Sirius had always been told he was rather doglike- his patronus and animagus didn’t really help that rumour.

…and his puppy love-stricken heart didn’t convince the other marauders less.

He trailed you like a lost dog- James was almost certain he’d roll over and bark if you asked him to. Honestly, he’d pay a couple galleons to see that.

Sirius didn’t know why he liked you so much- didn’t know what made you so different from the other guys or girls at Hogwarts. But you were, and he adored it.

That usual ‘bad boy’ persona completely discarded for the mere idea that you could kiss him and treat him gently practically had the Black rolling on his back.

“I’ll take those!” Sirius said quickly, swiping your books from your hands as he grinned that Sirius grin. He even had a pointy tooth like a dog. Cute.

“What class do you have?” He asked, desperate to make any conversation despite the fact he already knew your timetable like the back of his paw. Honestly, Sirius was smitten— and he couldn’t tell if it was refreshing or embarrassing.