"Don't you want to look elegant and sophisticated?" Sirius asked, prancing around the room with a silky red dress held up to himself. Remus chuckled.
"I'm sure I can manage in a nice suit."
"I don't know. I think the dress would be better," Sirius teased.
"It would look better on you," James told him with a grin as he plopped down on Remus' bed. Sirius looked in the mirror curiously.
"Bloody right." He jokingly blew Remus a kiss as the other man went to change in the closet. "Bye, darling."
The minute Remus disappeared, Sirius started taking his clothing off. "Whoa!" James cried. "Ew!"
"Shut up and help me, yeah?" Sirius presented his back to James, and James begrudgingly zipped the dress up.
"You do look great."
"I know."
Remus came out of the closet in his suit, absentmindedly fidgeting with his tie. Sirius glided over to his side. "Darling, let me," he purred in a voice slightly higher than normal. Sirius tied Remus' tie, waiting eagerly for his response. Remus didn't even blink.
James snorted from his place on the bed. Remus shot him a small smile. "I look that bad?"
Sirius grabbed Remus around the waist and yanked his body against his own. "I think you look ravishing," he told Remus in a sultry voice. It was then that Remus finally noticed the dress. He laughed loudly, shoving Sirius backwards.
Sirius gasped, grabbing at his non-existent breasts in faux offense. "I can't believe you've done this!"
Remus fell next to James on the bed in laughter. "You do look great though."
Sirius grinned, flipping his hair. "I know."
"I can't believe you've done this," for Musical Chairs Competition II.