Mistletoe
Mistletoe
Taking a small sip from the glass of wine in his hand, James gazed around the room in front of him. He was standing in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against it. He watched Remus and Sirius cuddling up on the sofa opposite the fireplace, whispering secretively with one another. He smiled. He saw Peter talking with Mary and Marlene, discussing something James couldn’t quite catch. Dorcas and Emmeline were playing cards on the floor by the tree, erupting into laughter every five seconds. James couldn’t help but smile. Christmas was one of the only times all his friends were in one place. He needed to make the most of it.
James felt a presence behind him. Turning slightly, he caught sight of a wave of ginger hair adorned by a bright green paper crown. Lily appeared at his side. “Hiya” She said, hooking her arm underneath James’ and resting her face against his arm. “Hiya.” James replied, feeling full. He shifted positions so he was no longer leaning against the doorframe. He held his glass in one hand and placed the other around Lily, drawing her in close. James felt her mumble something against his chest and drew back slightly. “Hmm?” He asked, gazing down lovingly at her. Lily grinned as she lifted her head, leaving her chin resting on James’ chest. “Did you know you’re standing under mistletoe?” She smiled up at him. James looked up at the top of the doorway. Sure enough, there was a sprig of mistletoe hanging down. He hadn’t even noticed.
“Anyone could’ve come up and kissed you.” Lily continued, wrapping her arms securely around him. James arched an eyebrow. “Well, it’s lucky they didn’t then, isn’t it?” He replied, tilting his neck downwards to reach Lily’s face. They locked lips and smiled against each other. “Merry Christmas.” Lily whispered to James’ mouth. “Merry Christmas.” James said back, brushing their lips together once more.