Author's Notes: We will start skipping ahead quicker now that the base for this fanfiction is set. Remus's time at Hogwarts is only supposed to last for one-third of the fic. This is a bit of a filler.

Now, Sakai Michiba presents:

The Question of Christmas

Part 28 of the Smitten series


It was late November when Remus leaned lightly against Sirius's shoulder at the breakfast table, yawning from lack of sleep the night before. Sirius had kept him up all night with that mouth of his, those lips violating him in as many ways as they could. Sirius did not, however, look tired in the slightest, and he spared a kiss to Remus's hair. "Buck up, Moony," he said quietly, and he shot him a dirty grin. "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Didn't fucking sleep at all, thanks," Remus said with a smirk, shaking his head. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I have a test later and you knew it." He looked up as owls came flying down through the window and dropped a letter in front of him, and he opened it.

Dear Remus,

It is probably best that you do not come home for the Christmas holiday, sweetheart. Your father is making a big mess over the divorce and keeps storming through, and you wouldn't want to go through that. Perhaps you can go home with Sirius or stay at school?

And Sirius (yes, Sirius, I know you're reading this over his shoulder), Remus wrote me about your accomplishment back in September and I never wrote you to tell you that you are a truly wonderful man. You have accomplished something many men are never able to do. Your secret is safe with me.

Remus, be careful with the boys next full moon. Tell James and Peter I send my love as well—they are nearly as sweet as Sirius. Your father says hello.

I love you,

Mama

Remus dropped the letter to the table and sighed. "Sirius, will you…stay here with me over Christmas?" he asked, and he closed his eyes and Sirius kissed his cheek. "Thanks. I don't want to go anywhere, really, and I don't think your parents would…you know. I AM a werewolf, after all."

Sirius shook his head and leaned in to bite Remus's ear. "Peter's going home with James, so if we stay here we have the dormitory all to ourselves…" He grinned and held his hand up to whisper, "And I can fuck you on every single one of the beds, in the common room, outside, in the Shrieking Shack, everywhere…"

Remus's eyes widened and he grinned. "Sounds perfect," he whispered, and he suddenly moved to take Sirius's hand. "Come on. We have History of Magic first…" There was something mysterious in his eyes that made Sirius horny as hell, and he looked forward to the lesson for the first time. They were nearly late, so they took a table near the back, and Remus sat closer to Sirius than normal, his left hand resting on his thigh. Pulling out a piece of parchment so it appeared he was taking notes, he dipped his quill in ink and wrote in a tidy scrawl, 'Think you can bite your tongue?'

Sirius's eyes widened and he nodded before Remus's hand slid to the front of his trousers. Sirius swallowed hard and tried to look normal, shooting up an eyebrow when James looked back at them even as Remus slid his hand into his trousers and began rubbing him. James gave them a suspicious look even though Remus looked to be writing notes, which was more of an absent doodle of himself bending Sirius over one of the desks.

Sirius watched him draw that, and he flushed before he snatched the parchment and quill from him and drew another picture, albeit very shaky and unstable. It was of himself sucking Remus's cock in the common room, and he closed his eyes as Remus eased his cock from his trousers and began pumping him beneath the table. Sirius's hand tightened so much around the quill that it snapped, and he blushed a little.

James stared at them, wondering what the hell they were doing, then he saw the very subtle movements of Remus's left shoulder, and when Sirius snapped that quill and let his eyes roll back in his head, James thought he was going to die. "Gross," he hissed to himself, and he looked away for a moment before he looked back. He was morbidly fascinated.

Sirius apparently was not one to last long, he observed with a smirk, because it had been no more than five minutes when Sirius looked frantically at Remus and clapped his hands over his own mouth, making a strangled sound into them. Remus looked satisfied.

When class ended, Sirius was grinning stupidly and clinging to Remus, and James could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. He remembered when he and Sirius were nearly that close. Minus the sex, they had been like that. Now it was all about Remus. Remus this, Moony that. He was fucking jealous.

It was not fair. He had never done anything to deserve Sirius leaving him completely. Sure, they still talked and hung out, but never like they used to. Now that they had all successfully become Animagi, need for long hours together was gone. James was fuming.

Then Sirius paused on the way out of the classroom and turned to look at James, a grin on his face. "Oy! We've got the whole next period off. Wanna torture Snivelly?" he asked, kissing Remus on the cheek as Remus ran off to his next class.

James stared at Sirius, unbelieving, before he grinned. "Fuck yeah! Let's go find him!" he exclaimed, and in that moment, everything was perfect again.