Narcissa/Sirius for foxfaceisaqueen
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"You can't go out in public like that!" Narcissa practically shrieked when she saw what Sirius was wearing. "No Black will ever be able to show his face in England again!"
Sirius scowled sullenly. "What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong with it? What isn't wrong with it?" Narcissa pointe first to the wide bottoms of his trousers, then to his garishly printed shirt open at the top, then gestured wildly at his entire body. "You look like a Muggle! A blind Muggle! With bad taste!"
"I like it," Sirius told her, and tried to push past her, towards the door. She grabbed his arm and held him back firmly, and though he struggled, she was taller, stronger, and clearly cared more about what he was wearing than he cared about getting out of the house.
"Oh, no, you don't," she told him, and all but carried him back up the stairs. "You're going to dress like a proper gentleman if I have to tie you up and dress you myself."
"Kinky," he smirked, and her face went quite pink.
"Don't you get fresh with me! I'll tell your mother!"
"I'm sure you will," he said, even as he let her guide him into his room, shove him onto the bed, and wrench open his wardrobe on the hunt for 'proper gentleman clothes'. "And I'll tell her what you said to make me say it."
"You go right ahead," Narcissa told him. "She'll take my side. Especially when she finds out you were planning on leaving the house in bell-bottoms."