Fred Weąsley stirred from his sleep at the early hour of 6am. He made his way down to the kitchen only to find you standing in front of the open pantry door, wearing one of his favorite shirts.

You had been over at the burrow for the summer, the whole family loved having you, as did your boyfriend, Fred. You where staying in Ginny's room, and she let you wear a shirt in you saw in her dresser, unbeknownst to you, a shirt she stole from her brother.

He smirked, recognizing the shirt he had been looking for. He quietly approached the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes roamed over your figure, adorned in his clothing. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Looks like Ginny's been borrowing from my closet again," he chuckled, his gaze lingering on the familiar peice of clothing. "But I must admit, you wear it better than I ever did..."

He stepped forward, closing the small distance between you. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you back into his chest. As he rested his chin on your shoulder, his gaze followed yours towards the contents of his pantry.

"Anything I can help you find?" he quipped humorously, an amused smirk on his lips.