Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Author: PineappleIce aka Nicole
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: James/surprise.
Summary: James sits alone on Christmas day because his love has not turned up. Remus makes it better.
Warnings: None, just perhaps a slightly twisted pairing.
Dedication: None
Notes: I like writing this pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"Merry Christmas, James!"

James looked up from the sheet of parchment in his hands and saw that Remus was standing at the end of his bed, his soft brown eyes bright with the excitement of Christmas most of them had lost six or so years ago. Remus, at sixteen years old, was as hyper and happy at Christmas as a small boy.

"Morning, Remus," James said, trying to make his voice pleasant and happy.

Remus saw straight through it. "James?" he asked in concern. "Have you been crying? Why are you still in your pyjamas?" It was almost funny how quickly Remus' face had become worried and serious.

"No," sniffed James, though from his stinging eyes he knew it was likely that Remus could easily tell. "I'm in my pyjamas because I'm tired."

Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"If you don't start answering me, I'll get Siri up here, and you know he'll get it out of you," Remus warned.

James shrugged. "It's nothing," he repeated, making his voice light.

"Nothing? Hmm. What's that parchment in your hands, James?"

James quickly folded it and went to stash it in his pyjamas, but a quick flick of Remus' wand sent it flying through the air and into his outstretched hand. He unfolded it quickly, grinning apologetically at James, and scanned it quickly, reading the name at the bottom with an understanding nod. He looked back to James. "It's about her, then?"

"Of course. Evans said she'd visit me this morning, and she hasn't," James sighed, lowering his green eyes.

Remus shook his head. "James, I brought you your Christmas present."

James made a face, but it changed to a look of awe as a young woman entered the room, her pretty face hidden by a long mane of dyed brown hair, her eyes sharp but tender. She was quite attractive, but her neck was a little long, and her face a little twisted. Still, James looked at her and loved her.

"Hello, James," she said quietly, looking at him.

James swallowed. "Merry Christmas, Petunia."

To be continued.