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This is actually the prologue of a M rated fanfic im going to be writing, but seeing as this one isnt graphic i figured I may as well throw it in the T section as well as a one shot JamesxSirius. I suck at summaries. PLEASE R&R!
Christmas 1976
Laughter and festive joy filled the Potter household. It was the first truly enjoyable Christmas that Sirius had experienced in a long time – since before Hogwarts. The Black house was always cold in the holidays, both in temperature and in atmosphere. More often than not Sirius would stay in Hogwarts for Christmas while his friends went home. He was all but forgotten about by his parents, as far as they were concerned he was a mere thorn in their side. After all, they had Regulus, the perfect son.
But this year Mrs Potter has insisted that Sirius joined them for the Christmas holidays. He had already spent the last three quarters of the summer holidays with them, and they had taken him in with open arms, like a second son.
Now he was sat on an upholstered couch, in a warm, cosy living room. The tree was warmly decorated, red and gold baubles smothered it as magic lights twinkled inside the branches, and the angel on top played Christmas carols on the small harp that she held, and sang in a soft voice in the background.
A fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room, comforting the inhabitants. Wrapping paper of various festive colours were screwed up around the room, and a small pile of gifts sat beside each person's chair, even Sirius'. A game of charades was being played by Mr and Mrs Potter. James and Sirius had joined in a few times, but were far more content to just watch as they both enjoyed the small bottle of firewhiskey they had been given.
Sirius lounged back on the couch, with James beside him, heads resting together. The closest friends or maybe more.
As the evening grew late, the parents retired to bed, leaving the boys to tidy up after the festivities, and put out the fire. Sirius went about picking up the balls of discarded Christmas wrap, tossing them into the bin in the corner with good aim, when he heard James chuckle behind him.
"Stay where you are, Pad, but turn around." He said, sounding mischievous. Sirius grinned, ready for whatever the other was going to try. They had both pulled their share of pranks on each other this holiday, and Sirius was ready for the next. But as he turned he wasn't greeted with something unpleasant. James was standing only inches from him, though slightly shorter than him, their eyes were almost on level. The hazel eyes glanced upwards, a bright shine behind the glasses. Sirius' own darker eyes followed curiously to find himself squarely beneath the bushel of hanging mistletoe. He looked back to James, his grin now matching the other's with realisation.
"Merry Christmas, Prongs."
"Merry Christmas, Pad."
Their lips pressed together lightly, fitting perfectly, as they had done since the summer. Yes, the was definitely the best Christmas he'd had in a while.