Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own these characters - they are the property of J.K. Rowling so therefore I make nothing from writing this.
Several uneventful weeks passed, and before the students knew it, Christmas had descended upon Hogwarts in a flurry of molten snow. The Great Hall housed the usual twelve large Christmas trees, the festive decorations of which were being orchestrated by the tiny charms teacher; Professor Flitwick. He had just turned to inspect the red and gold tree being decorated by the Gryffindor sixth years when a particularly large bauble zoomed around from his left side, hurtling just inches from his face. Stepping back, he watched as a second bauble tore past, colliding with the first in an explosion of red glass. He whipped out his wand, the fragments turning to snow – whilst the raucous laughter from behind him echoed around the extensive dining hall. After a moment's pause, and a quick scan of the hall, his laughter too joined the cacophonous symphony of laughter, going over to the two racers and praising them on their magic.
The laughter died down and the students who had been participating and watching went back to their respective trees whilst Flitwick bobbled off, his head barely visible over the tables. The four Gryffindor sixth years went back to their tree, continuing their conversation regarding the forthcoming holidays. Peter was as ever, leaving the castle during the winter break, where he was going; the others had yet to procure this information. Remus was headed to mainland Europe for a skiing vacation with his new girlfriend; Lily Evans. She was also a Gryffindor, with long, crimson hair, and large green eyes. They had been together since the Easter holidays, but hadn't been able to spend a lot of time together due to the O.W.L. examinations, so this was their first proper chance to spend some quality time together.
James had been invited to the Lake District with his family, but this would mean leaving Sirius at school alone, and he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of Sirius alone without his best friends. This was not the only reason he wanted to be with Sirius – James could still remember what had happened in the common room that time, and was hoping something might kick off between them without interference from the others.
After about two hours decorating, most of which had been filled with James and Sirius entertaining the others with bauble-racing, tinsel-fights and associated decoration sports; the four boys left the glittering tree and headed back to the dormitory for an early night.
It had been several days since the holidays had descended upon the castle and the corridors were usually peaceful – with the exception of Peeves and his holiday festivities. This uncharacteristic quiet had given the school a rather mystical quality, and meant the best armchairs in the Gryffindor common were available. They were currently occupied by the two remaining Marauders; discussing about what they could do. They had ruled out a walk to the forest given the ridiculous quantity of snow. This also discounted a 'muck around' on the Quidditch pitch and snow-ball fights can only be played so many times before they lose the enjoyment. All of their chess pieces were smashed, so the two boys settled for a stroll around the castle. James leapt gracefully from the chair, and glided over to the portrait hole – Sirius bounding willingly behind.
They had been meandering for almost half an hour and conversation was beginning to die. They turned a corner and walked straight into the caretaker; Argus Filtch. Their noses wrinkled from his musty coat and apologising profusely, the boys backed off and continued in the opposite direction – aware of the grumblings from the wizened old man. The boys took a left turn and walked straight through a section of 'solid' wall – leading to a staircase behind. James stopped, sitting down on the third step down, Sirius joining him moments later. They both sat there, enjoying the silence. Ten minutes or so passed, then:
"Sirius?" James asked uncertainly.
"Yes?" replied the other boy, just as tentatively.
"Are you…" replied James, his voice trailing off.
"Am I what exactly?" Sirius retorted; a mixture of interest and pride in his voice.
"Are you, well, are we, how do." James tried to get what he was saying, but he couldn't get it right in his head. "Did that kiss mean anything to you?" James could feel a red flush rising in his face. In response, Sirius leant over to the other teen, pressing his lips firmly but lovingly on the other boys; James responded – the two boys were locked in a passionate kiss. They broke apart.
"Yes" replied Sirius, brushing a stray lock of hair off of his face. With that, he lightly kissed James on the neck several times, before getting up. James looked up and seeing Sirius had stood up, he too arose from the sitting position; coiling one arm around the other boys waist.
"James, what if someone sees?" asked Sirius, the nervousness in his voice particularly evident.
"Who cares?" came the reply, followed by a swift peck on the cheek. The two boys returned to the common room, James with his arm around the other boy.
A/N: I know it's my first story and probably not very good but if you do read this, PLEASE review. Thankyou once again to "MaidenStar"for all your help. =)