A.N: This is my first ever WolfStar and I think it may be a new favourite!
They were eighteen, and had ventured to the Three Broomsticks on a particularly cold, blustery winters day. Remus had bagged a table at the back – it was quite difficult, the pub was unbelievably full. He managed to slide into the booth, and lit the candle in front of him with his wand, then moving to warm his blistery hands up around the flame.
"Save some of that heat for me," a smooth voice spoke from ahead of Remus. He looked up, and spotted Sirius, who had managed to emerge from the bar, clutching two frothing and steaming tankards of Butterbeer. "Drink up – it'll warm you to your bones, Moony." He placed the cup down, and fell into the seat beside Remus.
Remus took a grateful slurp of his Butterbeer, allowing his eyes to roam around the room. There were patrons wearing red, furry Santa Claus hats; a group of three witches standing arm-in-arm by the bar, chanting the lyrics to We Three Kings of Orient Are in a strange, haunting manner; and a student, no older than about thirteen, reaching up to bat at the artificial snowflakes that were falling from the ceiling. Everyone was in the Christmas mood – everyone but the two Marauders, it seemed.
"This was supposed to be a friends gathering," muttered Sirius, pushing back a strand of his curly hair behind his ear.
"Did you not hear from Padfoot or Wormtail?" Remus asked his friend.
"Nothing from Wormy. I haven't seen him since we finished school. Lily is all pregnant and hormonal, so James has had to stay home to play the good father," Sirius rolled his eyes and downed the remainder of his Butterbeer with a satisfied sigh. Remus tried to ignore the painful jealousy in Sirius' voice – he still acted like a child; he didn't understand why James felt it necessary to stay with Lily at every twist and turn of her pregnancy. "Normally I'd go to the Potter's for Christmas. I don't know what will happen now."
Remus blinked at Sirius. "You know you're always welcome to stay with me."
Sirius looked back at his friend, and they were both silent for a few minutes. "That's really nice of you, Remus, but I don't want to put you out…" Sirius said in a strange, strangled voice. Remus noticed his Adam's apple bob in his throat.
"You wouldn't ever put me out," Remus replied in a whisper. There was a crackling noise above them, and they both looked up to see a wreath of mistletoe spiraling towards them from the rafters. Sirius swallowed again, and then looked from the mistletoe to his friend, slowly leaning forward.
Remus waited, his eyes focused on Sirius, but his vision was blurring as his friend got closer. Suddenly, he became aware just how quiet it was. He turned his head quickly, and Sirius' lips crashed into his cheek, while Remus stared at the patrons of the bar, who were now gawping at the pair.
"Okay, time to go," Sirius muttered. They both jumped up from their seats, and fled the pub in a flurry of embarrassment.