The sound of footsteps and shuffling was lulling me out of sleep.

"Sirius-, be quiet."

"They look so cute, hand me that polaroid."

I shifted slightly, only to remember that I had fallen asleep on the couch. With James. The blanket was still pulled tightly around us, but James's arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close to his chest.

I registered more shuffling, followed by the sound of my polaroid camera going off with a click.

"You aren't very quiet." I mumbled opening my eyes slightly.

The light was reflecting off of the snow outside, making the bright light of the room almost unbearable to my sleep-filled eyes.

Sirius shook the polaroid, "But look how cute this is!"

I carefully sat up, trying my best not to wake up James. When I stood up off of the couch, I put the blanket back on top of him and he shifted slightly, adjusting on the couch.

Rolling my eyes, I looked at the picture that Sirius was holding.

It was quite cute.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked in response.

"Really?" Sirius groaned, "You're not even going to comment on how adorable this is?"

Remus nudged Sirius, "Leave Vixen alone, she just woke up and she's already offering to make breakfast."

"Yeah, you better watch your mouth unless you want me to poison your food." I teased as I walked into the kitchen.

The two boys trailed behind me, leaving James asleep in the living room.

Sirius sat at the kitchen island as Remus made a pot of coffee and I debated what to cook for breakfast.

I opened the pantry and looked around. I could make pancakes, eggs, bacon. But that was all stuff that we would eat at Hogwarts.

"Want to go out?"

I looked back at Remus and Sirius, the latter sipping on his cup of coffee. He nodded, and Remus replied, "Sure, I'll go wake up James."

Before going to get ready, I grabbed my cup of coffee from the marble countertops and top a sip. It warmed my body as it snaked down my throat to my stomach.

As I walked through the living room, Remus was attempting to wake up James, but failing because the boy kept refusing to get up.

I yanked the blanket off of him, "Good morning, Jamesy."

He groaned as he opened his eyes. "Did I sleep down here?"

Sirius appeared from the kitchen, "Yeah, you and Vix cuddled-," He pulled the polaroid picture from his pocket, "Look how cute!"

"Why the fuck are you carrying that around?" I questioned, becoming a bit concerned for the boy.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not carrying it around, I just simply haven't had the chance to put it in my scrapbook yet."

"Shove off, Pads." James muttered as he stood up and stretched.

I stifled a laugh and made my way upstairs to get ready for the day.

Quickly making my bed, I stripped out of my pajamas and picked out my clothes for the day. I settled on a pair of black leather ankle boots, a pair of emerald green bell-bottoms, and a black turtleneck sweater. I didn't bother with doing my hair, instead, I slipped on a green knit hat over my wavy blonde hair.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. After I was all ready, I decided not to wear any makeup and grabbed my fur coat before closing my door behind me.

When I reached the foyer, all of the boys were sitting around talking-, well everyone except Sirius.

"Where's Sirius?" I asked.

"Padfoot is having trouble picking a 'Paris worthy' outfit."

I let out a laugh, "Of course he is, Moony."

As if on cue, Sirius came bounding down the stairs in his 'Paris worthy outfit'. The raven-haired boy was wearing black bell-bottoms, a royal blue sweater, with his tan coat on top.

"Okay, I'm Paris ready, let's go." Sirius announced as he reached the bottom of the stairs and placed a kiss on Remus's cheek.

Remus blushed slightly.

"Muggle Paris, or Wizard Paris?" I questioned.

"Muggle." The three boys replied in unison.

I grinned, "We can Floo close, then walk around-, it's not too cold so we should be fine."

James saluted me, "Yes, ma'am ."

I playfully hit his arm, "No funny business today."

"Us? Funny business?" Remus teased.

"I'm hurt Daphne-," Sirius joked, "I would never do any such thing that you call funny business."

"You boys will be the death of me."

• • • • •

Winters in Paris tend to be a bit warmer than in Scotland, which makes it better for exploring the town. There was a layer of snow dusting the city, making it bright despite the lack of sunlight.

There was no breeze, and the temperature was comfortable with our coats and hats on. It was a perfect winter day. I was in my favorite city, with my favorite people.

We had used the Floo Network to the Seventh Arrondissement, which was prominently a muggle district. There were few places to access the Floo, but I had grown up here and knew what I was doing.

After exciting the abandoned office building, the four of us were met with the chill air and the bustling of people all along the street.

I led us down the street to my favorite breakfast spot in this district. It wasn't as popular as most places, but the pastries and coffee were to die for.

The four of us sat in a small booth by the window. James and I were sitting next to each other, and Remus and Sirius were sitting across from us. The waitress took our orders, and it seemed like everyone was now fully awake.

"I'm excited to see the Eiffel Tower." Sirius exclaimed as he took a sip of his cappuccino.

I took a sip of mine, "Jolie's been to the Eiffel Tower."

"Really? I thought she said that she hasn't been to Paris?" James asked.

"Oh, trust me, Jolie's been to Paris."

"What do you mean-"

James' hazel eyes widened as the realization swept over him. Remus had his head propped up on his hand and was hiding a smirk on his face.

"Ah, I love Paris." Remus muttered as he grinned at James.

"I bet Jolie did too."

I kicked Sirius's leg under the table, making him yelp. Thankfully, before he could yell at me, the waitress brought over our breakfast. Her accent was thick as she asked if we needed anything else before she disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Bloody hell, and I thought you had an accent." Remus concluded once she was out of earshot.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "At least I don't have a ridiculous British accent."

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" Sirius cut us off.

James pretended to wipe away a tear, "I must admit, I'm quite hurt Daphne."

"I think we can all agree that Scottish accents are the worse." Sirius admitted.

"That's true." The three of us replied in unison, making us all start laughing.

Following breakfast, we walked the snowy streets all around the district. When we reached the Champs de Mars to see the Eiffel Tower, James and Sirius made me take their picture in front of it, and they pretended like they were holding it up because James 'saw it in a book'.

A nice woman took our picture of us in front of the famous tower, then proceeded to tell us to enjoy the city.

"What if I broke in?"

"Sirius, what the fuck?" Remus yelled.

"No I'm serious, I could use my wand."

We were standing outside the French National Assembly, the lower house of the French Parliament. While there was nothing to do here, it was still a sight to see. The centuries-old palace contained amazing architecture and looked even more ethereal while it was dusted with snow.

I hadn't been here since I was eight. I almost forgot what it was like to live in this city.

The four of us spent most of the day on Rue Saint-Dominique, which is the spine of the seventh arrondissement. We stopped for lunch at a small cafe.

James had started to complain that his feet hurt, Sirius insisted he was going to pass out if he didn't eat soon, and Remus attempted to be the voice of reason with them-, but failed.

We ate a late lunch a bit before in the afternoon.

I ordered a salad and some soup, I never was a big fan of lunch. So far the boys had liked all of the food we had eaten, which was good because some people are way too picky.

"What would you lot like to do next?"

Remus wiped his hands on his napkin, "What are our options?"

"Well," I began, "There's museums-"

"Boring." James and Sirius chimed.

"Markets, Shopping-"

Sirius slapped his hand on the table. "Yes, that's the one. I love French fashion."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" James pouted.

I glanced at Sirius, who was sitting across from me, and he chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, Prongs," Sirius started, "You are a sexy mother fucker, but you're wearing fucking khakis."

Remus looked at Sirius, "I wear khakis, Padfoot."

"That's the point."

I let out a laugh as Remus and James glared daggers into Sirius from their seats at our table. I still admit, James and Remus could use a bit of help when it comes to fashion, but as for Sirius, he was was Audrey Hepburn of 1976, and he knew it.

After a slight argument, which ended in Sirius-, yet again, threatening to start barking in the middle of the cafe, James claiming that if he did that he would turn into a stag, Remus rolling his eyes, and me trying to get everyone to calm the fuck down.

I guess you could say that lunch was successful.

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping before deciding to Floo back to the house. My legs were sore from walking around, and I needed to take a long bath, but at least I finished Christmas shopping for everyone.

I got a Jolie a gold bracelet with a ruby charm, a book on magicians and some chocolate frogs for Marlene, a dainty silver necklace with an L charm for Lily, and a few muggle classic books for Mary.

As for the boys, I bought Sirius a black leather jacket-, which he'd been wanting for a long time, a silver watch and a few books that I had found in one of the small bookstores for Remus, and for James, I had gotten him a red sweater with a J knit on it in gold and a first edition copy of Romeo and Juliet.

The book was a bit of an inside joke.

When we returned to the house, Remus started a fire while I brought my purchases up to my bedroom. I made sure to hide them because Sirius is a snoop, and I changed into something more comfortable.

The smell of pasta and tomato wafted through the foyer as I walked through it and into the kitchen. James was standing over the stove, with a floral apron on, stirring the pasta in the pot.

"Um-, hi James."

The boy immediately turned around. His face blushed red as he looked at me, down to his apron, then back up at me.

"I-, I'm cooking dinner."

I lifted myself onto the kitchen island, carefully watching him as he stirred the pasta. His muscles moved beneath his jumper as he cooked.

Merlin, that's hot.

"Anything I can help with?"

James smiled at me, "Can you slice those tomatoes? I'm making roasted cherry tomato pasta with basil."

"Sure," I laughed, "Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Mum taught me. There was nothing to do around the house, so she taught me how to do things, like life skills."

"So what life skills do you have?" I teased.

James nudged me with his arm, "Well, I know French, I can cook," He paused for a second to think, "I can sew. But my mum also taught me stuff like how to respect people-, especially women."

"Your mum is still the nicest person I've ever met."

"Yeah, mum likes you."

I grinned, "You talk to your mum about me?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"