sirius black x reader oneshots

Twenty-One

(A/N: Some Snape hate, I guess. It's kinda to make fun of him. Read at your own risk, Snape Lovers.
Don't get me wrong, I love Snape in the LAST ONE, but he's a total twat to Harry.)

     "What the hell!" You screeched, feeling your hair receding into your scalp. That's right. Receding. Your hair was actually growing in reverse.
     The rest of your house gripped their heads and screamed as their own hair shrank back into their heads.
You looked over at the marble staircase to see Sirius running towards you, his gorgeous hair shortening.
But... he was grinning.
"What the f–"
"We did it!" He giggled.
Giggled.
"What? Why?" You grasped at your hairline.
"Everyone showered at least once this week, or the hair wouldn't be gone. We put the potion in the pipes, it's only temporary. We showered, too though. We couldn't make ourselves targets. Trust me, I wouldn't of done it if it were permanent, and I wouldn't of let you shower."
You cringed. Not showering for a week? Yuck.
"So... is there a point?" You asked impatiently.
Sirius grinned with pride.
"Yup! Snivellous."
You shook your head.
"I don't know why you tease him. He can be a right foul git, but you don't need to make the whole school lose their hair to prove it."
The Great Hall was in chaos. Your head felt cold, bare, and exposed. You tried not to look at Sirius, who was unfortunately bald. You shivered.
"That's the point, though. Don't you see it? Look, there he is!"
Severus walked down the steps to the Great Hall and paused to stare in confusion at the pandemonium. The hall went silent.
Sirius caught James' eye from across the hall. His lips twitched.

Snape had all of his greasy hair on head. You gagged. He must not have showered all week.
"Did he not shower–"
"At all this week? Ding Ding Ding!" Sirius smirked.
"That's... really mean, but sort of brilliant," you confessed.
"Of course it is. That's what we do, though. Cause mayhem."
"And mischief," you laughed.
"Yeah... that too." Sirius looked down at you, stormy eyes gleaming.
"Well... what do you have to say about this?" You tilted your head, and odd tugging sensation telling you your hair was growing back. The Great Hall began to settle. It took Sirius a full minute to ponder your question; so long, in fact, that his hair was fully grown back when he answered.
"Mischief Managed."

I had no idea that Marauders Map reference was going to be in there till the end, and I'm very proud of myself. Actually... I should have the reader help make the marauders map, and another oneshot where you say "I solemnly swear" etc etc
Comment here if that's a good idea, and don't forget to vote ;)
TWO READS AWAY FROM 5K UGH SO FRUSTRATING LOL