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

74. Sort Of Married

"What's this?" Asked Remus.

"This" Began Sirius, raising his hand, which held a single gold ring bound by an extremely long gold chain. "is my way of asking you to marry me."

"We can't get married. We're gay and I'm a werewolf."

"I know that." Smiled Sirius. "This is why I got these rings, because even if we can't get married now" Remus smiled, his Sirius, the optimist. "we can at least act like one, and be one, apart from if being on paper."

"You never listened to things on paper anyway." Remus quickly met his lips with Sirius's. He would have stayed there longer, but he wanted to talk.

"But you did." Sirius said. "So that's why I've got this." Sirius pulled his arm from around back, he was holding a piece of parchment.

He passed the parchment to Moony.

"Dearest Moony, I love you, be mine, and by the way, would you be a dear and be mine forever? Love, Sirius." Remus laughed.

"Of course, I'm always a dear."

Sirius kissed Remus this time, and placed the band around Remus's neck.

"There." Sirius said.