happened. The portrait hole opened, and Remus stumbled in, behind him Lily and Peter, who talked quietly about something and suddenly stopped. Stopped talking and stopped walking and Peter, his dear old friend Peter, looked petrified. Lily simply looked amused.

"Come on Pete'.", She said and tried to grab him by the shoulders, but the boy tried to escape her fingers, eyes fixed on James.

The rat's survival instincts high and he nearly squeaked, when Lily grasped his round cheeks between her fingers, pulled him towards her, and kissed him. Kissed him, soundly and with more passion than it should be allowed.

And oh Merlin, this was more awful than the other kiss Sirius had seen. There were tongue and lipstick.

"Uhhh.", escaped his lips and Peters simultaneously, and Lily let go of him.

"Well.", She said and smiled, a faint blush on her cheeks, "That had been something, right?!"

Then she walked right to James, stood on tiptoe and pursed her lips for a hello-kiss.

James, Sirius and nearly everyone shuddered and his very best friend, brother in everything except blood, shook his head,

"Please brush your teeth first."

"HEY!", Protested Peter, but smiled with relief. Happy that James' wouldn't kill him on the spot for snogging his girlfriend.

James hit Peters shoulder roughly and then ruffled the smaller boys blond hair before he took Lily in his arms, burying his nose into her hair.

And Sirius almost missed the look he sent Remus over her head. He almost missed the troubled glance Remus sent him back, too.

Sirius tried to flee from the tension in the dorms and common room.

James avoided Remus as much as he could between classes, study sessions, prefect and head girl and boy meetings and watching him so desperately that Sirius was certain they had to burst sometime or another.

Peter blushed furiously and began to stammer whenever he met Evans after that accident they called a mistletoe kiss and Sirius couldn't stand it anymore.

He needed to run, stretch his legs and breathe a bit, so he'd slipped out of the common room as quiet as possible and was now heading for the Hogwarts grounds.

When he was out of the stuffy old castle and out of sight, he would transform into Padfoot and run some miles through the forbidden forest until his legs would hurt and his muscles ache.

He was just around the corner near the Entrance Hall, when he collided into another student, and they crushed under loud noises to the ground.

"Sorry.", He said politely, not really looking upwards and tried to help the other student until he came face to face with dark black eyes, place, pointy features and the most prominent nose Hogwarts had ever seen.

"Snivellus.", Sirius sprang away from him.

"Black.", sneered the other and tried to untangle himself from his long robes, while picking up some quills, parchments and some books.

Since that night when Sirius had sent Snape to the Shrieking Shack, they tried to avoid each other. Snape, because he was a bastard and Sirius because he didn't want to lose his best friends.

So, without another word, Sirius tried to walk away, but something was pulling on his jumper. He couldn't move more than a few inches, and above them, a small, weak looking mistletoe with one, slightly broken bell, jumped up and down.

With wide open mouth in terror, he watched the little plant spill green and silver glitter all over them, more enthusiastic than necessary.

Merlin, no, please don't do that to him, he pleaded silently.

Snape looked gobsmacked. As if something had smacked him on the face, with a horned mace.

"No.", He simply stated and turned away, trying to cross the invisible barrier.

If Sirius hadn't been the other one in this situation, he would have laughed tears. Snape looked hilarious. The Slytherin teen was walking on the spot. Stomped and stamped until his face was dark red with anger and physical exercise.

Sirius had crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed with annoyance.

"It won't work, Snape."

"Shut up, Black."

"Shut you up, Snivellus."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you!"

"I'm not going to fucking kiss you.", Snape nearly shouted, his voice pitched, and the mistletoe was dancing fanatical above them. Its little bell was ringing with earnest.

"You think I want you near me?", Sirius shouted back and shuddered, "There is no soap in this world that could make me feel fresh again."

Snape mirrored his posture, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and he looked like he tried to hug himself. His dark hair hung down to his shoulders and wasn't greasy anymore. Green and silver glitter had caught in them.

"Come on, let's get this over with as long as there are no students to witness that.", Sirius sighed and stepped a little bit closer. Snape stepped back, shaking his head.

"No."

"Do you want the whole school to watch us?"

"No.", He repeated.

"Then let's do this now before someone comes looking for us."

"It's just.", Snape began, and he sneered, "The mistletoes are much more demanding than the other years."

"I've seen.", Sirius shuddered again, but still stepped closer, "I want to go sometime today, you know."

"Fuck.", Snape muttered and rubbed his hands over his face. He looked tired and angry, and maybe a little bit helpless. The movements had spread glitter over his pale skin, and when he turned his head a little bit, he sparkled in the dim light, "Ok, ok. Do it."

Sirius took another step closer, unfolding his arms and watched Snape intensely. He stood so close now that he could feel Snape's rapidly expanding body heat. Another little step and he felt Snape's breath whisper over his skin. Since when was the git taller than him? He thought absently while his eyes fixed on the full bottom lip. Right at the corner was one single green glitter, shining in the lights. When Sirius looked up a bit, to Snape's dark eyes, he just could see them flicker between Sirius mouth and his eyes and somewhere right behind his left ear. And why was his heart pounding like mad? Sirius didn't understand his body's reaction, breath hitching right before their lips met.

And oh Merlin, Godric and Morgana. This felt nice. Actually more than nice. Warm shivers were running down his spine, and when Snape's lips opened under his, and their tongues touched, he could taste something familiar like mint and chocolate.

Automatically his hands came up to cup his cheeks, thumb trailing tenderly over soft, heated skin and Snape made a soft groan which went right to Sirius groin.

The shrill ringing from the bell above them stopped abruptly, and Sirius jumped away from the other boy.

Their breath was fast and far too loud in the desert corridor.

"Fuck you.", Snape spat, and Sirius watched his lips. The glitter was still on the same spot, sparkling with every movement of the lips, and for one, tiny little second Sirius wanted to kiss him again and lick it away, but then he registered what Snape had said and retorted, "Fuck you!"

He turned on his heels before Snape could reply anything and stormed out of the castle.

He still wanted to run. Now he needed it more than ever.

Sirius didn't tell anyone about it, obviously. He'd run and jumped and howled in the forbidden forest until his heart and muscles were only pounding with exhaustion and went back to the Gryffindor common rooms. Always a glance to the ceiling, watching out for more mistletoes.

When Remus asked him if later that night he was ok, Sirius just shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Are you?"

The werewolf blushed furiously and turned away, a small snarl on his features.

So Sirius tried to forget. Forget the feeling of those soft lips, the taste and the scent.

Now that he thought about it, Snape had smelt nice. Dark, musky and fresh.

He was never able to tell anyone about it, that was for sure.

And he didn't.

Sirius walked from classes to classes, kissed Marlen or Dorcas or even Kingsley, a two years younger Slytherin, but none of those kisses was as intensive as the one with Snape had been.

He hated the sneaky, slimy bastard. Merlin, he hated him so much.

It was late at night, and Sirius walked down the stairs from the astronomy tower.

He was the only one of his friends who'd taken the class. Maybe because he'd hoped his parents would appreciate it, maybe because he'd like Astronomy and Professor Sinistra with her dark, smoky voice and the small, impish grin. He would never tell.

It was far too cold, the December night had frozen him to his bones, and he hurriedly followed as one of the last students of the class Armar Pavatil, a Ravenclaw with dark brown skin and who always smelt like curry and incense through the small archway.

When he tried to go through it, he couldn't. He squeezed his eyes shut, and a loud, desperate groan escaped his lips.

He really didn't want to kiss Armar. He was a nice bloke, but somehow intimidating.

"Fuck, no.", A very familiar voice cursed right next to him, and when Sirius opened his eyes, Severus Snape stood beside him. Face tight and hands curled around the strap of his bag.

"You.", Sirius groaned disbelievingly, "Again?"

And then he heard the quiet bell. For sure, when Sirius looked up, there was the same, ruffled, bell broken mistletoe as before.

Snape, who had looked up as well, sighed heavily, "Is it the same little bugger than before?"

Sirius nodded, unsure of what he should say.

Behind them, the door clicked shut and Professor Sinistra, books over books in her arms and a few flying telescopes around her, stepped out.

When she saw them both standing in the passway and a little dancing mistletoe spreading golden and red glitter over them, her thin mouth twitched dangerously.

"Lads.", She said with her deep Scottish accent and tipped her crooked heat a bit, "Hurry up, it's past curfew."

She pressed past them and right before she vanished behind the spiral staircase, she added, "I'm going to wait down the stairs. If you are not coming down in five minutes, you'll lose each fifteen house points and get one week of detention. Did I make myself clear, gentlemen?"

"Yes, Professor.", Snape and he murmured hurridly and waited until she was gone.

"I can't fucking believe it.", Sirius moaned, and dropped back against the stone wall. He closed his eyes again, rubbing with his palm against them. God, he was tired.

Instead of adding something, Snape took a step forward until he'd invaded Sirius personal space. His breath was hot against Sirius winter cold skin, who shivered a bit. Goosebumps were rising on his arms and legs.

"It's just another one.", He'd heard Snape whisper right before their lips connected a second time in less than a week. This time they didn't hesitate before opening their mouths and brushing tongues against tongues.

Snape's mouth was even hotter than his breath, and he tasted so, so good. Sirius' finger curled around the green tie and pulled him even nearer, while Snape was grabbing his hair hard, yanking at it. He panted into Sirius mouth and Merlin, this was so, so hot. Arousal tingled in his belly and all he wanted to do, was to press and rub against something. Anything. Even if it was Snivellus. But when his groin brushed Snape's leg, the other let go of him and took a step back.

Dark eyes mustered him curiously, and then Snape nodded shortly, "Black.", before turning around and walking away with long, brisk strides.

"Fuck you, Snape.", Sirius called after him, but he didn't receive an answer. His legs were shaky, and everything tingled pleasantly, and Sirius just wanted to put his hand into his trousers and pull one off, but he knew that Professor Sinistra was still waiting for him down the stairs.

With along sighed he pushed himself away from the wall and went down the stairs.

There was a great possibility that he was going nuts, he thought.

And maybe he ignored the big, uncharacteristic grin of his Professor and hoped a hole would swallow him whole.

He was still flushed when he got into the dorms, ignoring Remus' concerned look and James' uncomfortable staring. Peter had been already asleep. Laying on his back, his mouth wide open and snoring loudly.

Sirius was impressed with his unguarded friend, and for one second he thought about pulling a prank, but then he remembered the hot tingle on his skin and his erect prick. Trying to suppress the warm feelings in his guts and the desirous want.

As fast as possible he's climbed into bed and closed the heavy bedcurtains. There was no misunderstanding the situation and Sirius was certain that his friends knew what he would do and he was grateful that they had the decency to leave him alone just this once.

Without hesitation, his hand closed around his leaking cock and tried he muffle his low moan. His thumb trailed over the sensitive, already wet head and he raised his hips to meet his hand.

Sirius knew he shouldn't want. Shouldn't even think about Snape's lips against his own, but think about Marlen's awesome tits or about the girl he'd fucked the summer before and how wonderful it had felt.

But he couldn't. Whenever he closed his eyes, dark eyes, cool features and with glitter sparkling lips appeared in his mind.

His hand moved faster and faster, the air was sticky and hot around him, and it smelt like arousal and teenage sweat.

He came, with a stifled cry and the scent of chocolate and mint in his nose.

For a moment Sirius didn't move. Just laid there, one hand on his already shrinking cock, the other in his with sweat dampened hair. His breath came out harsh as if he'd run a thousand miles and his heart was drumming in his ears.

"Fuck.", He muttered and wiped his cum smeared hand on the old, reeking shirt he found under the pillow.

He turned around and buried his head under the pillow. Although he was utterly exhausted, sleep wouldn't come easy that night.