Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Sirius Black- Pomeranian (c)

You had known your boyfriend Sirius since you started at Hogwarts and also met your friend Remus there too. Even out of school now, the three of you spent a lot of time together, including that day when Remus had come over to have lunch with the two of you. Although you loved him like a brother, you did hate how your boyfriend acted around him. They had known each other for over a decade but Sirius still tried to impress Remus and prove something that none of you quite understood.

Once again, he was trying to seem as though he was cooler than he was, not that you or Remus believed any of it seen as you knew Sirius well enough to know it wasn't true. The two of you had been putting up with his talking for too long that when he continued to spew more crap, neither of you could put up with it anymore.

"I'm a lone wolf," Sirius stated.

You looked at Remus, causing the two of you to laugh at your boyfriend's statement.

"You can barely go to the bathroom alone without someone attached to your hip," Remus laughed.

"You're also not a wolf, maybe a Pomeranian," you added.

The two of you continued to laugh whilst Sirius looked between you, offended by your responses to his statement. You weren't sure if Sirius even believed his statement, but you knew he wasn't independent in any form, constantly dependent on you or Remus or James and rarely handled being left home alone for an hour without needing to have someone there to keep him busy and keep him company.

"That's not nice," Sirius frowned. "I'm not a Pomeranian."

You shrugged your shoulders. "You have the personality of a Pomeranian; you might not look like one as padfoot but definitely in your human form you're like an angry pompom."

"That's an apt description," Remus chuckled. "Not threatening at all, but thinks he looks like a mass murderer."

Sirius turned up his nose, crossing his arms across his chest, unimpressed by his girlfriend and friend taking such great joy at his expense even if it was something he did against both of you as often as he could.

"You're both arseholes," he stated.

"We know," the two of you responded.

You leant in to press a kiss to his cheek. He tried to flinch away but reluctantly accepted it.

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Written by Charlotte.