Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Sirius Black- Wet Dog (c)

It was an early morning, and you were curled up on one of the sofas in the common room waiting for everyone to arrive home. When the door opened, you jumped to your wobbly feet. You had tried to nap, but you were concern about your friends and boyfriend, and didn't get to sleep a wink. Instead you stayed awake and did your best to try and work on some of your homework, however none of that was done either.

Heavy eyed you looked at the figures walking in through the door. James and Peter gave you a weak smile, but didn't stop walking, instead going straight to their dorm. However Sirius stopped. His dark hair was soaked, and he looked very tired.

"How's Remus?" You asked.

"It was a rough night. He's in the hospital wing. We were told to leave and that we could go back after he'd rested," Sirius explained.

"Are you okay?" You said in a near whisper.

"I've been better," he muttered.

Without saying a word you opened your arms to gesture for him to give you a hug. He walked around the sofa and leaned into your embrace, letting you wrap your arms around him. Sirius pulled his arms around you, tugging you towards the chair. Sitting down, he held you on his lap, resting his face in the crook of you neck.

You stroked his hair, leaning down to kiss the top of his head but the smell that swarmed you wasn't pleasant, it was rather gross to be fair.

Pulling away slightly, he looked up concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

You let out a soft laugh, "you smell like wet dog."

A grimace appeared across your face, looking down at your boyfriend.

He chuckled, resting a hand on your cheek, pulling you towards him, to press your lips together.

"I apologise. It was raining quite heavy outside," he grinned, shaking his head allowing water droplets to free from his hair.

You wiped your cheek of the rain drops that had been splashed onto you.

"You definitely need a shower. You stink Sirius," you stated scrunching up your nose at him.

He held onto you, pulling you close to him and refusing to let go.

"I don't smell that bad. Can we please just cuddle for a bit? I'm tired and I want to just stay here with you," he whispered returning his face to the crevice of your neck.

Letting out a sigh, you shuffled a bit to get comfier in his arms.

"Fine, but if my nose happens to fall off, I am blaming you for it."

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Written by Charlotte.