Sirius loved snow. There were different kinds of snow, he’d come to learn. But his favourite was when the snow fell slowly, almost lazily, taking its time with no rush at all, forming a layer of snow on the ground as if it owned the area. The snowflakes waltzed together through the air, dancing freely. They clung to his eyelashes, and when he reached to try to catch them, they melted almost instantly. He still tried though, despite failing every time.
It was the perfect weather to stay in at night with a fire blazing, a blanket around his shoulders and a cup of hot chocolate warming his hands. And Sirius was planning to do exactly that. He had already prepared the hot chocolate, and he relaxed on the couch, waiting for Remus to come home. He took a sip of the hot chocolate, careful not to spill it on the ‘borrowed’ sweater from Remus.
He sat there, quietly enjoying the warmth from the fire when the door opened. Sirius was on his feet in seconds, barely putting the cup properly on the coffee table and letting the blanket fall back on the couch as he walked quickly to the door.
Remus stood there, waiting for Sirius it seemed. Sirius smiled. His pulse seemed to have tripled in speed, and that warm feeling whenever he saw Remus washed over him.
“Hi,” Remus greeted, pulling Sirius into a hug. Sirius leaned into it, sighing contentedly.
“Hi,” he said back, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. They stood there for a while, simply basking in each other’s warmth.
Sirius lifted his head to look at Remus directly in the eyes. “It’s snowing,” he said, smiling innocently at him. A look of suspicion crossed his features.
“And?” He asked slowly.
Sirius didn’t reply. Instead, he untangled himself from Remus and took his hand, dragging him to the door. Throwing it open, the sudden cold hit them and Sirius shivered. Despite it, he paused to hurriedly slip on a pair of shoes before pulling Remus along outside.
The snow crunched under foot, a crisp sound in the otherwise quiet night. It fell gently around them, clinging to his sweater. Sirius stretched out his free hand in an attempt to catch the snowflakes, but they melted upon touching. Turning back to Remus, he opened his mouth to speak. That is, before he realised Remus had snow in his hand a moment too late.
Sirius shrieked when the snowball hit. It seeped through the sweater, and it was freezing cold. Letting go of Remus’ hand, he reached down to grab a handful of snow, flinging it back at him. “Payback!” He called, ducking to avoid the second snowball thrown.
And that was how their snowball fight started. Sirius hid behind a tree, occasionally sticking his head out to try to hit Remus with a snowball. It was only when Remus snuck up on him and wrapped his arms around him, essentially trapping him, that the fight came to an end with a draw, Sirius had insisted.
Remus released him, and Sirius looked up at the night sky. The snow blurred his vision and the clouds blocked the stars, but the waxing crescent moon shone through. He paused to admire the moon. He always did. He had heard a quote before about the moon and sun. The sun loved the moon so much that they died every night to let them shine. And he loved the sun and moon a little bit more.
“Remus-“
Sirius was cut off when soft, soothing music began to play. He looked back down in surprise, to see Remus extending a hand out to him with a bow.
“May I have this dance?”
“You may,” Sirius laughed, accepting his lover’s hand. Remus pulled him in to press a kiss to his lips, before spinning him out again. Together, they danced. They spun, swayed and stepped in time to the slow, mellow music. Laughter rang out as they danced without a care in the world. The street lamps lit up the small garden well enough, bathing them in a warm glow. The snow fell, slightly heavier than before, secluding them from the world, to let them have this moment to themselves.
Together, they danced in the snow, just like two snowflakes waltzing together through the air.