A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

38. HER NOT HIM

"You weren't staring at Lily in Potions, were you?" Asked James suspiciously.

"Of course not." Scoffed Sirius. " I was eyeing off –er- MacDonald."

"Good, for a second I thought that you were going to steal My Future Wife from me." Sighed James.

"Geez, you really are jealous." Sirius's eyes widened in mild surprise.

"SHE IS MY FUTURE WIFE." James said bluntly.

"I'd be okay if you dated my ex, if I had any, I'd be completely fine with you dating him." Sirius smiled for a second, in triumph that he was a good person. Then his smile faltered. "Fuck. I mean to say her. Fuck, fuck fuckitty fuck."

Sirius had told a lie, his stomach flipped at the mere thought of someone else being with Remus, let alone one of his friends.

James howled with laugher.

A week later James walked in on Sirius and Remus snogging in the dorm and it all suddenly made sense.

No one knew why James didn't see it sooner.