Stepping inside the walk-in, Hermione stripped to her underwear and socks, passing the clothes through the partially open door. She rummaged through his clothes, eventually finding an old bottle-green quidditch jersey. She slipped it over her head. It swallowed her, but not as much as his current one would. She decided she didn't need much, it was just the two of them, she skipped hunting down a pair of boxers to pair with it.