Harry Potter One Shots

21 - Marauders

3rd Person POV

"Please, please, please," Sirius begged for what seemed like the millionth time. All afternoon he'd been asking his friends to let him dress them tomorrow as they were allowed to wear anything they liked to class that day. "Just this once, pleaseeeee.

"Fine," Remus said, caving.

"Thank you darling," the long haired boy replied, placing a kiss on his boyfriends forehead. "So, will you two let me?"

"If it will get you to shut the bloody hell up," James said with a laugh, causing Sirius to throw a pillow at him.

They then all looked expectantly at Peter who reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but I don't want to look like a girl."

"I would never do such a thing." Sirius said, feigning hurt as he placed a hand over his heart.

The next morning, they had all been woken up early by Sirius who had awoken half an hour earlier to prepare everything.

"What the fuck is going on?" James asked.

"Sirius," Remus said. "I love you and all, by why on earth did you wake us up so fucking early? And what the hell is all this?"

"You didn't just expect just throw on some clothes and be done with it did you? Beauty takes time Rem."

"Whatever," he says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Just get on with it."

At these words, a large grin appeared on the boy's face, causing the other three to smilers well. "Right then, who wants to go first?"

After many outfit changes, they all seemed content with their clothes for the day.

James was wearing a long flowing red skirt and a white perfectly fitting tee. Peter on the other hand was sporting green bell bottoms and a black button down while Remus put on jean bell bottoms and a floral button down.

"So, now that we are all settled, what are you wearing?" Peter asks.

"One moment please." Sirius closes the curtains around his bed and changes his outfit. Once completed he opens the curtain, revealing him wearing a black skirt that went halfway down his thighs and fit him perfectly, a cropped white button down, which showcased his abs, and his infamous leather jacket. On top of this he had black winged eyeliner, black nail polish, and his hair was down.

"Sirius, did you shave your legs?" Peter questioned laughing, only to get a glare from the other three boys.

"What's wrong with that?"

"N-nothing, absolutely nothing."

"Good," James says, then turns to the boy. "Fucking hell mate, you look, you look-"

"Hot as fuck," Remus finishes for him.

"We all do," Sirius said, proud of his work. "Now don't forget the final touch." The four boys then all put on a pair of black combat boots and started their way for breakfast.