Disclaimer: I don't own HP. JKR does. So there.
Author's Note: This is a "Drabble". The concept of a "drabble" is to pack as much as you can into 100 words. So, therefore, this is supposed to be short. Also, this drabble is of an adult nature, and it is Slash. The James/Remus pairing to be exact.
The red scarf was ripping. Remus noticed it.
"James, It's ripping a bit." He breathed huskily, though his voice was muffled from being face down in the pillow. James laughed as a drop of sweat from his brow slid down the werewolf's back.
"That's what you said the first time, Moony." James said, finding a rhythm to his thrusting. Remus moaned, not being able to help himself. His hips bucked, his own hardness brushing against the soft bedclothes.
"Not that Prongs, your scarf!" He managed to groan before he dirtied the linens with his seed, calling out the boy's name.