A/N This used to be part of my story The Life Of Potter but due to that account disappearing I have decided to upload this as a short story.

Favourite Clothes

Six Weasley men and a Potter were sitting in the front room of The Burrow drinking Firewhisky as their other halves were currently out shopping and couldn't tell them off over it. They had been talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying each others company until Charlie, who had drank the most, asked what they liked their other halves wearing the most?

"As your father and father-in-law." Arthur winked at Harry. "I refuse to answer that question."

At the groans of disappointment he piped up again.

"Do you really want to know what I like your mother wearing?" He got no answer so he continued in jest. "Well she has this lacy..."

He was stopped there by Bill placing his hand over his fathers mouth. All the others had their hands over their ears and Harry had burst out laughing at his brothers-in-law faces.

"Yeah your right." Bill said quickly. "We don't want to nor need to know the answer to that question from you."

Arthur just sat there grinning at his sons.

"Charlie as it's your question, you go first." Said Percy smirking at his older brother.

"Oh, we all know what Charlie likes." George said, cutting across Charlie who had just started talking. "Scales. Fire-breathing, scaly, long taloned, Dragons! I don't think you're gonna find a woman who will dress up as a dragon for you though, so you'll just have to settle for an actual dragon."

"Just because I'm not married like the rest of you." Charlie grinned. "Doesn't mean that I don't know what I like on a woman. It doesn't mean that I can't get a woman. It just means that I can have different women. Not just the one! I can have as many as I want."

He smirked as his brothers, George waggled his eyebrows at him.

"It's going to be something crazy isn't it?" Mused George. "Black leather? No, whips and chains? No, I've got it! You like 'em wearing nothing at all?"

Charlie just glared at George and refused to answer. All the Weasley men including Arthur, who now had a slightly red face from the alcohol, started to prod Charlie but he stayed resolutely mute.

"Come on Charlie." Said Harry quietly. "You know your brothers, they're not going to stop until you tell them."

Charlie sighed in resignation.

"Pyjamas." He answered simply.

"Pyjamas?" Said Ron incredulously. "Are we talking sexy negligee? Silk shorts. Or run of the mill flannel?"

"I don't care." Replied Charlie. "Just pyjamas. Or one of my ratty old tee shirts. It really doesn't bother me. It's just when a woman puts her pyjamas on she takes of all her make-up and everything from the day. Suddenly she's just her, she's not trying to be anything else. When a woman has her pyjamas on, you see her for who she is and that to me is better than anything she may try to entice me with."

"Huh!" Huffed a shocked Percy. "Was not expecting that from the Dragon tamer."

"Aww." Teased George, nudging his brothers side. "Charlie's a real softie."

"Soft?" Mused Charlie.

Suddenly George was pinned to the floor under Charlie and Charlie was trying to force him to take back his words.

"Get off him!" Shouted Arthur wondering just when his son's would grow up?

They were all still teasing Charlie so Arthur decided to turn all parental on them.

"Leave him alone, you lot." Scolded Arthur. "You'll make a woman very happy one day Charlie. You're just waiting round for the right one aren't you?"

Charlie looked up when his Dad placed a hand on his shoulder and shrugged. Arthur smiled at his second born.

"So who's next?" He asked the room.

"Percy!" Said Ron loudly.

Everyone was really interested in seeing just what made the uptight Weasley tick.

"What?" Percy said feigning ignorance.

"Don't act stupid." Ron said raising an eyebrow. "What do you like Audrey to wear?"

"I like it when she's at work." Percy was saying in barely a whisper, getting steadily redder. "I walk past her office sometimes and she looks so deep in thought and I like her like that. So her work clothes I guess. She never looks like that at any other time. Only when she's at work."

"Ever had her in the office?" George asked slyly.

Percy went bright red, redder than his hair.

"That is the Ministry Of Magic!" He was positively incensed at the idea. "You do not just 'have it in the office' at the Ministry Of Magic!"

"Okay!" Said Bill loudly, trying to stop the inevitable scuffle between his brothers. "George, seeing as you're the one who seems most into this, You're next."

"Well that's easy." George said with an evil grin. "I like it best when she's wearing nothing at all."

"The question was;" Stated Charlie. "What clothes do you like your other half wearing most?"

"No it wasn't." Came George's teasing reply. "It was; What do you like your other half wearing most? Clothes were not mentioned in the question and I like Angie naked more than I like her in clothing."

"He's got a point." Reasoned Bill. "That was the question."

"Fine!" Growled Charlie. "Pyjamas, work clothing and nudity. Bill! You next?"

"I don't know." When he saw the looks on his brother's faces he added. "I married a quarter Veela, It wouldn't matter if she was wearing a rubbish bag, she'd still be the most beautiful woman in the room."

"I beg to differ." Harry chimed in. "I think it is blatantly obvious to every man in this entire room that my wife, is the most beautiful woman on the planet!"

"I may be biased as she's my daughter and all, but I have to agree with Harry on this." Agreed Arthur. "Ginny is by far the most beautiful young lady in the world."

Harry grinned smugly at the others from his chair.

What followed was a heated argument from every man in the room as to which one of them had the most beautiful wife. Harry won as all the men were Ginny's brothers, dad and husband. Not one of them would say that she wasn't beautiful. Bill and Fleur came second, but only as she was part Veela. They refused to carry on after that as at least one of their wives would have had to come last and they just weren't that type of men.

By this point the men in the room had gone through two bottles of Firewhisky and were starting their third. Harry was still on his first glass, only ever being drunk once and hating the loss of control.

"Well Ronniekins?" Slurred George. "Your turn, What do you like Hermione wearing most?"

"Well contrary to popular opinion." Ron said rising from his chair and pointing to the room at large. "My wife is unbelievably fit. She has a bloody fantastic body and I get to see it."

He was now pointing to himself.

"Not you. Me! She has this see through white net thing, not quite sure what it is but Ginny brought it for her at her hen do. And she looks amazing in it! She doesn't wear it much, but when she does. I will happily do anything to make sure that she wears it again."

He fell back into his chair and the rest of the Weasley boys laughed at him. Harry was happily storing the information that the lingerie that Ginny brought Hermione, was the one item of clothing that Ron loves. He also thought that it would make great blackmail material for Hermione, especially because Ron had just said that he would do anything if she wore it.

"Harry!" Shouted Charlie squinting so he could see Harry. "You're next!"

"I'm with Arthur on this one." Said Harry calmly. "Do you really want to know what I like to see your sister in?"

"As long as it isn't see through negligee or nudity we're good." Bill the last remaining, almost, sober Weasley said.

"It's Harry 'I'll die to save the wizarding world from Mouldy-shorts' Potter." Charlie said pointing at Harry just in case they didn't know who he was talking about. "I highly doubt it will be something shocking. He's too, too, too..."

He didn't seem to find the word that he was looking for so started gesturing wildly.

"Obvious?!" Shouted George.

"Yes! Thank you." Charlie continued. "He's too obvious. I bet we can guess what you love our baby sister wearing most in the world."

"Well do continue." Harry challenged raising an eyebrow.

The Weasley boys converged into a sloppy circle in the middle of the room to discuss. Arthur looked over at Harry and smiled.

"Do you think they'll get it?" He asked.

"Maybe?" Harry replied shrugging. "But I don't think even Ginny knows, so?"

Arthur just giggled and hiccuped. Harry loved his father-in-law when he was drunk, he was a very funny drunk.

The boys all turned as one and,

"Her wedding dress!" George shouted triumphantly, his brothers all nodding in agreement behind him.

"No." Sighed Harry in reply. "It was a beautiful dress and my heart did feel like it wanted to beat it's way out of my chest when I saw it. But no, sorry lads, that's not my favourite."

All their faces fell but they didn't give up.

"Her swimming costume?" (Ron)

"Her underwear?" (Bill)

"Your old Quidditch jersey?" (Arthur)

"An apron and nothing else?" (George)

Harry repeatedly said no to all of their suggestions, his smile getting wider as they continued.

"Her old school uniform?" Percy, of all people said.

"You perv!" Shouted Bill to his brother.

"It would only be perverted if she was underage, and she's not." Countered Percy.

"Well." Said Charlie clearing his throat. "We seem to be no closer to what Harry loves and I now have very weird images of Percy and Audrey's bedroom activities. Come on Harry, we give. What do you love our sister wearing most in the world?"

"Her Quidditch robes." Answered Harry simply.

"So you're just like Percy then?" Ron asked. "You like her work clothes?"
"Now, now children." Smirked George. "The Harpy Quidditch robes are incredibly tight and really quite hot. On the other players, though, not our sister." He added.

"Is that it?" Said Bill slightly put out. "Tight clothes?"

"No." Said Harry, putting his still full glass down and standing. "The first time I saw her wearing those robes was two months after our wedding. If you had asked me what I loved her in most during those two months, you would have been right with your first answer. Her wedding dress. But then she came home wearing those and she turned around and right there on her back in bright blue letters was the word POTTER. My name. On her back. The whole world, well whoever saw her flying, would know that she was mine. Mine!"

And with that he left the room. All the other men in the room had their moths hanging open, except Arthur his face was sporting a face splitting grin. His daughter had truly married a man that loved her with all his heart. He had never been more proud of his daughters choice in a husband than he was right then.

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