A/N: The idea for this multi-chapter fic has been floating around in the back of my head for a while, and now it's fermented enough to be a real story. Only bad news is, I'll be out of town for 3 weeks starting tomorrow, so you won't get another chapter for a little while. If you want another chapter, though, some reviews would really help (cough cough).

Anything you recognize belongs to J. K. Rowling.

1.) It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

"Oh, sod off, Potter," Lily snapped peevishly. It was the week before Christmas holidays and he had been following her all around the castle with mistletoe, always with Black at his side. Why couldn't he just leave her alone for once?

He grinned infuriatingly. "Nope. Not until you kiss me."

"Riiight," she drawled. "Incendio." The mistletoe he had charmed to follow Lily burst into flames. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he set another one on her, but she figured she'd would be able to walk to class in peace until then.

Sirius clapped James on the back. "Tough luck, mate. At least she didn't set you on fire." Peter laughed at this, then nervously pulled something out of his pocket.

"What've you got there?" Remus asked politely. He had been liking Peter less and less during their seventh year, but six years of friendship – the sort of friendship that risked your life, no less – didn't go away overnight, so he had been trying to be nicer to his friend and figure out why they were friends in the first place.

Peter unclenched his fingers, revealing an un-burnt, if slightly crumpled, sprig of mistletoe.

"Excellent." James smirked as he took the greenery from the pudgy boy.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Sirius exclaimed. "Go up to her with the mistletoe and snog her senseless. Now!" he added loudly. James was too busy putting a Fire-proofing charm on the small plant.

"Oh, come on, do you really think Lily would fall for that?" Remus scolded. "She'll probably just hex him and leave."

"Fair point you've got there," Sirius admitted regretfully. "Moony! You're a genius!" he shouted.

"Duly noted," Remus said dryly, bemused.

"We should enchant it so she has to kiss him!"

Remus groaned. "I don't think there's a spell that will make just Lily kiss just James. Don't you think it's a little … risky? What if he gets caught under there with, say, Marlene McKinnon?"

"All the better," Sirius grinned. "Maybe then he'll finally get over Evans."

"I give up – do what you want. Just don't come asking me to fix whatever mess you end up creating." He, too, walked down the corridor Lily had disappeared into to get to Transfiguration.

"All right, Prongs, hand it over."

"No way. I need it to get Lily to kiss me! Besides, Peter gave it to me," James whined.

"And now you're going to give it to me. I know a spell that'll make sure that you and Evans kiss. At last," he muttered under his breath. He tapped the mistletoe a few times, muttered an incantation, then passed it back to James. "There. Go get your girl, Prongs."

"Thanks, Padfoot," James said. "How did you even know how to do that?"

"Eh, I found the spell the last time Moony made us go to the library and study with him. I am still in shock that the library had such a useful spell in it. Maybe I'll go there more often . .." Sirius trailed off in horror. "Forget I ever said that, okay?"

"Don't worry, mate, we'll go to the library straight after supper." James laughed at Sirius' pained expression then ran off towards McGonagall's classroom.

"This is going to be good," Sirius sighed contentedly. He began to stroll down the corridor, kicking a button in front of him continuously as he went.

"Yeah, it sure will be," Peter agreed, bobbing his head furiously.

But when they finally arrived at the classroom a very different sight met them. Instead of a puppy-dog-faced James standing in front of an irate Lily, they saw an incredibly embarrassed Remus trapped under the mistletoe. Lily looked shocked more than anything else, due to the fact that her feet refused to move, no matter how hard she tried. James looked furious, though it was hard to tell who he was furious at.

"Prongs, what the hell happened?" Sirius all but shouted.

In a low voice, James said, "I sent the mistletoe up ahead to float above Lily, but when I got here, Remus and Lily are trapped beneath it instead of her and me!"

Remus continued, "I saw Lily up ahead in the corridor, and by the time we were outside the classroom I'd caught up to her. I stopped for a second to say hi, but I couldn't walk away. Then I saw the mistletoe, but all too late. We've been standing here for maybe a minute since James arrived. I don't know which one of us is the biggest idiot."

"You're all idiots!" Lily shrieked. Stupid Potter with his stupid pranks and stupid friends and all his stupid attention. Well. She'd show him.

"What do I have to do to get out of here?" she demanded of Remus.

"Well . . . um . . ." he stammered.

"You have to kiss Moony!" Sirius called gleefully. James shot him the evil eye and he promptly shut up.

She rolled her eyes – a stunt like this was so incredibly juvenile. She had to admit that she should've seen it coming, though. In fact, she was surprised they hadn't tried it before. "Incendio," she said. Nothing happened.

"You can't destroy it, Evans," James told her sadly. "I'm afraid I made sure of that."

"Well, I can destroy you, now can't I?" Lily hissed. She raised her wand threateningly. Levi-, she thought.

"Oh, no you don't, Evans," Sirius mock-scolded. "Expelliarmus," he said almost lazily, then reached out an equally lazy hand to catch her wand.

She didn't have her wand and she couldn't move. She would stomp her foot if it were possible. She had to retaliate somehow. What would make Potter as mad as possible?

She quickly muttered, "Sorry about this," so only Remus could hear, then, with a steely glint in her eye that would rival McGonagall's, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Lily was practically snogging him when Remus recovered enough from his shock to push her off of him. "What was that?" he cried, stunned that she would stoop so low. James looked like someone had punched him in the stomach, but he didn't look like he was mad at him. Yet.

Sirius, on the other hand, whistled appreciatively. "Didn't think you had it in you, Evans!"

"Can I have my wand back now? I won't hex you if you stop that thing from following me around." Lily just wanted to get out of there. She hoped Remus wasn't mad at her. She had used him, after all.

"You won't?" James asked. This was a first.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," she said tiredly.

The two boys looked at Remus, who just nodded. James then lifted the charm from the mistletoe and pocketed it. Sirius tossed Lily her wand, eyeing her warily. "Can I talk to you later?" she asked Remus quietly.


"The library? After supper?"


At last, she entered the Transfiguration classroom, resigned to a class full of second-guessing.