Bitter Potatoes
Implied, one-sided James/Sirius
"See that girl?" James asked his friends, pointing with his fork at a small girl with orange hair.
"Yeah, what about her?" Sirius shot back, glancing at the red head.
"I'm going to marry her, someday." He said, smiling dreamily into his potatoes.
Sirius glared at the girl, then at his own potatoes.
"Lucky girl." He muttered bitterly.
A/N: Don't own Harry Potter