Alice hated, detested, the mark you bared.

You were a Death Eater now, something you swore to her and yourself up and down you would never become. In all fairness, you was only a Death Eater to get insider information to Dumbledore and The Order of The Phoenix and to protect Regulus.

You loved his little cousin. Sirius wanted to make sure Reggie’s Mark was more decorative, that he stayed close to Mother. Fucking Walburga- what a bitch.

Currently, you was sitting in the apartment Sirius and Remus shared- the base for The Order of The Phoenix, sitting in an armchair by the crackling fire in the living room, while Sirius made bourbon-spiked Hot Chocolate with peppermint stir-sticks. He was living out his childhood now, and nobody could bring themselves to say no to him. The November cold was harsh, he enjoyed the warmth.

There was James and Lily- the Newlyweds, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas, Peter, Remus, Sirius, Molly and Arthur and their son, Bill, and Dumbledore himself. These were his true people. Your people were here, his friends. As you were technically a Death Eater, there wasn’t always a lot of time to spare.

But, as it was getting close to Christmas and the Dark Lord was secretly fond of the Holliday, work had been slowing down.

Alice swept you into her arms, nuzzling into your neck and rubbing her cold-ass nose against your skin. You giggled and pushed her head away gently, kissing her sweetly. You always had your best days when you was coming home to the redhead. You was glad she was here, with you, but you knew you would have to leave before she woke, again.

But you put on a smile, and touched the necklace you had gifted the brown-eyed witch. It was a silver piece, something you had nicked from your mother's jewelry box. It was a dainty silver chain with a singular black pearl; it had been given to his mother as a wedding gift. You two weren't married or engaged- a ring that could be traced back to you might lead to one, if not both, of your deaths.

You smiled and accepted your mug of spiked hot chocolate, smiling softly as your flaming-haired beauty pressed her cold nose into the warm space between the breasts she loved oh-so-much. She took each one in her hand and pressed a kiss to each, before pulling down the v-neck of the red Henley top you were wearing so she could warm her nose.

“Stop it.” You said in a low warning growl, her cold nose not being particularly pleasant. She grinned that wide grin that you was accustomed to, pressing her nose even firmer against your collarbone, pressing cold kisses to the skin she could reach.

“No.” She said, her voice teasing and flirtatious. “I won’t.”

You rolled your eyes; though you couldn’t keep the smile from your lips- she was absolutely adorable. “You’re so annoying.” You huffed, shaking your head and sipping your drink. The ginger smiled and sat herself on your lap, straddling your legs and pressing her nose firmly into the valley of your breasts, hands coming to cup your cleavage out of spite. You were sure she would have rid you of your shirt by now if it wasn't for the negative-forty weather and incessant snow they were all trying to recover from, coupled with the fact that their once-Headmaster who was not only gay but quietly homophobic and in the armchair across from them..