Evanora

"Is that my shirt?" <LOL3

"Eva, get up!" A voice called in my ear as a pair of hands nudged my shoulders.

"'Mione, it's the weekend. . .  lemme sleeeep. . ." I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach.

"Alright, you decide when you get up, because you take forever to get ready when you're tired and breakfast starts in an hour. If you get up after breakfast, you have to eat there or wait until lunch, and we are leaving to go to hogsmeade about 45 minutes after breakfast." She waited with her arms folded as I lifted my head and thought about it. Harry would be at quidditch practice right now, and would eat breakfast after quidditch practice and after changing/showering... Ron probably was already up. Maybe I should get up.

"Okay, i'll get up now."

Once Hermione went back down to the common room, I set up my outfit, which consisted of form-fitting and comfy clothes: A soft, thick, warm black jacket, dark jeans, matching black boots, and an old t-shirt that Harry forgot that he left. I wasn't hoping to return that anytime soon. I took a quick shower and used my favorite vanilla scented soaps and went to change. The t-shirt Harry left was an oxford grey ringer t-shirt, which meant it was oxford grey but with black rim on the neck and sleeves. Because it was old, it's color was slightly faded and the fabric was soft. This was my favorite clothing item Harry had ever worn: it was the shirt he was wearing with a black jacket when he met Sirius for the first time in the shrieking shack, and was the same shirt he was wearing with the same jacket when I tripped straight into his chest two years later. I left my own jacket half-zipped up and tucked in the shirt a bit since it was far too long to be my size. It was almost too big on Harry as well. I made the t-shirt look fashionable with my outfit in a casual, comfortable way. I pressed my face to the chest of the soft shirt and breathed in slowly. I could faintly smell him --- the third smell in Amortentia. I finally finished doing my hair and checked my outfit in the bathroom mirror of the girls lavatory before coming down to the gryffindor common room. Harry was absorbed in his potion's book once again, and Hermione was sitting next to him. Lavender was off somewhere with Ron.

"Is Ron not coming to Hogsmeade?" I asked curiously. From behind them, Neither of them turned around, but Hermione answered

"No, he's off snogging Lavender," Hermione said briskly. I grabbed a magazine from a shelf in the common room to occupy myself until breakfast, and then sat down next to Harry. "Morning," I whispered, and placed a kiss on his cheek. He looked up and smiled warmly. "Though you've been up for a while, I presume, with quidditch practice?"

He nodded.

At breakfast, the Great Hall was warm, so I took my jacket off. Halfway through breakfast, Harry tugged the hem of the shirt, and began to smirk.

"Is that my shirt?" he asked. I exchanged glances with Hermione, who immediately began to smile in realization. I couldn't help a mischievous smirk from crossing my face and raised my brows.

"Mayybee?"  I said slowly. Harry laughed.

"You took it?" Hermione asked smiling at me and raising her brows. I could see my friend Neville begin to laugh as he watched the scene.

"Well-- no, it's not like I stole it," I began, "He just left  it," I corrected, then began to blush as I realized what I had implied by saying that he left his t-shirt. "It is quite nice, actually," I said, laughing. "You know that this is the same shirt you wore with that soft black jacket when we met -- Sirius in the shrieking shack," I said. I wasn't smiling, but my eyes were shining. "And the same black jacket and shirt last year at Grimmauld Place when I fell and you caught me after the dementor attack," I recalled. Harry pondered this in my eyes.

"You can have it, if you'd like," he suggested.

"Really?" I asked, my expression lighting up. "Yes!"