The Christmas tree is too tall.
Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. The Christmas tree, that is. There's usually someone around to help her stick the star on the very very top of the tree, but she's home alone now, and she can't reach to put the gosh damn star up there. So, she's sitting on her couch, staring at the star and the top of the tree alternately, sulking. Because, to be frank and childish, this sucks.
Until Remus opens the door and stops in the doorway and asks her why she's pouting. And when she explains that she can't reach he laughs. Laughs and offers to put the star on top of the tree for her.
"But that's... That's like cheating," she complains, glaring at the star again. She notices that he looks like he's about to laugh again.
"Why don't I lift you? Then you can put the star on the tree. So, it's not exactly cheating," he offers, arms already around her. She really doesn't have much of an option except to accept his offer at this point, stooping awkwardly to get the star.
Once she's actually tall enough to reach the top of the tree, it's easy to get the star on. She glances down. "You can, um, put me down now, Remus."
"Oh, right." He's turning a shade of red she never knew existed. Even though she really likes him holding her about the waist. And she doesn't really know what makes her want to kiss him as badly as she does, but she really wants to kiss him. Which is baffling.
"Hey, Remus," she says, once she's back on the ground. He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side. She stands on her toes and presses her lips very firmly to his.
He pulls away and loks down at her, bemused. "Now, why couldn't you have just done that to reach the top of the tree?"
"Because I wouldn't have gotten a chance to do this," she answers simply, and kisses him again.