Marauders Oneshots

SIRIUS BLACK ~ Sick

"Don't be such a baby- I was literally gone for thirty seconds."

SICK

You sat by at the Gryffindor table eating lunch, waiting for Sirius, your boyfriend, to come and sit with you. You didn't know where he could possibly be- you hadn't seen him at all today... not even during breakfast. Plus, he would never miss breakfast on a Wednesday... it was extra pancakes day!

You were getting impatient and slightly worried so went to look for him. On your way, you bumped into the other Marauders. You weren't necessarily close with them, but you were good friends.

"Hey, guys!" you smiled at them.

"Hi, Daniella!" they grinned at you.

"Where's Sirius?" you asked them.

They looked at each other before turning to you. 

"Well, you see, he's sick," James said.

"What?" you asked, "Why didn't you tell me!"

Your boyfriend was up there. All alone.

"Oops," Remus muttered sheepishly.

You sighed before speaking again, "Okay then. Well, you've been visiting him, right? You know, giving him medicine, food, drinks... all of that?"

You got your answer when they took a sudden interest in the floor and decided they'd all suddenly lost their voices.

"Boys," you muttered under your breath before walking past them and swatting James and Remus' head along the way.

You quickly grabbed a flask of soup, some hot chocolate, cauldron cakes, a bottle of water, flavoured cough drops which he loved and a potion of medicine- it was a miracle you carried them up to his dorm room without dropping or spilling anything.

You strategically knocked on the door with your hands full, "Sirius, love, it's me."

You heard a muffled response from the other side, "Daniella, you can't come in here! You'll catch a cold too!"

"Sirius Black, I swear on all things holy, if you don't let me take care of you, I will hurt you!" you snap.

"But-"

"Black!"

"Fine."

You open the door wondering where Sirius was until you saw a lump on his bed. He was lightly snoring already even though you had spoken to him less than ten seconds ago. He was holding a pillow tight in his arms and wore an oversize hoodie with the hood up. His hair was slightly messy and strewn across his forehead. In short, he looked like a cute baby.

You set his food and medicine on the nightstand next to his bed and sat on the chair beside it. You brushed his hair gently out of his forehead and smiled.

On the other side of the bed, you saw a magazine you had lent him ages ago. He wanted it to look at the style of muggle models- it was your favourite magazine. You took the magazine and opened it but your jaw dropped when you saw what he had done to it.

Over each and every model, he had written a message. On the male ones, he wrote stuff like, 'I'm better looking than you', 'what does my girlfriend see in you?' or even 'I bet I'm better in bed than you are-' and then you got the general idea. He was such a big baby

On each female model, however, you just fell in love with him more. 'My girlfriend is way prettier than you', 'if you think you're a model, wait until you see Daniella', 'oooh, Daniella would look good in that'. You loved him. A lot. (you're all beautiful btw :) )