Wolfstar✨

Chapter 12 - Sirius POV

"No way! Queen is the best" I say, changing the radio back.

"What?" James yells accusingly, "Muggle bands are the worst!"

"You're totally killing this arguing," Remus says, looking up from his book, "I'm pretty sure a bowtruckle could come up with something better."

"Shut up, Moony!" James and I say simultaneously.

Its finally Christmas and Remus, Peter and I are heading to James' house for the Christmas week. It's a pretty long trip but we're nearly there.

There's 2 hours left in our trip and we're all really tired. We pooled our money together to buy a mountain of sweets that have quickly turned into a pile of empty wrappers. This is the first time we'll be spending Christmas together. I always go to James' house for the holidays; I don't like going home anymore. Ugh, purebloods.

Remus has now fallen asleep next to me, his head leaning on my shoulder. God he's cute... I lightly rest my head on his and his eyes flutter open, I jerk my head back and I can't help but see a bit of disappointment in his eyes as he closes them again.

The train pulls to a stop and we hop out onto the platform, we only have a couple bags so we lug them out of the train. James leads us out of the station and we head to their family's shop, Sleakeazy's. Once we're there we use the flu powder Mrs Potter gave us and 5 minutes later we've all arrived at the Potter's. James takes us up to the room we'll be staying in and we start to unpack.

James' house is pretty big, the Potter's are a wealthy family so they've got a lot of land. I finish unpacking and race down the stairs to the kitchen to greet Euphemia. She's made us a big lunch and thank Merlin for that, I'm starving.

I excitedly rush up the stairs and tell the others, and in record time, I'm rushing down again (with the others following closely behind me). After lunch we finish unpacking our bags and, by around 2:00, we'd taken to our positions. Remus on his bed reading, Peter half asleep on his, and James standing by mine yapping on about something or other.

I look over to Remus, a habit something I've been doing a lot recently, deliberately or otherwise. He has a few more scars after last week's full moon. I always notice. Remus has a total of 4 scars on his face; One on the bottom right corner of his face, one on the top right, a smaller one across the bridge of his nose and the last across his left cheek. Along with a million more on his body.

I hate how he does this to himself, it kills me to lie in bed, helpless, and watch as he limps into the dorm at 2:00 in the morning, but that's gonna change, we're nearly done with the animagi procedure.

I see Remus is looking at me and I realise I've been staring, I avert my gaze to the closest thing I can see, my now James covered bed.

We can hear the Christmas carols just down the road at the muggle church, it's the night before Christmas Eve.

"We've got to decorate the Christmas tree!" James pipes up louder than usual, "Come on guys!"

Peter yawns, Remus rolls his eyes slightly but follows James and I as we bound down the stairs like it's a trampoline. We untangle the colourful winking lights and slightly squished tinsel. Remus laughs as James and I end up with lights wrapped and twisted all around us. I watch him, throwing back his head and opening his mouth in a small "o" shape, the scars on his flawless face stretching slightly. It's so cute how he can sound like this, despite being a werewolf. He looks over and my eyes flick away. God, I must look like an idiot. Anyway, I don't celebrate Christmas back home, Walburga thinks we're too good for muggle celebrations. I like them, and I've gotten used to how the Potter's celebrate.

Euphemia and Fleamont moved some beds in to James' room, so we were all in the same room. I started coming to the Potter's for Christmas last year, I can't bear my house, not like I'd be welcome there anyway, though I can't help missing Reg.

After decorating the tree, and untangling ourselves, we head up to the room. Remus is lying on my lap reading, his golden brown curls falling lazily over his face, it takes all of me to not kiss him right then and there. God damnit Sirius! He's straight for Merlins sake.

"What are you reading?" I ask, hiding my excitement when he smiles brightly up at me.

"It's called Fantastic beasts and where to find them! It's about magical beasts and where they live all around the world and how they are-" I don't catch the rest of the story, and I start staring at him. His Golden hair curled in a heap on his head, falling down onto his scarred face occasionally. I brush it off lightly, he doesn't seem to notice. His face is pale, with light freckles dotting his nose, he has a scar there too. It's his most prominent one, a giant white slash down his face, like it was cut with scissors. It stretches down from the corner of his golden eyes to his chin. His eyes aren't really gold, but they might as well have been, they light up like stars when talking about something he loves, like he is now, waving his arms around, describing the adventures of a Niffler.

His rant finishes and after a second of silence he looks at me quizzically, expecting a reaction.

I simply smile. "You are such a nerd," I say, not a hint of malice in my voice.

He shuffles back into my lap, reading on from his page.

As our lazy afternoon fazes into a lazy evening, there's a knock on James' door. Euphemia pokes her head in and smiles seeing the four of us sitting on the enormous bed playing a Muggle card game that Peter taught us earlier. 

Remus rests his head in my lap between his turns and I begin softly stroking his hair, but I stop abruptly as soon as he notices. He doesn't react, but I see his mouth twitch and panic. Oh shit, I think. Why did you do that? He probably thinks you're creepy as hell. I subtly move my hand away from his face and the game continues, but I still feel the awkwardness lingering in the air between us.

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The eggnog we had earlier today has come back to bite me in the ass as I feel my way towards the toilet in the middle of the night. I hear the clinking of glasses in the kitchen and for a second my mind jumps to the thought of St Nick but I brush it off and make my way back to the bedroom. I feel a tug on the blanket trailing behind me and turn to see a messy haired Remus. He mumbles an apology and I roll my eyes, locking in on the mistletoe above us for a split second before turning back to see Remus' once sleepy eyes wide. I step towards him so that our bodies are mere inches apart. I gently brush his face with my knuckles, leaving them sitting on his cheek. It might've been the eggnog piss I just did or the fact that it's 10 minutes to Christmas or maybe possibly it's because Remus Lupin is the most precious human being I have ever met but suddenly our lips are touching and I want to stay in this moment forever.

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