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

72. Corruption

"James is manipulating you." Said Sirius to Lily as he suddenly appeared behind her in front of a dusty bookshelf in the Hogwarts library.

"What do you mean?" Lily tried to think about the past three months her and James had officially been an item and how and when James may have taken advantage of her. She had nothing. "And would you stop jumping out behind me from nowhere.

"Well, I think the correct term is corrupting." Sirius had his arms crossed casually.

"I beg to differ, Padfoot." Said Lily.

"See? You just did it again, that's James' nickname for me."

"Remus and Peter all him that too…"

"PRIMARILY IT WAS JAMES' NICKNAME FOR ME."

"Aha."

"And you just ran you fingers through your hair!"

"What's that got to do with anything?" Asked Lily. "My hair was in my eyes, I brushed it out of the way."

"No you di-idn't-"

"Sirius, that was the most sassiest thing I've ever seen you do. Apart from the drag get up."

"- Lily, you totally ran your fingers through your hair! Only James does that!"

"I'm not being corrupted-"

"NA-UH. You are. You're becoming a Potter."