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Peter had eaten till his trousers felt tight that evening. Now feeling pleasantly drowsy from an excess of pork chops, he blinked sleepily up at the staff table as Dumbledore finished his Christmas speech (most students would be returning home over the festive period, and this included him).

"And with that," the Headmaster said with a smile, "I wish you all a very good Christmas."

With the usual groan of the benches, students began to file from the hall. Peter made to leave as well, when Sirius stopped him.

"I spoke to Narcissa for you," he told him with a glance towards Remus. "It turns out your words... uh... touched her. And now she's madly in love with you."

"Are you teasing me?" asked Peter in a hurt voice.

Sirius shook his head. "Look over at her."

Peter did as he was told, and met Narcissa's eyes straight away. Sirius had been right; she was staring at him with a doting that Peter had never before seen in her expression.

"Go get her, tiger," Remus grinned, pushing Peter over towards the blonde girl. Peter stumbled and flushed, before straightening up and hurrying towards her.

"Narciss-" he said, though he was cut off by her shrieking "Take me now, Pettigrew!" and throwing herself onto his person.

Remus and Sirius admired their work from a distance as James laughed.

"Was this your work, you sly git?" he asked, pushing Remus playfully. "You two are fucking brilliant."

"A job well done," smiled Remus as students from all around continued to laugh and yelp in surprise.


"I'm sorry."

James looked up in surprise. Lily Evans stood there, not looking sorry at all.

"About what?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"For knocking you down in public," she said loudly, throwing a glare over her shoulder at where Sirius stood watching. "There you go, Black. Happy now?"

"Well you've blown it now then," grinned Sirius, bottle of butterbeer in his hand. "He wasn't supposed to twig I put you up to it."

James stood up. "Will you go out with me then, Evans? For your apology."

"What?" Lily raised her eyebrows incredulously. "I wouldn't go out with you if the world was ending."

"Apology not accepted," grinned James. "Come on, Pads, let's go hex Snivellus."

Lily, hearing his words, launched herself at him. "Potter, don't you dare!"

They fell into a crumpled heap on the ground and began to roll around until...

BANG.

James, alarmed, looked up and launched himself to his feet. "What was that...?" he asked, and tried to move his feet, only to find he couldn't. Lily, pushing herself, soon discovered that she was also stuck fast.

She tried to wrench herself free to no avail. "What have you done, Potter?" she accused angrily.

"Don't blame me!" snapped James. "I don't know what..." It hit him like a tonne of bricks. "Sirius, what the fuck have you done?"

"You have to kiss and make up!" Sirius said gleefully as Remus laughed. "You got trapped by the mistletoe! I'm doing you a favour! Now you'll have to smooch!"

"Undo it!" screeched Lily.

"I can't!" Sirius cackled. "You have to kiss to break it! Or die, but kissing's better!"

Lily looked furious. "You are so dead, Black!"

"I'm going to get you for this," agreed James, though he was smirking. He turned to Lily. "Well, if it's the only way to break it..." He leant down and cupped her chin in his hand.

The laughter faded away in the common room and Sirius watched in shock; the spell had broken, but they hadn't.

A minute passed before they broke apart, and it was James who ended the kiss.

"Wasn't that bad, was it?" he grinned. Lily, who had flushed a deep pink, mumbled something incoherent. James smirked.

"I love you," he mumbled to Sirius, who replied, "Merry Christmas, dear."


"If I don't see you again, it was nice to know you," Sirius said in a dramatic voice as he looked out the window. The train was drawing into King's Cross now; they could see crowds of waiting parents all beaming at the sight of the train.

"They can't be that bad, Sirius," Remus began, but Sirius cut him off with a look that blatantly said they were.

"I don't know, Remus," James said with a grin, "they called him Sirius. Isn't that enough proof their sadists?"

"I don't like how you phrased that, but I suppose its support," shrugged Sirius with a small smile. James clapped him on the shoulder.

"Promise you'll write," Peter piped up.

"You'd better write back."

"Only if you write first," Peter insisted, looking earnestly into James face. James sighed with a laugh and nodded.

"I'll write as often as I can," Remus vowed. Peter seemed satisfied with this answer.

"What about you, Sirius?"

"I don't know, y'know," he grinned. "I don't know if I can be arsed yet."

Peter turned pink from frustration.

James, laughing, turned to cast a glance out of the window – and jumped a mile.

A formidable looking woman with steel grey eyes and raven coloured hair that was so dark it took on a bluish sheen stood just outside the grubby window, glaring into the carriage in a sinister fashion.

"Bloody hell!" Remus cried with his eyes wide. "When did she get here?"

Sirius, now looking incredibly miserable, stood up. "I'd better go before she glares a hole in the wall." He had got out into the corridor, when James caught his arm. "Yes, Jimmy-o? Can I help you?"

James rolled his eyes at the name, before returning to his previous face. "If they give you a hard time, you call me, yeah?"

Sirius smiled wryly. "As touching as that is, I doubt that if they're giving me a hard time they'll just hand me a bag of Floo Powder."

"Well, you live in a creepy old house, don't you?" James grinned.

"It is very creepy," agreed Sirius, not exactly sure where this conversation was leading.

"So you'll have a fire in your room," smiled James, and he pressed something into Sirius's hand. "Emergency Floo Powder, fresh from McGonagall's office. Now you have no excuse." His eyes glinted gleefully at his masterful plan.

Sirius's face broke into a beam. "James Potter, you scheming git. Nice one."

The door to the compartment slid open and Remus and Peter filed out in conversation.

"So, uh, yeah," James said. "Don't be a stranger, Sirius. Or I will personally find your fire and drag you through it."

"Here," sighed Sirius, pulling out a piece of parchment folded in his pocket, his home address scribbled untidily onto it. "I knew you'd want it. Don't come before three. My bedroom has 'SOB' on it. That should work."

"Son of a Banshee," James laughed.

Sirius turned to look at Remus and Peter. "Would you like to meet my Mum? She's been dying to see the 'filth' I associate myself with these days."

Remus and Peter both laughed nervously, unsure as to whether their friend was joking or not.

They clambered off the train together in silence. As soon as Sirius had set foot on the platform his mother had grabbed him roughly and begun to cart him off towards the exit. He waved at them before giving in to his mother and following her.

Remus bit his lip anxiously. "I always feel bad leaving him."

"That sounded really homosexual," James tried to joke, though he seemed pretty worried too. "Is that your brother, Pete?" he asked, indicating a lean blond wizard who was leant idly against a trolley, eying up a brunette seventh year who giggled.

"Yeah," groaned Peter. "He's home for Christmas then."

"You'll have fun," smiled Remus, giving Peter a gentle push in his brother's direction. "You can tell him all about that chick you pulled!"

James smirked as Peter beamed and left with a happy wave.

"I'll give you your Christmas present now," Remus said to James, handing him a small package. "Have a good'un."

"You too, Rem."

And they parted ways, James to his doting parents, Remus to his slightly erratic mother.

Oh, it ended a bit crap but y'know! Brittany di Angelo, your chapter will be up next! :D