Jealously Wears A Green Mask | Jily

4: We Were Doing Rounds

Sirius blinked and then turned his gaze away from Marlene, over towards the neatly made bed that clearly belonged to Remus.

"But Remus is your date," he said in the gruff mumbling tone of a child who had been denied the last slice of pie.

Marlene rolled her eyes, "And why do you supposed I tricked Remus into taking me?" she asked with a slow smile on her face.

"His charm, good taste in chocolate and adorable humility?" offered Sirius.

"All good qualities," Marlene agreed, "but really, it was just because the guy I wanted to go with was already going with someone else."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you were using Remus to make some poor bloke jealous?" He seemed to straighten up, very determined to make it seem as if he hadn't fallen prey to that exact trick.

Marlene shrugged, "It worked, didn't it?" and with a smirk at the confused look on Sirius's face she leaned over so that their faces were mere breaths apart. "Didn't it?" she repeated in a softer voice, and Sirius could only nod as she went the extra millimeter to kiss him.

Sirius and Marlene might have stayed that way forever; happy despite the forgotten books and quills beneath them. They would have given up food and drink, and easily ignored the passing seasons ... but there are some things that you just can't ignore.

"What was that?" Marlene pulled back with a jolt. Sirius briefly considered lying and saying that there had been no loud shout of "IDIOT!" from the common room, but he could hear footsteps hammering up the stairs. There was no point trying to distract her.

The dormitory door slammed open and an irate Remus marched in, a glum James in his wake. Peter brought up the rear and he paused before closing the door, noting the closeness of Sirius and Marlene's faces, a slow smile taking over his previously disgusted face.

"Wotcher Peter," Marlene smirked, causing Sirius to envy her blase tone and blush a little.

Remus ignored Sirius's blush, an action which truly demonstrated the seriousness of the moment. No marauder ever passed up the opportunity to heckle another for blushing. It was simply not done. This free pass, above all else, drew Sirius's attention.

"Bloody hell," he groaned, "what did Prongsie do now?"

James sighed and flopped down onto his bed, shaking loose a few socks from its end, "I royally bollocksed things up, that's what."

"How?" sighed Marlene, not bothering to look at James as she carefully stacked up all the books and parchments that were strewn on Sirius's bed. She looked around for an empty surface to place them on, but found none. All nightstands and dressers were coated with wrappers, quidditch gear, old magazines and (oddly) a large amount of glitter. Instead she levitated the stack of books over to the only square foot of clean floor ... she'd have to move them again when she wanted to leave through that doorway, but for now they were fine.

"We were doing rounds," James groaned, tugging at his tie and kicking his shoes off in the general direction of what appeared to be a pile of dirty robes at the end of his bed.

"Sounds pretty routine, harmless," Sirius nodded encouragingly.

Remus shook his head, "Don't bother Padfoot, even you won't be able to spin this one."