A/N: New chapter of What Fates Impose will be up within a week or two probably.

Merry Christmas and enjoy the last part!

Part Sept: She was 18 years old…

She was 18 years old but felt a lot younger. Not that feeling foolish would stop a true Gryffindor from getting up from the bench and running through the doors.

She saw him sitting with his back against a red couch, facing the fireplace, soft music she recognized playing in the background. Not only was it muggle music, but it was "Winter Wonderland."

"Later on, we'll conspire as we dream by the fire to face unafraid, the plans that we've made… walking in a winter wonderland," he sang along.

Unabashedly, she walked to the fireplace and plopped down next to him, taking his hand in hers.

"So, it's Christmas in June, huh?" She asked softly, afraid to mess things up even further.

"The muggle saying says July, but June works too, I figure," he said, his eyes not meeting hers.

"The fact is… you've been my Christmas wish for the past few years, and I never thought I had a chance, and now that I know I do, I can't take 'no' for an answer. Will you have a coffee or… eggnog… with me sometime this week?"

His chin raised up to meet his blue eyes with her brown ones. A smile graced his face once more, and he looked more youthful than she'd ever seen him.

"I guess since no isn't an option, my answer would have to be yes." The right side of his mouth twitched upward in a half smile.

With a gleam in his eye, he stood up, pulling her up with him and twirled her in a circle, enclosing her in his arms. Even though the song was in its final verse, he started to dance with her.

She giggled like the schoolgirl she no longer was and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grinned wolfishly and ducked his head down to kiss her.

When their lips met for that first kiss, she thought she would've fallen down if he wasn't holding on to her. Luckily, he held on tight, his dry lips quickly becoming wet from their joined mouths.

When they pulled apart, Remus took one hand off her and reached into his pocket.

"And just so you don't feel like we're moving too fast…" he trailed off, pointing his wand above them.

Her eyes followed the light. Tears were brought to her eyes when she saw mistletoe hanging above them. She laughed, collapsing against him.

"I don't have any kind of a comment for that, but I do have a question. If mistletoe is for kissing, what's the symbol for shagging?"

She noticed the flames and desire burning in his eyes, but there was still a lopsided grin on his face. "Well, my dear, in the Christian religion, I believe the symbol for sex is wedding bells or children."

She shook her head with laughter, pulling him against her.

"Happy Christmas, Remus."

"Happy Christmas, Hermione. Now, I do believe there is a bedroom right over there," he said, picking her up and carrying her through the door.