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

121. Chocolate

He always, had an aroma of chocolate surrounding him wherever he danced. He was chocolate. He was dark and wild and untameable and malicious.

Remus glanced at the little brown flakes left on the crunched foil wrappings. He inhaled them deeply, it was bittersweet. It hurt him to think of Sirius, the eccentric, rebellious and wonderful man he had loved but, as the matters of the heart tend to act, he couldn't resist to remember him.

Sirius had always loved chocolate, Remus remembered the first time Sirius tried a nibble of it. Much like most of his actions that decided his character, this decision was based upon the insistent anger towards his hostile parents. His cut-throat mother had never let him have sweets of any sort, whether they have Muggle origins or Wizard. Chocolate was high on the blacklist, Mrs Black declared sugar to be a sign of weakness. Its complex molecules that made up the stuff were desirable, to let one have sugar was to stop the ever present resistence against unhealthy desire and filth. The things slutty half-bloods and Muggles were made of.

It was in their first year, it was a blistery November Sunday. Sirius, himself and James had squeezed along with the elder students to take a trip to Hogsmeade. With a wolfish grin spread across his face like butter onto fresh toast, he led his friends into Honeydukes. It was bright and warm and smelt how a grandmother's kitchen would in a German fairytale. Heating charms protected the sweets waiting on the shelves and every costumer, it soon melted the little pieces of snow that had collected at their shoulders and hair.

If smiles were in direct ratio to sexual arousal, Sirius would be having a dozen orgasms simultaneously the moment he purchased the glittering chocolate.

Remus had never liked chocolate that much until he fell for Sirius, he still hated it. But studies conducted on the mind show that it is within human nature to love the things that are worst for us for that rush of instant pleasure, and quite often disregarding the consequences. Alas, it reminded Remus of the happiest and fondest memories he contained. If only they weren't brutally raped by the betrayal of Sirius that led to the deaths of three of the people he loved dearly.

Solemnly, Remus tipped back his head and let the little crumbs drain onto his tongue.

They melted slowly, leaving his throat sticky and dry.