Alice couldn't help but giggle when he pushed her down into the snow. "Sirius, you ass!" she said, teasing him, blinking snow from her eyes. Her mittened hand curled around a handful of snow which she tossed at him the minute he leaned down to help pull her up.
"Alice Prewett," he began, pinning her down. "Did you just throw snow at me?" His voice, though serious, was betrayed by his eyes. She laughed again.
"Would I do that?" she asked, leaning up to kiss him. He chuckled.
"Yes."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you think so highly of me, Sirius." She propped herself up on her elbows, so that she was far closer than she was sure would normally be allowed, both by her standards and the school's. He tugged playfully at the tip of her ponytail.
"I happen to think very highly of you," he said shrugging as best as he could, grinning now. "But, Captain Ally, you just threw a handful of snow at my face. What if you had damaged something? I would be hideously maimed for the remainder of my days." He rolled over so that he was lying next to her, looking utterly woebegone.
"You look woebegone," she voiced, staring up at the criss-crossing of tree branches above them, laden with snow. "I would like you even if you were hideously maimed." "That's good to know," he said, leaning over to kiss the tiny part of her throat that her scarf didn't cover. She caught one of his hands with hers.
For a moment, in the middle of a war, they were just two young people, without eyes for anything but each other. And, looking out at the grounds from the castle windows, you would have thought that they might have been in love.