Author's Notes: Don't own them, borrow them once in a while for my own personal enjoyment. SLASH. Don't get mad because I warned you. Fifth year.

Fat snowflakes fell to rest amoung many others of their kind and Remus Lupin sat in a window seat in the boy's dormitory for fifth years. He turned his attention of the door as James Potter burst in, dumping his books on his bed at the same time trying to put on his jacket. Remus snickered as the result of that ended with James stuck in his jacket, a book in each hand.
James turned and demanded, "Oh you think it's funny, do you?" Remus could only watch James try to figure a way out. "Fine. Help me out and come outside with us. We're gonna play in the snow before Petie has to go spend Christmas with his mama."
"Alright then." Raising his wand, he commanded "Accio books." The books, being stuck in James' sleeves, dragged the Quiditch seeker across the floor, eventually freeing themselves from the confines of his jacket. James spluttered and followed Remus out of the dorms.
There was fun to be had for all, and the day brightened even more when Remus spotted Sirius Black venture out, warily looking for James and any flying snowballs. While the dark haired boy was watching for James and any flying snowballs from said boy, Remus quickly formed a snowball and hurled it at Sirius. The mass caught him squarely in the back and Remus laughed at the shock on Sirius' face and the thumbs up from James who dropped another snowball on the top of Sirius' head from his vantage point in a tree. Upon deciding that James required too much work to exact any revenge, Sirius tackled Remus and the both of them ended up in a deep drift that swallowed the two completely.
Up in the tree, James pocketed his wand and kept his grip on Peter, who was squirming to get down to his two friends.
"Just a wait a while. They're not gonna die."
"Why?"
"Trust me."
In the snow bank, Remus tried to recapture the breath that was knocked from his lungs when they landed and found a pair of dark eyes staring at him. Remus quirked a smile and found himself being kissed by the owner of those eyes. Apparently his lack of reaction deterred Sirius and he pulled away looking embarrassed. Remus bit his lower lip and swore he could still taste Sirius.
"I'm sorry." Sirius muttered very fast and began to extract himself from the snowbank.
"No, don't go." Remus was surprised at how sure he sounded. He looked up at the wonder that knelled above him and reached up and kissed him. Time seemed to last forever until the voice of James filtered through the snow.
"Oi. Break it up or whatever you're doing. We're coming through."
'We're' turned out to be James and Peter. Sirius recovered first and stood, reaching a hand down to Remus, who took it and pulled himself to his feet. When he was balanced, Sirius squeezed his hand for a fraction of a second then let go, and licked the snow from his lips, tasting Sugar Quills. Remus let a smile grace his features and tried not to blush when James caught his eye.
James caught Sirius' eye as well and grinned, winking at him while Peter tried to get the lot back to the castle so he could leave.
It would be the best Christmas Remus could remember.