For James' birthday you had all had a party, although you had had a good day, you were completely knackered now. Not really wanting to trail home, you were happy to just stay in Sirius' flat. He had offered to let you stay as it was just easier to be there rather than having to go home, especially seen as you were prepared to fall asleep at the party.

You'd been to Sirius' place before, you and his sofa had become good friends, seen as he lived a lot closer to James and Lily than you did, and since Harry was born they no longer had a spare room, nor did you appreciate being awoken from the living room at three in the morning by crying- not that staying with Sirius that wasn't an issue.

Your bag was thrown onto the arm chair, and kicked your shoes behind the seat so that neither of you tripped over them.

"Can I borrow something to wear to sleep? I think I might stop breathing if I have to wear this dress," you questioned, still forcibly breathing in so that you could wear your hellish dress.

"Sure, I'll get you a shirt," he stated.

Following him into his bedroom, he rummaged through his wardrobe grabbing you one of his t-shirts and some shorts, handing them to you.

"Get changed, and you can hang your dress up. I'll hang it somewhere when you're done," he said, going to leave the room.

"Sirius," you called.

He snapped his head back into the room, holding onto the doorway so that he didn't fall over.

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Can you unzip me please?"

You walked over to him, turning your back on him so that he could undo the zip.

"Thanks."

Sirius left the room, closing his bedroom door. It probably took you longer than it should have to get dressed, seen as your tights put up a fight, and you needed a minute to get used to being free from the dress. As you were adjusting the shorts so that they weren't as overly short, Sirius knocked on the door. You called out to him to say it was fine for him to come in.

He grinned at you as you turned around to him.

"You look good in my clothes," he smirked.

"Thanks," you said narrowing your eyes at him.

It wasn't that it was the first time he complimented you. On multiple occasions he had flirted with you, but you had never acted upon anything as you knew it was just to bug you, but you knew when he complimented you, it was usually sincere.

"But I know where they'd look even better," he stated, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Let me guess on your floor?" You frowned crossing your arms over your chest.

"No."

"Then where?"

"On me."

Your jaw dropped as his ego overcame him. Grabbing one of the pillows from his bed, you threw it, hitting him in the face.

"You jerk."

"What?" He laughed throwing the pillow back. "They are my clothes, they're supposed to look better on me."

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Written by Charlotte.