Alright Everyone, Here is the first part of a four part story about Remus and Sirius and various awkward moments they have shared. This is one of three Holiday based projects I will be doing! Stay tuned for the next insert! ~Mssr TaC

There is something about the first snow. The way the sunlight glitters off the world and makes the whole thing look like a holiday card. One of those with the really romantic poetry inside that you would only give to someone you were married to. It's so beautiful and strange, like someone switched that place you lived in the day before, all dead and rotting, with something sparkling and beautiful.

Remus watched his breath freeze in great clouds in front of his mouth and very pink nose. He had no idea how long he had been standing there for, but it was more than likely a long time. Snow had shifted from the brilliant night sky and caught in his hair and on his cloak. He wasn't normally wasn't the type to come stand in the first real snow of the year, but this year was an exception. He looked up at the great snowflakes falling endlessly and wondered what it would be like to be so beautiful and unique. To know exactly what his purpose in the world was. He lifted a hand and caught the design on his mitten, watching it melt.

"You know, you will catch your death out here."

Remus jumped as he heard a very familiar voice behind him. He turned to see Sirius Black smiling at him, wide and with teeth as white as the snow all around them.

"No I won't." Remus snapped quickly, embarrassed for being caught off his guard. Sirius snorted and walked out to stand beside Remus under the sky, his feet crunching deeply into the flawless white.

"The first snow is my favorite." Sirius said in a faraway voice that was rather unlike him.

"I know." Remus said softly, taking in the look of breathless peace that had settled over the other boy's sharp features.

"Why are you out here all alone?" Sirius asked, not looking over to see Remus' face.

"I was thinking." Remus said shortly.

"You are always thinking about something." Sirius snorted. "What were you thinking about?"

Remus didn't reply, his cheeks growing pinker than the cold had already made them. He looked at one of the magically lit lamps that was casting a glittering glow across the courtyard. Sirius looked at him out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow.

Several long moments passed before either of them spoke.

"Did you mean it?" Remus asked softly.

"Mean what?" Sirius asked, though he already knew.

"...the other day...did you mean what you said?" Remus was staring very hard at one of the snow-topped towers in the distance.

Sirius was very quiet for several long moments before he looked at Remus.

"I didn't lie." Sirius said slowly.

"But that isn't what I asked." Remus said stiffly. "Would you like to kiss me? Or would you just be okay with it?"

Sirius blinked. He hadn't thought Remus would want him to, let alone care if he felt anything of it.

"Well I mean...I wouldn't mind kissing you...I...I mean...I don't know if I would like it because I have never kissed a boy like that." Sirius said. He felt like this was a loaded question. He had definitely thought about kissing Remus. Since the beginning of Fourth year he had wondered what it would be like to catch the gangly teen at the waist and plant one on him. Now they were fifth years and Sirius still hadn't ventured on the thought that had ebbed into his mind more and more with each passing week.

"But you don't know if you would like it." Remus said softly. Sirius was silent afraid to say the wrong thing.

The snow sifted down like a silent blanket and both boys listened to the other's breath for a long time, taking in the wonder in front of them.

"I see." Remus said at last.

"Remus I-" Sirius started, his brow furrowing.

"Sorry I brought it up. We don't have to talk about it again." Remus said awkwardly and turned to walk away in a hurry.

"Remus-" Sirius turned to stop him, but his fingers caught snow flecked air and he let his arm slowly return to his side as he watched the retreating shape of his best mate. He was more than a little confused. What had Remus met by all of that?

Sirius closed his eyes, feeling cold flakes kiss his cheeks and melt slowly, leaving a slight dampness.

Had Remus wanted for Sirius to kiss him?