Fic: Angels Kissing in the Snow for peskywhistpaw
Title: Angels Kissing in the Snow
Author: 10imd
Recipient: peskywhistpaw
Rating: Pg
Highlight for Warnings: no warnings
Word Count: 1371
Summary: Remus is annoyed at Sirius. They fight and make up in the snow.
Author's notes: For the prompt "Is that supposed to be a snow angel?".
Thank you to molsymo for the beta.
"Why do you always have to be like that?"
Sirius looked up from his place on the couch to where Remus was sitting behind a desk with a large mug next to him. Sirius had spent the last 15 minutes trying to enchant the common room ceiling to drop fake snow for the Christmas party later that night, while he was waiting for James and Peter to come back. They had gone to the kitchen to get food for the party. Or, in James-speak: "Going on a daring expedition to acquire supplies for the epic feast to end all feasts".
Sirius hadn't even had to turn around to know Lily Evans was in the room.
Remus, meanwhile, had been busy packing up presents to send home when he made the enigmatic remark.
"Uhm...be like what?" Sirius was confused; the comment had come out of nowhere. He looked around to see if he was indeed the one being addressed. There was no-one else in the room, so he looked at the ceiling he had been enchanting, back to his wand, back to the ceiling, to the pile of chocolate wrappers by his feet, to the boy sitting across from him. That boy showed all the tell-tale signs of annoyance: set jaw, folded hands, and yes there was a rolling of eyes.
"Never mind. I'll just go get some air, now."
Remus got up in the middle of wrapping a cigar box for his father and left through the portrait-hole.
I'm not going after him. He's being an idiot. Just that time of the month. I'm staying here, by the fire, I'm not...
"Oh, damn it." Sirius got up, pulled on his gloves and scarf and left.
He arrived by the main entrance to the castle. Outside those doors, in a corner somewhere or behind a wall, would be Remus, freezing and shivering but too stubborn to come back inside. He would stay there until he had frostbite, just because he wouldn't face Sirius and just have the bloody row instead of bottling it all up. Remus probably expected him to stay upstairs, cosy by the fire and forgetting all about him.
He squared his shoulders and opened the door, ready for whatever Remus would throw at his head and perfectly aware he could win any fight if he played it right.
Stepping outside, his eyes immediately came to rest on the signature brown back, which to Sirius stood out like a beacon in the blinding white expanse. As he came up to him, the crunching of his boots in the snow gave away his presence and Remus turned around to watch him approach.
When he was close enough, Sirius demanded to be told what had pissed Remus off enough to go stand in the snow, staring at the horizon like a bloody romantic poet.
“What have I done?” he asked. “I honestly don’t know this time”.
“It’s Snape”, Remus mumbled, clearly trying to avoid a Sirius-tantrum, yet looking him straight in the eye which meant he was, well, serious.
Sirius had to blink a couple of times at that. And then a couple more times because a rather large snowflake had fallen in to his right eye, blurring his vision until he could see nothing but a concerned-looking brown cloud right in front of him. “Come again?” he finally said when his vision was restored.
“I know he’s Slytherin and he’s ugly and annoying and evil and all that, but don’t you think... well obviously you don’t, but I think sometimes you go a bit too far with him.” Remus had started out haltingly, but as he continued, he spoke more confidently and it was clear that this was something that had been troubling him for some time .
“Like today, you mean.” Sirius said briskly. He was not going to give in to this malarkey of defending snakes and gits.
“Look, I get that it’s funny to turn his robes into a French Maid’s outfit, but do you have to do it in the Great Hall in front of everybody on his birthday
?” “Yes!”Sirius was shouting now. “And if you don’t understand that, there is something very, very wrong with you!”
Remus was yelling now, as well. “Well, how will you like it when he does something similar to you? And what about James? He’ll never get Lily if he keeps behaving like an arrogant git. Not to mention how it would affect Peter if he gets publicly embarrassed like that.”
During their argument they had backed into a corner of the castle, away from any windows or people having snowfights. Sirius quickly looked around to see if anyone was around, and just as Remus took a deep breath to start another round of accusations, he leant forward and pressed his lips to Remus’, hard enough to steal all words and indeed, thoughts from Remus’ brain.
Within moments, he could feel Remus giving in and kissing him back, at the same time as moving one hand to Sirius’ hair and turning them around so that Sirius was half-leaning against the castle wall. How the hell does he manage to do so many things at the same time? Sirius wondered. Isn’t he marvellous?
He tried to reverse the move but realized he was far less skilled at multitasking as Remus tripped over a large chunk of ice and fell right on his back, grabbing Sirius’ shirt to take him with him. Their lips never separated, even though their teeth, chins and foreheads had to become intimately acquainted to make it happen.
Finally, Sirius decided he really did need to breathe and moved his head slightly, staying in full contact to Remus with the rest of his body.
Remus gently reached up to push some rather wet strands of black hair out of his eyes and looked into them as he sighed “You always do that”.
“Ah, but that’s because it always works, my dear Moony” He summoned his most dazzling smile - a sure hit in his recent experience.
And indeed, all trace of anger and annoyance had disappeared from Remus’ face. He was good.
As Sirius leaned down to have some more of this wonderful chocolate-and-marshmallow flavoured Remus, they could hear the sound of two teenage boys approaching, completely incapable of moving about (especially in snow) without alerting everyone on the grounds of their presence.
They managed to jump up and get their clothes snow-dusted off and presentable just as Peter and James came into view.
“Is that supposed to be a snow angel?” James asked with a frown as he looked over their shoulders to the mark they had left in the snow.
Sirius smirked. “Well, it was an angel who made it.”
Remus, looking delightful with red cheeks and suspiciously matching lips, stared at him incredulously. Behind Peter and James’ back, he mouthed “You girl” to Sirius, making him grin wickedly in return.
Peter, still munching on a piece of Turkish Delight from the kitchens, asked “Can we go back inside now? I don’t want to complain or anything, but my hands are so cold they’re not even blue anymore.”
“Yes, please,” answered James. “Before any of those children get it in their heads to start a snowfight with us.”
That night, there was a legendary and successful Christmas party (or feast, to some) in the Gryffindor common room.
Remus spent quite a lot of the time staring blankly ahead and reliving the events of the afternoon while all around him, fake snow was falling. He tried, but failed, to feel annoyed because Sirius had, once again, managed to distract him from the issue at hand.
If he had the choice between arguing about a greasy Slytherin or ‘making snowangels’, there was no choice.
But his point had made an impact. The next time James suggested a highly embarrassing prank on Snape in the main hall, Peter, as usual, was immediately for it. But Sirius hesitated for a moment, looked at Remus, who was pretending to mind his own business, and suggested they do it somewhere a little less public instead.
Remus kept his eyes turned downwards, but Sirius could see the little smile playing on his lips.
Author: 10imd
Recipient: peskywhistpaw
Rating: Pg
Highlight for Warnings: no warnings
Word Count: 1371
Summary: Remus is annoyed at Sirius. They fight and make up in the snow.
Author's notes: For the prompt "Is that supposed to be a snow angel?".
Thank you to molsymo for the beta.
"Why do you always have to be like that?"
Sirius looked up from his place on the couch to where Remus was sitting behind a desk with a large mug next to him. Sirius had spent the last 15 minutes trying to enchant the common room ceiling to drop fake snow for the Christmas party later that night, while he was waiting for James and Peter to come back. They had gone to the kitchen to get food for the party. Or, in James-speak: "Going on a daring expedition to acquire supplies for the epic feast to end all feasts".
Sirius hadn't even had to turn around to know Lily Evans was in the room.
Remus, meanwhile, had been busy packing up presents to send home when he made the enigmatic remark.
"Uhm...be like what?" Sirius was confused; the comment had come out of nowhere. He looked around to see if he was indeed the one being addressed. There was no-one else in the room, so he looked at the ceiling he had been enchanting, back to his wand, back to the ceiling, to the pile of chocolate wrappers by his feet, to the boy sitting across from him. That boy showed all the tell-tale signs of annoyance: set jaw, folded hands, and yes there was a rolling of eyes.
"Never mind. I'll just go get some air, now."
Remus got up in the middle of wrapping a cigar box for his father and left through the portrait-hole.
I'm not going after him. He's being an idiot. Just that time of the month. I'm staying here, by the fire, I'm not...
"Oh, damn it." Sirius got up, pulled on his gloves and scarf and left.
He arrived by the main entrance to the castle. Outside those doors, in a corner somewhere or behind a wall, would be Remus, freezing and shivering but too stubborn to come back inside. He would stay there until he had frostbite, just because he wouldn't face Sirius and just have the bloody row instead of bottling it all up. Remus probably expected him to stay upstairs, cosy by the fire and forgetting all about him.
He squared his shoulders and opened the door, ready for whatever Remus would throw at his head and perfectly aware he could win any fight if he played it right.
Stepping outside, his eyes immediately came to rest on the signature brown back, which to Sirius stood out like a beacon in the blinding white expanse. As he came up to him, the crunching of his boots in the snow gave away his presence and Remus turned around to watch him approach.
When he was close enough, Sirius demanded to be told what had pissed Remus off enough to go stand in the snow, staring at the horizon like a bloody romantic poet.
“What have I done?” he asked. “I honestly don’t know this time”.
“It’s Snape”, Remus mumbled, clearly trying to avoid a Sirius-tantrum, yet looking him straight in the eye which meant he was, well, serious.
Sirius had to blink a couple of times at that. And then a couple more times because a rather large snowflake had fallen in to his right eye, blurring his vision until he could see nothing but a concerned-looking brown cloud right in front of him. “Come again?” he finally said when his vision was restored.
“I know he’s Slytherin and he’s ugly and annoying and evil and all that, but don’t you think... well obviously you don’t, but I think sometimes you go a bit too far with him.” Remus had started out haltingly, but as he continued, he spoke more confidently and it was clear that this was something that had been troubling him for some time .
“Like today, you mean.” Sirius said briskly. He was not going to give in to this malarkey of defending snakes and gits.
“Look, I get that it’s funny to turn his robes into a French Maid’s outfit, but do you have to do it in the Great Hall in front of everybody on his birthday
?” “Yes!”Sirius was shouting now. “And if you don’t understand that, there is something very, very wrong with you!”
Remus was yelling now, as well. “Well, how will you like it when he does something similar to you? And what about James? He’ll never get Lily if he keeps behaving like an arrogant git. Not to mention how it would affect Peter if he gets publicly embarrassed like that.”
During their argument they had backed into a corner of the castle, away from any windows or people having snowfights. Sirius quickly looked around to see if anyone was around, and just as Remus took a deep breath to start another round of accusations, he leant forward and pressed his lips to Remus’, hard enough to steal all words and indeed, thoughts from Remus’ brain.
Within moments, he could feel Remus giving in and kissing him back, at the same time as moving one hand to Sirius’ hair and turning them around so that Sirius was half-leaning against the castle wall. How the hell does he manage to do so many things at the same time? Sirius wondered. Isn’t he marvellous?
He tried to reverse the move but realized he was far less skilled at multitasking as Remus tripped over a large chunk of ice and fell right on his back, grabbing Sirius’ shirt to take him with him. Their lips never separated, even though their teeth, chins and foreheads had to become intimately acquainted to make it happen.
Finally, Sirius decided he really did need to breathe and moved his head slightly, staying in full contact to Remus with the rest of his body.
Remus gently reached up to push some rather wet strands of black hair out of his eyes and looked into them as he sighed “You always do that”.
“Ah, but that’s because it always works, my dear Moony” He summoned his most dazzling smile - a sure hit in his recent experience.
And indeed, all trace of anger and annoyance had disappeared from Remus’ face. He was good.
As Sirius leaned down to have some more of this wonderful chocolate-and-marshmallow flavoured Remus, they could hear the sound of two teenage boys approaching, completely incapable of moving about (especially in snow) without alerting everyone on the grounds of their presence.
They managed to jump up and get their clothes snow-dusted off and presentable just as Peter and James came into view.
“Is that supposed to be a snow angel?” James asked with a frown as he looked over their shoulders to the mark they had left in the snow.
Sirius smirked. “Well, it was an angel who made it.”
Remus, looking delightful with red cheeks and suspiciously matching lips, stared at him incredulously. Behind Peter and James’ back, he mouthed “You girl” to Sirius, making him grin wickedly in return.
Peter, still munching on a piece of Turkish Delight from the kitchens, asked “Can we go back inside now? I don’t want to complain or anything, but my hands are so cold they’re not even blue anymore.”
“Yes, please,” answered James. “Before any of those children get it in their heads to start a snowfight with us.”
That night, there was a legendary and successful Christmas party (or feast, to some) in the Gryffindor common room.
Remus spent quite a lot of the time staring blankly ahead and reliving the events of the afternoon while all around him, fake snow was falling. He tried, but failed, to feel annoyed because Sirius had, once again, managed to distract him from the issue at hand.
If he had the choice between arguing about a greasy Slytherin or ‘making snowangels’, there was no choice.
But his point had made an impact. The next time James suggested a highly embarrassing prank on Snape in the main hall, Peter, as usual, was immediately for it. But Sirius hesitated for a moment, looked at Remus, who was pretending to mind his own business, and suggested they do it somewhere a little less public instead.
Remus kept his eyes turned downwards, but Sirius could see the little smile playing on his lips.