Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines III

Sirius Black- Chores (c)

You tried to share chores between you and your boyfriend, but it always ended with him not doing any of the chores he was meant to and you doing it in the end. It was starting to wear thin for you, so you decided to tell him that if when you came home, he hadn't done the chores he was expected to, you were giving up on your share as well as never cooking him dinner again. Seen as Sirius couldn't cook if his life depended on it, your threat was the kick up the arse that he so desperately needed.

To give him a chance to do his work, you headed out of the house for a couple of hours and when you came home, you were somewhat pleasantly surprised. You weren't sure how much of the cleaning he had done but the pile of rubbish he had been refusing to move for the last to weeks was no longer blocking the entrance to the house, so at least that was a start. You made your way through the house seeing that the house was in a much better state, even if it wasn't perfect.

In the kitchen, you located Sirius, still working hard, well at least as hard as Sirius knew how to work. He was sweeping the kitchen floor, but not as any normal person would, instead he was dancing with the broom, partially cleaning the floor but mainly enjoying his time. You tried not to laugh as you didn't want him to hear you, not until you were stood directly behind him and able to tap him on the shoulder.

Sirius jumped, not realising that you were home, spinning around to face you whilst still clutching hold of his broom.

"May I have this dance?" You chuckled.

He shot a look at you. "Very funny. I was slaving away, like you wanted me to."

"You're not slaving away. You're doing your fair share, which is way less than you should do seen as you cause the majority of the mess in this house," you stated. "I'm not your mother, I'm not going to clean up after you."

"Actually, we had a house elf, I don't remember my mother ever doing anything for herself other than shout and frown."

You thought for a moment before nodding, knowing that was quite accurate for his mother.

"Well I'm not a house elf, I'm a witch, and I will hex you to next Tuesday if you don't do your share of chores."

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Written by Charlotte.