Tumblr Harry Potter Imagines

(Sirius!XReader)

Tumblr username: Silentwater4

Link to the original imagine: http://silentwaters4.tumblr.com/post/146074444582/15-sirius-black

title: "I'm not drunk, but I see eight of you."

word count:  651

"I'm not drunk, but I see eight of you," you slurred happily.

"Are all eight of me saying you're drunk, love?" Sirius asked you amused.

You scrunched your face slightly. "Nyes."

The Gryffindor chuckled as he brought your arm over his neck. His other hand held your waist as he helped you stand. It was the end of another one of the Marauder's parties. Normally, you were pretty well behaved when it came to drinking alcohol. This changed slightly when you overheard a couple Ravenclaws calling you a stick in the mud. If they called you that, you thought, maybe there was something to it.

So, nine beers and a fifth later, you were leaning into Sirius Black. Usually, he would be drunk too. Unfortunately for him, he drew the short straw of being the 'party mum'. That meant he had to clean up and take care of everyone. You were the last one. Thankfully, you were a Gryffindor as well. You giggled slightly, burped, and poked his nose.

"Your nose...s'tiny," you murmured, "Cu-*hiccip*-te too."

He chuckled. "How much did you have to drink, Y/N?"

You blinked your eyes. "Me? Nuffin. Why would the, the lame-o pants drink-kuh?"

Sirius stopped the two of you in the middle of the staircase. His expression morphed into one of concern, not that you really noticed. You were too busy counting Sirius look-a-likes. You tried to poke one in the chest, aiming at the wall instead. Your heavy weight leaned forward before your knees began to buckle. You laughed as the animagus caught you.

"Whoops! You moved!"

"Y/N," he said calmly, "You know you're not lame, right?"

You furrowed your brows. "Hmm." You burst into laughter. "Yeah right!"

Sighing, Sirius continued to pull you up the stairs. Instead of leading you to your shared bedroom, he thought it better to bring your boisterous self to his own room. He didn't share with anyone, so you could be as bubbly as you wanted. That's exactly what you did.

When you were close enough, you drunkenly rolled onto Sirius's bed. He looked away as you scrambled through several compromising positions. He only turned back when he no longer heard rustling. Your legs had ended up against the wall while your head pointed to the foot of his bed. Your arms were stretched to the side. Sirius shook his head with a chuckle.

"I see you're comfortable."

"Quite," you responded with a cheeky grin.

Sirius clenched his jaw, your words still weighing on his mind. He was just about to lay on the ground when your hand caught his wrist. His eyes shot toward yours. You suddenly looked afraid and childish. Your bottom lip jutted out slightly.

"What is it?" he cooed.

"I want you to be my pillow...please."

Sirius smirked to himself. After a moment of consideration, he crawled into the bed next to you. He grabbed a nearby loose blanket and covered the two of you.

You groaned as the sun hit your face. Your head was pounding from last nights horrible idea. You curled forward, hitting a chest. Squinting, you saw Sirius holding you to his chest. His eyes were closed as he still slept. A blush spread into your cheeks. Despite this, the light was still hurting your brain. So, you tucked your head into his chest.

"You're not boring," he suddenly whispered.

You quirked a brow. "Huh?"

"Last night, you said a 'lame-o' wouldn't drink...and that you weren't drunk."

You lowered your eyes even further. "Oh."

He kissed your forehead. "You don't have to drink to be fun," he paused, "I like you for yourself."

You shot your head up, giving yourself whiplash. Squinting in pain, you still managed to give out a noise of shock. Sirius chuckled a bit.

"I'm surprised you didn't know already," he teased, "But then again, you thought you saw eight of me."

You groaned while retreating back into his embrace. Sirius just chuckled to himself in amusement.