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

52. Your Arse

"Were you just checking out Marlene's arse?" Asked Sirius inquisitively.

"Sirius, we're in the library, don't talk so loudly." Whispered Remus, embarrassed at the fact that half a dozen students that had turned around to see what the fuss was about.

"Were you just checking out Marlene's arse?" Repeated Sirius.

Remus shook his head.

"You were checking out Marlene's arse." Sirius's eyes bulged.

"I wasn't. I was off in a day dream." Remus blushed.

"Why do you fancy Marlene?"

"I don't. Why would you care anyway?" Snapped Remus.

"I don't."

"Good."

"Good." Sirius paused. "Whose arse were you checking out?"

Remus groaned. "Yours, now go away."

Many thanks to Sapphire Leo for suggesting this!

I feel like I should confirm that Sirius's arse is that of checkoutable quality. But Remus has already done that.