As I help everyone decorate the kitchen ready for Christmas Day , I feel my heart bounce as Sirius helps me down from a ladder, his hand lingering too long on mine and I can't possibly suppress a grin, but it's Christmas so I can get away with it.
Which I believe is also my excuse, that after a few covert tastes of Sirius' glass of fire whiskey when we are sat in one of the more comfier drawing rooms, that I kiss Sirius in front of Harry.
There's mistletoe dotted around the house thanks I suspect to the Weasley twins, that vanishes and reappears in different spots so that it is impossible to avoid. We're both walking back to our chairs after getting a drink when Tonks, somewhat drunkenly I do suspect, calls out that there's mistletoe. Sirius and I look at each other, and the twins start a chant of 'kiss, kiss, kiss' whilst stamping their feet. Harry is laughing at my deer in headlights expression, and Ron is glowering at the stunned gnome atop the Christmas tree. I think that it will look better for Sirius if I kiss him, and he is less likely to get a lecture from Molly, and I'm just turning slightly to kiss him swiftly on the lips (Tonks had tried to avoid kissing Fred earlier by giving him a peck on the cheek, at which point the mistletoe had started firing dung bombs at her). But then I feel his hand on my arm and his lips brushing against mine, and I feel the restraint it takes not kiss me properly in the strength of his grip on my right arm.
Harry's eyes are wide and I'm blushing and Sirius is laughing and sitting down with Remus and Tonks is clapping and then Harry laughs only to receive a glare from Ron and I hear him mutter something but I don't really care right now.
I feel daring and happy and anxious to have done it, but I feel as if a weight has been lifted of my chest. Even though it was just a kiss under the mistletoe, Harry did not do any of the things I had wildly imagined he would. Of course he didn't. It's Sirius.
I curl up by the fire and Sirius winks at me and laughs, and I get a rather vivid flashback to the way he had laughed at my blushing face after we had slept together last night. I'd been rather er… vocally enthusiastic towards the end, and he'd winked at me and said that it was always the quiet ones that turned out to be the dirtiest.
We no longer go days between spending time alone, as once of us will create a situation if one does not present itself. Sirius furiously kissing me in a broom cupboard of the second floor hall has so far been all we've managed today what with Christmas preparations, but the excitement of his hands pinning my wrists above my head as he kissed his way hotly down my neck, has been enough to sustain me until now, as he is quietly coming through my bedroom door, grinning at me, and pushing me down onto the bed.