"You? Oh, she's in love with you. She's been glaring at me since we've walked in. I've been tempted to call you disgusting nicknames just to watch her squirm. Bat your eyelashes a few times and you'll be right as rain, pudding pop."
He may be tall but so was she, something he probably wasn't use to. As he tried to grab for the sweatpants she dodged, keeping them just barely out of reach. "This is why you didn't play quidditch, mate. You've got to do better than that." She couldn't help but laugh, her smile threatening to take over her face at his reaction. "Crap? These are quality! Warm, snuggly and they'll make me look at least two stone heavier. What's not to love? Besides, I could wear them to work and bed. The versatility!"
"It's a shame no one taught you proper fashion," she said, tossing them over to him. "I'll make you a deal. I will let you put me in whatever outfit you'd like, I'll even wear it out in public, if you let me do the same for you."