Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Sirius Black- Noise (c)

You awoke with a start. Rarely did you wake up in the middle of the night, especially when you knew your husband would be in the bed beside you; for once he was out of the house though. Sirius had gone to the stag night of your friend James and wasn't expected to be home at any reasonable time, so you didn't see the point in waiting up. Lily's hen night was the next day, so you would likely be leaving Sirius to do the same then.

With him not there, you had been slightly more anxious in bed, so when a loud noise in your room, you awoke, scared of an intruder. Quickly you flicked on your bedside light, grabbing your wand to use as protection against whomever was there. Luckily it wasn't an intruder, instead it was your rather intoxicated husband who was trying to be sneaky and make his way to bed.

"Sirius?" You asked, lowering your wand.

He raised a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet.

"Shush, Y/N is asleep."

You rolled your eyes, realising it wasn't the best idea to let him go out with his friends as he had returned with more alcohol in his system than any human should rightly have.

"How much did you drink?" You questioned.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing the answer, having likely ignored the amount he was drinking, instead just doing it. He tried to get undressed but didn't get much further than undoing his trousers and getting them caught on his shoes as he attempted to push them off. Instead of removing them, they got the better of him, knocking him over onto the bed. With the majority of his body on the bed, it seemed like a good enough option for him as he closed his eyes.

You brushed his disheveled black hair from his face, unable to hide the smile that came onto your lips. Even if he was a disaster, you loved him dearly.

"Aw, you're so cute Sirius," you smiled softly. "Even if sometimes you make me question whether your idiocy is worth it."

Sirius had already fallen into slumber, snoring loudly, ready for the pain that would hit him in the morning. You pressed your lips to his head, telling him that you loved him, not caring that he wouldn't know that you did. Switching off the light, you let yourself sink back into your pillows and try to get to sleep with the loud noise coming from your husband.

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