Doing a Christmas theme all month! Week One!

I love Draco's. And Sirius'.

Summary: Your winter day in Hogsmeade.

QOTP: Have you ever tried butter beer?

Word Count: 2479

Draco -
Draco's... Draco. More serious than not.

I mean, he's not completely stuck up - he jokes around (especially with - or... at - Potter). But, still.

You think he needs to lighten up a bit, especially considering the fact that Harry smiled at you this morning on the way to Hogsmeade and it made him mad.

In an effort to save your Hogsmeade trip, you quickly form a snowball and chuck it at Draco. It hits him in the back of the head and he turns, ready to yell at Potter for that, but then he sees you smirking at him.

"Really? That's the game you wanna play? Alright..."

He forms his own snowball and you run for cover, but it hits you in the back. You dramatically fall to the ground and mimic sounds of agony.

Dean, who was walking by with Seamus and Neville, stops and looks down at you. "You okay, Y/L/N?"

You put a hand on your chest, extending the other to Dean. "I've been hit, Dean! Go on without me! Tell my mother I love her... And-And tell Draco..."

Your voice fades into a whisper, so Dean leans down to hear you.

"He's a twit."

Then, you let your arms fall.

Dean looks over at Draco, who's been standing there almost the entire time, and says, "You're a twit."

You laugh loudly; you're really bad at playing dead. Draco laughs as well and pulls you up as Dean, Seamus, and Neville move on.

He smiles at you, kisses your nose, and grabs your hand. "How about we get some butter beer?"

Fred -
You left George and Lee to walk around by themselves and tried to get into the Shrieking Shack.

"Fred, there's no way in," you complain, after searching for a measly ten minutes.

Fred gives you a pointed look. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I happen to know that you can get in through the Whomping Willow."

"How did you find that out?"

"Harry told me."

"And why aren't we going that way?"

"Because it's back at Hogwarts."

He continues to try and pry boards off one of the windows. You sigh heavily and hug him from behind, resting your forehead on his shoulder. "It's cold."

He laughs and turns around in your arms, hugging you back. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. "This isn't helping."

"Well, I guess I'm just a rubbish boyfriend, then."

You laugh and look up at him, snowflakes standing out against his hair and Gryffindor scarf. He smiles down at you. "How about this: We go to the Hog's Head and pretend to be shady."

"Let's do it."

George -
"I'm telling you, I saw Malfoy with a Hufflepuff," George says for the umpteenth time, walking with you through Hogsmeade.

You shake your head, swinging your hands back and forth between you. "There's no way. Not only would he never go for a Hufflepuff, but he'd never cheat on Pansy Parkinson."

"He doesn't even like her!"

"What makes you so sure?"

"Oh, come on, have you seen them?"

You pause, thinking. "Okay, yeah, that's true."

"I told you so," George says obnoxiously.

You laugh. "Yeah, yeah. And speaking of romance, how long do you think it'll take Fred to ask Katie Bell out?"

"Ages if we don't do something about it."

"I'm guessing those are our plans for next weekend?"

"But of course."

You laugh, then lean your head on his shoulder. He smiles down at you, then with an amused air, asks, "Are you cold?"

"No, George, of course not. S'not as if it's snowing or anything," you reply sarcastically.

He chuckles, then leads you into Zonko's, where you spend the rest of the day planning pranks, goofing off, and stealing kisses in between the exploding quills and the unbreakable Christmas crackers.

Harry -
You walk into the Three Broomsticks, shivering, and see Harry Potter sitting in a booth all by himself. After shaking the snow off your shoes, you go and sit down across from him. He smiles. "Hello. Have you seen Ron and Hermione anywhere?"

"No," you reply. "Hermione asked me to hang out with you guys today, but I haven't seen her all day."

"She told me she'd asked you," Harry says. You nod, lapsing into silence and looking out the window.

Outside, to your surprise, you see Ron, Hermione, and Neville walking down the street, carrying chocolate frogs and not even glancing at the Three Broomsticks.

Harry, after seeing your confused expression, follows your gaze. He sighs, "I think Hermione tricked us."

"It seems that way," you say, almost laughing.

You told her you had a crush on Harry, and you guessed this was her way of getting you two together. Unbeknownst to you, Harry had also told her about his crush on you, and he was thinking the same thing.

"Well... do you want to order some butter beer and make the most of this?" Harry asks sheepishly.

You nod, smiling. "I'd like that a lot."

Neville -
Neville, ever the hopeless romantic, nervously asked you to go on a date with him at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. It wasn't as... couple-y as it was on Valentine's Day, but still.

It's Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

When you walked in with Neville, making awkward small talk, you were shocked by how over the top it was.

Nevertheless, you sat with Neville, ordered some tea, and tried to make conversation.

But you both could tell the other was uncomfortable.

"Do you wanna leave?" you ask suddenly.

His eyes widen. "What? I, uh, I d-don't know."

"Well, I mean, this place is a little... this place. And The Three Broomsticks... exists. So..."

"Yeah. I-I've been wanting to go for a while, but I didn't know if you did so I wasn't going to saying anything, but, uh, yeah. The Three Broomsticks. Good plan."

You chuckle at his rambling and head out of the tea shop, making a quick decision from a burst of confidence to grab Neville's hand. He blushes, but he lets you pull him to the Three Broomsticks.

You rush inside, dying to get out of the cold, and brush the snow off your shoulders. You turn to Neville, who's still blushing. "Um..." he trails off. You smile.

"So, let's try this date again. Butter beer?"

Ron -
You've been walking about in the cold of Hogsmeade for quite a while, holding Ron's gloved hand in yours as he looks around for a shop he and Harry went to the last time. He thought it was the coolest thing ever, so now he wants to show you.

"I can't find it," he mumbles frustratedly.

You laugh lightly. "If you can beat Professor McGonagall in wizard chess, you can surely find a shop."

"What is with you and her always bringing that up? It was first year-"

"Which makes it all the more impressive."

He blushes at that, though his cheeks were already red from the cold. "Well, I mean, yeah. Guess that was pretty smart of me."

"You prat," you joke, hitting his arm. He laughs, then his face lights up.

"Found it!"

And then he's dragging you across the street, towards it. Once you've made it inside, you look around, shaking the snow off your shoes.

It's a muggle shop.

I mean, it sells muggle stuff.

Rubber ducks, pens, pencils, erasers, even a shelf of muggle books towards the back of the shop. Ron beams at you. "See? I bought a pen the last time - coolest thing ever."

You laugh, being a muggleborn. He smiles. "I was wondering if you could show me what some of this stuff is for?"

"Of course, Ron."

And you pull him in the depths of the shop, deciding to play a game: He would guess what something was for, and if he got it right, he'd get a kiss.

Unfortunately, he got most of them wrong.

Even with hints.

Doesn't mean he didn't get kisses, though.

Young James -
"Can we please go to the Hog's Head?" he begs.

You sigh, letting go of his hand. "Why would you ever want to?"

"Because it sounds fun."

You snort. "Sounds more like a death trap, if you ask me."

"Oh, come on," James insists.

"If you want to go so bad, ask Sirius."

"Fine."

You sigh as he runs off to find Sirius and trail after him, wanting to see what happens next. Also wanting to see McGonagall giving them detention.

Once he finds Sirius, he asks him to go to the Hog's Head with him. Remus, who's with him, bursts out laughing, then says, "Yeah, Prongs, you have fun with that."

"What do you mean?" James asks.

Remus sighs. "James, you're one of my closest friends, and I love you - in a friend way - but you will get beaten to a pulp the second you walk in that place."

"Why?"

"Because you're a pansy."

You bust out laughing, along with Sirius, who high-fives Remus. James pouts, so you kiss him. "See? Let's go to the jokes shop instead, okay?"

James reluctantly follows you, grumbling all the way.

Young Newt -
Newt, being Newt, was super nervous when he asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him. Of course, he had nothing to worry about because you think he's cute and - at times - hotter than a dragon's breath in the middle of summer.

Currently, he's being adorable - stuttering, blushing, trying to make conversation. You're confident, mainly because one of you has to be. Which is the reason you're holding hands because he wasn't going to initiate that without passing out.

Gradually, though, he becomes less nervous.

"What's your favorite subject?" he asks, just trying to make small talk as you walk around Hogsmeade, both wrapped up in scarves and coats.

You think for a moment. "[Whatever it is as long as it's not the care of magical creatures okay deal with it]. What's yours?"

"C-Care of Magical Creatures. It-It's kind of dumb, I guess, but..."

And then he can't stop talking. At first it was rambling, then it was like the most interesting Care of Magical Creatures class you'd ever had.

His eyes lit up, and he was gesturing (while still holding your hand). When he's done, he looks up at you sheepishly. "Sorry, I-"

"That was the cutest thing I've ever seen."

He blushes furiously. "Um, I, uh, th-thanks."

Young Remus -
James and Sirius have been teasing him ever since he asked you out. So, of course, the day of the date, the teasing gets worse.

"Have fun at Madame Puddifoot's!" James shouts, mimicking a crying mom. Sirius makes finger guns and winks. "But not too much fun."

James looks down at Peter. "I'm the mom, Padfoot is the dad, you're the little brother; say something."

"What would a little brother say?" Peter asks incredulously. "Ew?"

Sirius laughs, then pretends to wipe tears out of his eyes. "Kids, I tell ya. So darn cute."

Remus rolls his eyes as you laugh. Then, he takes your hand and starts to pull you away from his "family". "I am so sorry about them."

You decide to just wander around and talk until it gets too cold. You expected it to be more awkward, considering Remus is more of the quiet type and he was all stutter-y when he asked you out. But it's not.

It's quite nice.

And on this date, you realize he's just as ridiculous as the rest of the Marauders; cracking jokes, scouring the joke shop for a good prank to pull on Peeves. Or Slughorn.

When you're both shivering too much to even say a coherent sentence, you decide to go back to Hogwarts. Standing in front of the Gryffindor common room, you smile at him. "This was fun."

"Yeah. I had a nice time," he replies, smiling. There's a silence, a slight tension in the air. Then, with a burst of confidence, you lean over, kiss his cheek, then take off down the stairs in embarrassment.

Once you're at the bottom, you look up at Remus as the stairs move away. He's blushing furiously, grinning down at you. You sheepishly grin back, say, "I'm just, uh, going to the library," and finally turn to leave.

Remus, still blushing and staring dreamily at the spot you were standing in, jumps when he hears the Fat Lady say, "Aw."

Young Sirius -
"Remind me why we're doing this, again?" you ask Sirius, walking through Hosmeade as he swings your hands back and forth between you.

"Because," he says, "I want to go to Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop and make fun of it."

You laugh, shaking your head.

Around Valentine's Day, the shop has hearts and cherubs scattered all around for couples, and, even not during that time, couples usually go there for dates and such.

And Sirius thinks it's dumb. Too "fluffy" and "pansy-like".

You decide not to point out that he is, too.

"Merlin's beard, this place looks like Father Christmas threw up on it."

He's right; candy canes, wreaths, Santa hats, magically animated elf figures dancing around the countertops. And that's not even the half of it.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" you ask, looking over at Sirius.

He swallows, then squints. "Into battle."

And he pulls you to a table, pulls out a chair for you, and sits down. He leans over and whispers, "We're behind enemy lines."

You laugh and he shakes his head, shushing you. "Don't blow our cover."

You snort, sitting back, then Madame Puddifoot walks over and asks what you'd like to drink. Sirius orders tea with milk, you order [idk man you choose]. A few minutes of Sirius looking around suspiciously later, she comes back with your drinks, and you decide to order cookies.

"Good idea," Sirius whispers. "That'll make us blend in."

You shake your head. "What are you doing?"

"We're undercover."

"To infiltrate what?"

He leans across the table. "Cheesy teenage romance."

You laugh as he grabs both of your hands and says, "Now look at me with love in your eyes."

"Sirius-"

"If we're going to be in an American romantic comedy, we have to get this down."

You continue to laugh, unable to stop yourself. Sirius breaks, starting to smile and trying to stop, but he fails and starts laughing with you, still holding your hands.

When Madame Puddifoot comes back with your cookies, you can tell from the smile on her face that that would've been the best audition tape.

"Eat your heart out, John Travolta." And then Sirius promptly shoves an entire cookie in his mouth.