"Who's that for?" Sirius asked, watching as James attempted to tie some mistletoe over the portrait.
"Lily, of course," James said. "Who else?"
"Why did I even bother to ask..."
"Do me a favor and test it out, will you?"
"Sorry mate I'm more into blondes. The dirty type, if you know what I mean."
James rolled his eyes. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to wait for Lily to come by. While you and Bethany snog, just remember the next time you need me, you're not my type."
Sirius chuckled, setting down his half eaten chocolate frog. "Not the dirty blonde I was talking about..."
Remus sauntered down the staircase into the room, automatically rolling his eyes at James. "What about blondes?"
"Sirius' type," James grumbled.
"I've always been fond of the darker haired ones."
James stuck his tongue out at Sirius, "See, I'm somebody's type."
Sirius pursed his lips, "Just not Lily's."
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50 Ways to Flirt with a Werewolf
FanfictionA series of one shots about how Sirius attempts to show his feelings for Remus. HR: #1 in Wolfstar - 7/8/19
