Fluff is love.
Marauders era, I own nothing but the plot, and there's not much of that to own in a one shot, please read and review, blah de blah.
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Lovelovelove, Amy.
A tall, gangly boy of sixteen, with a mop of mousey brown hair and a lopsided grin pasted over his face, walked back across the red common room towards his friends.
"Get in there, Remus," called the only one in the group who was taller than him. Sirius Black, with his dark hair and darker eyes, was handsome in a rugged sort of way. He could get any girl in the common room tonight, maybe even in the whole school, but he didn't. Not tonight. Tonight was his night off.
"I did it," Remus replied. "I can't believe I actually just freaking did that!" he said, bursting out in a sudden rush of laughter.
Sirius rolled his eyes, and James Potter pulled his crossed arms even closer to him. Half of his lip was turned up into a look of distaste, and he said. "I can't believe you just freaking did that either." His eyes widened, and he sat up straighter in his chair. The teenaged boys knew what was coming next; James' rants were infamous. "Do you know what you just did?"
Hoping that it wasn't a rhetorical question, Remus replied, "I just asked out a cute girl and we're going on a real, proper date." He knew that the smug look on his face would only infuriate James, but he wore it anyway. Remus could be one for wearing his heart on his sleeve. Or his face.
"You just asked out Lily Evans." James had a crazy voice at the best of times, but now he sounded deranged. "You're going to spend next Saturday in Hogsmeade, with the love of my life, holding hands and... Kissing..." He made a face at the thought.
Sirius rolled his eyes again. Yes, his best friend was exaggerating, but then again, this was his best friend in the whole universe, and he had to stop this train wreck sooner than later. He had seen what had happened if you let it go on and on.
"James, James. James! JAMESIEPOO, LISTEN TO ME!" The use of the juvenile nickname snapped the boy out of his self absorbed mope, and made him look up at Sirius.
"Never call me that," he muttered.
"I'll... Try to remember that, but I can't promise anything," Sirius smirked. "Just listen, ok? Would you rather the 'love of your life'" - he said the words dubiously - "to go out with Remus, or Peter?"
Thinking it over, James paused for a second, and then said, "Good point.
Remus smirked to himself, and Peter looked horrified. "You do know that I could take offense to that?"
"You could, Petey, but we know that you won't," Sirius smirked.
Peter mumbled something incoherent, and then fell silent again.
"Ok, but Remus?" James said. "Look after her, yeah? Because the girl you're taking out next week is the girl that I'm going to marry."
Remus grinned, and Sirius rolled his eyes at the monogamy of it all. After reviewing these reactions, Peter just squeaked.
"I sure will, man," the werewolf reassured him. "I surely will.