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

88. Fellate

"Hey, Remus, can we fellate?"

"What?"

"Consummate our love. Engage in coitus. Shag. Do the deed. Steal each other virginities yet again under the covers or in a broom cupboard. Courtship. Procreation. Copulating."

"I'm taking away your thesaurus."