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

46. Flirt

"Hey," Winked Sirius.

"WHAT THE FUCK SIRIUS!" Exclaimed James, his eyes wide in alarm.

"Crap, sorry." Winced Sirius.

"What was that?"

"You tell me baby." Said Sirius smoothly, then shock rippled over his face. What was he doing?

"YOU. HAVE. A. BOYFRIEND." Gritted James through his teeth, clearly scarred for life. "I. AM. NOT. HIM."

"Sorry, hone- CRAP! I think being away from Remus is messing up with my need for decent flirting and sex." Assumed Sirius, lost for words.

"I'm staying right away from you until Remus gets back." Said James gravely.