It wasn't one of your proudest moments, but it was witnessed, and it wasn't something that you could deny now. Remus and James weren't meant to come over today, but they couldn't spend a day without Sirius, so it shouldn't have been surprising when they arrived to see him.

You hadn't thought about them visiting unannounced, and if you had, then you certainly wouldn't have been in your garden, attacking your fiancé with the hose. Sirius wasn't impressed with it, running around the garden, attempting to seek freedom from the cold water, but you were catching him pretty often with the stream of water.

"What are you doing?" James asked as he and Remus entered your garden, having not found either of you in the house.

"Bathing him," you stated as though it was a normal concept.

Both men looked confused as you continued to try and soak the dark-haired man whom was putting up too much of a fight.

"They have these nifty new things Y/N, they're called showers and they are inside of the house," Remus commented.

"I know, but Sirius has fleas and I don't want them in my house. He's making a fuss, so the longer he puts up a fight, the longer it is going to take for him to get clean," you frowned.

They laughed at the thought of their friend having fleas. Sirius was an animagi, and his animagus was a dog. You assumed whilst he was out running around as a canine, he had managed to get fleas and they didn't care if he was a dog or a human, sticking around in his dark hair.

"Just let me shower," Sirius called out.

"I don't want you traipsing fleas through my house!"

James had a sly look on his face as he made his way over you, taking the hose out of your hand, taking great joy in soaking his friend.

"Hey, I need to get some enjoyment in knowing I'm going to marry a dog," you huffed, stealing the hose back.

The two men continued to watch until Sirius slowed down, making his way towards you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, knowing that he wasn't up to anything good.

"Nothing," he grinned.

He sped up suddenly, grabbing the hose from you. Holding onto it, he wrapped his arms around you so that you couldn't escape and held the hose in front of you, soaking you as much as you had done to him.

"This is revenge," he chuckled.

"I hate you," you screeched, trying to fight his embrace.

"No, you don't."

You let out a sigh, accepting your fate. "I guess I don't."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.