Fic: It's time for mistletoe and holly (Day 3)
Title: It's time for mistletoe and holly
Author: Ashley / snow_blossoms
Pairing: R/S (ok and a little bit of S/the entire population of Hogwarts)
Rating: Does kissing constitute PG-13?
Word Count: 759
Prompt: Day 3 at mwpp_mischief
Warnings: If kissing and craziness and love make you uncomfortable then you should not read this.
Summary: Sirius takes a shining to the whole "mistletoe" concept. Things get out of hand.
Author's Note: Much much thanks to huntingsnarks for the beta! She really cleaned it up and didn't laugh at the craziness (at least, you know, not to my face).
Author's Note II:Oh my gosh, this is the fluffiest, cheesiest, silliest thing ever. Please forgive me. I'll be back with your daily angst right after this brief intermission.
The thing is, Sirius' mum didn't really go in for holiday decorations. Her tastes leant more closely - and rather more loudly - to the macabre. Sirius knew objectively that others celebrated the holidays with pine needles and poinsettias, but he just didn't get the appeal. Blood sacrifices. That was more the Black way.
All that changed, of course. On December 1st, 1971, to be exact. A day that would live in infamy.
See if Dumbledore had had his way, Hogwarts would have been wreathed in Christmas decorations from the moment Halloween was over. Luckily, he had McGonagall to keep him in check - and keep him in check, she did. Still, there was no keeping him from decking the halls (all 327 of them) early on the morning of December 1st.
Sirius thought he was in some sort of dream when he slunk through a doorway that morning and a pigtailed Hufflepuff smashed her face into his. “Mistletoe,” she said, a little breathless, a little flushed, a little bit bloody amazing, Sirius noted.
It happened three more times before lunch. He hadn't any idea what this mistletoe stuff was, but hell, he was eleven, so as far as he was concerned, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him ever. And that included the time he illegally flew his father's broom to Lithuania and back at the age of eight and a half (which was all Andromeda's fault, really). Or the time he convinced Reggie to eat a live frog (not that he condoned violence to animals). Or the time he woke up to Potter singing some girly Simon and Garfunkel song in his sleep (which, incidentally, they do not talk about. Ever.)
The subsequent weeks are what earned Sirius the “Most Likely To Knock Up A Broad Before The Age Of 21” award his last year (which would have been a lot more fitting for Potter, now, wouldn't it? Especially after Sirius started shagging Lupin a month after graduation. Eh, hindsight. 20/20). But I digress.
Once Sirius discovered the point of mistletoe (and what a point it was!) he couldn't be stopped from kissing anyone who came within six feet of him. Even if that did include two-thirds of the female contingent of Hufflepuff, James, Pete, Remus, one very stunned Slytherin 3rd Year, Professor Sprout and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team (who may or may not have punched him in the face).
It may or may not have been worth it anyway.
Remus tried to explain that the idea was that you only kissed someone when you met under the mistletoe but Sirius just kissed him again and that shut him up for a minute or two. Bought him enough of a reprieve for Sirius to realize Lily Evans was within his range and if he didn't hurry, he'd never catch her unaware again. When James found out later he tried to strangle Sirius with his Gryffindor tie, but Sirius just kissed him too and that shut him up for a minute too. It was a surprisingly effective strategy, actually.
He tried kissing McGonagall once but she hit him with some sort of hex he'd never heard of where his lips literally stuck shut. When he saw her again the next day in Transfiguration, she might have blushed a little and ordered everyone to the library to write thirty-seven and a half inches on the risks of sharing saliva with strangers. Remus became more than a little flustered when he couldn't find a single book on the subject, but Sirius didn't care because he was about to discover snogging with Shirley Remington (who was advanced for her age).
It looked like it would never end, much to everyone's chagrin. Eventually, someone (*cough* Remus John Lupin) had to tell a sixth year Sirius that it wasn't really appropriate to be ambushing fourth years anymore.
They solved that problem by exclusively kissing each other for a while.
Even after the holiday decorations went down and the leprechauns came out.
Even after the snow completely melted and the days got longer.
Even after James was somehow (blackmail?) named Head Boy.
Even after Lily started spending a lot of time around their dormitory.
Even after they graduated and found some jobs, more or less.
Even after the war came.
And all that time, Remus would smile a small smile and whistle “Jingle Bells” to himself, even in the middle of April and July and September. Because with Sirius, every day was like Christmas.
Author: Ashley / snow_blossoms
Pairing: R/S (ok and a little bit of S/the entire population of Hogwarts)
Rating: Does kissing constitute PG-13?
Word Count: 759
Prompt: Day 3 at mwpp_mischief
Warnings: If kissing and craziness and love make you uncomfortable then you should not read this.
Summary: Sirius takes a shining to the whole "mistletoe" concept. Things get out of hand.
Author's Note: Much much thanks to huntingsnarks for the beta! She really cleaned it up and didn't laugh at the craziness (at least, you know, not to my face).
Author's Note II:Oh my gosh, this is the fluffiest, cheesiest, silliest thing ever. Please forgive me. I'll be back with your daily angst right after this brief intermission.
The thing is, Sirius' mum didn't really go in for holiday decorations. Her tastes leant more closely - and rather more loudly - to the macabre. Sirius knew objectively that others celebrated the holidays with pine needles and poinsettias, but he just didn't get the appeal. Blood sacrifices. That was more the Black way.
All that changed, of course. On December 1st, 1971, to be exact. A day that would live in infamy.
See if Dumbledore had had his way, Hogwarts would have been wreathed in Christmas decorations from the moment Halloween was over. Luckily, he had McGonagall to keep him in check - and keep him in check, she did. Still, there was no keeping him from decking the halls (all 327 of them) early on the morning of December 1st.
Sirius thought he was in some sort of dream when he slunk through a doorway that morning and a pigtailed Hufflepuff smashed her face into his. “Mistletoe,” she said, a little breathless, a little flushed, a little bit bloody amazing, Sirius noted.
It happened three more times before lunch. He hadn't any idea what this mistletoe stuff was, but hell, he was eleven, so as far as he was concerned, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him ever. And that included the time he illegally flew his father's broom to Lithuania and back at the age of eight and a half (which was all Andromeda's fault, really). Or the time he convinced Reggie to eat a live frog (not that he condoned violence to animals). Or the time he woke up to Potter singing some girly Simon and Garfunkel song in his sleep (which, incidentally, they do not talk about. Ever.)
The subsequent weeks are what earned Sirius the “Most Likely To Knock Up A Broad Before The Age Of 21” award his last year (which would have been a lot more fitting for Potter, now, wouldn't it? Especially after Sirius started shagging Lupin a month after graduation. Eh, hindsight. 20/20). But I digress.
Once Sirius discovered the point of mistletoe (and what a point it was!) he couldn't be stopped from kissing anyone who came within six feet of him. Even if that did include two-thirds of the female contingent of Hufflepuff, James, Pete, Remus, one very stunned Slytherin 3rd Year, Professor Sprout and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team (who may or may not have punched him in the face).
It may or may not have been worth it anyway.
Remus tried to explain that the idea was that you only kissed someone when you met under the mistletoe but Sirius just kissed him again and that shut him up for a minute or two. Bought him enough of a reprieve for Sirius to realize Lily Evans was within his range and if he didn't hurry, he'd never catch her unaware again. When James found out later he tried to strangle Sirius with his Gryffindor tie, but Sirius just kissed him too and that shut him up for a minute too. It was a surprisingly effective strategy, actually.
He tried kissing McGonagall once but she hit him with some sort of hex he'd never heard of where his lips literally stuck shut. When he saw her again the next day in Transfiguration, she might have blushed a little and ordered everyone to the library to write thirty-seven and a half inches on the risks of sharing saliva with strangers. Remus became more than a little flustered when he couldn't find a single book on the subject, but Sirius didn't care because he was about to discover snogging with Shirley Remington (who was advanced for her age).
It looked like it would never end, much to everyone's chagrin. Eventually, someone (*cough* Remus John Lupin) had to tell a sixth year Sirius that it wasn't really appropriate to be ambushing fourth years anymore.
They solved that problem by exclusively kissing each other for a while.
Even after the holiday decorations went down and the leprechauns came out.
Even after the snow completely melted and the days got longer.
Even after James was somehow (blackmail?) named Head Boy.
Even after Lily started spending a lot of time around their dormitory.
Even after they graduated and found some jobs, more or less.
Even after the war came.
And all that time, Remus would smile a small smile and whistle “Jingle Bells” to himself, even in the middle of April and July and September. Because with Sirius, every day was like Christmas.