A/N: A fluffy Christmas-time R/S fic (don't ask why I did Christmas even though it's June... I just wanted to use mistletoe). Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sirius, Remus, James or anyone/thing that already belongs to JKR. Who I am not, incidentally. Because if I was, Sirius wouldn't have died!!!!

Warning: This fic is SLASH. That means romantic love involving two GUYS. Specifically, REMUS and SIRIUS. Don't like? Don't read!!!

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James Potter crept silently down from his dormitory and tiptoed across the empty common room to the portrait hole. He cast a furtive glance around the dark room, just to make sure no ickle firsties were witnessing his sneakiness, then, cackling softly, he hung a wad of mistletoe firmly over the portrait hole. As an afterthought, he reinforced it with a Permanent Sticking Charm – ensuring that it would stay in place for several days, at least, until someone went running to McGonagall to remove it – and then, flicking his wand, added a row of blinking Muggle Christmas lights – no one would be able to ignore it now. His job done, James sneaked back to bed.
Sirius Black blinked as a blinding bright light appeared over his head. "Urghmmmph," he groaned, stuffing his face back into his pillow. "Don' wanna..."
"Wake up, Sunshine!" James crowed cheerfully into his ear. "Only one more week until Christmas break!"
In reply, Sirius muttered incoherently and tried to completely envelop his head in the pillow.
"All right, if that's what you want," James snickered, as Sirius' bedding was suddenly replaced by snow.
"GAAAAAH!" Sirius shrieked, leaping out of bed. "James, you evil – evil – despicable – evil –" Apparently unable to come up with adequate words, Sirius finally glowered at his friend and stalked off to the showers.
"C'mon, Prongs, give him a break," Remus Lupin said calmly. "He's apologized countless times and you know it."
James scowled. "Are you kidding? After what he did?" Remus began edging out of the room, realizing his innocent comment had induced yet another rant, but James caught him. "Oh, no you don't! Moony, that lovely young man, my former best friend, Sirius, also known as Padfoot, he told Lily Evans that I fancy her! Just walked right up to her, in the middle of the common room no less, and said, 'Oi, Lily, my mate James over there fancies you something awful.' NO I CAN'T GIVE THAT NUTTER A BREAK!!!"
Remus, ever the even-tempered peacekeeper, just shrugged at the panting, red-faced James. "Right then, mate. I'll see you at breakfast." With that, he darted downstairs.
The young werewolf, however, didn't get far on his quest for a bit of toast and maybe some scrambled eggs. The common room was jammed with people, and though the portrait hole was open, no one seemed to be going through it. As he peered over heads, Remus soon spotted the cause of the commotion – a bunch of mistletoe was hanging above the portrait hole. People were leaving, but only one by one. Remus sighed, resigning himself to be very late to breakfast.
"How 'bout that mistletoe?" Peter Pettigrew squeaked excitedly when they'd all finally made it to the Great Hall and ere munching away contentedly.
"Yeah, James," Sirius said, grinning. "You gonna try and catch Lily?" James glared and elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow! Bloody hell, James, you made me drop my toast! I've got jam all over my robes, you nutter!"
He busied himself wiping globs of blueberry off himself, while down the table a small second year girl rose from her place and caught James' eye as she left the hall. "I'm off," James announced, rising. "It'll take at least ten minutes to get back into the common room. See ya!" Before his friends could protest, James was hurrying out of the hall to where second year Marisa Creevey was waiting for him in the corridor.
"Are we still on?" he asked her quietly.
"Of course!" she squealed, bouncing a little. "When are we going to do it?"
James leaned toward her, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Is an hour from now okay? I'll make sure he's coming in at... 10:05 exactly – can you be on your way out then?"
"Yes, definitely!" Marisa replied enthusiastically, with another eager bounce.
"Great. Thanks, Marisa." Flashing a charming smile, James headed upstairs.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is kinda short... I just wanted to get something posted! I'm gonna be away from my computer for a month now, but I'll be writing, so I promise I'll post more as soon as I get back! Please review and I'll love you forever! :)