Written for Daily Prompt - Boyfriend Shirt (and it wasn't Sirius or Remus' shirt!)

His 'Boyfriend's' Shirt

Teddy/Charlie (one-sided)

Sirius/Remus

"Remus, can we have an intervention?" Sirius hissed as the pair sat at the dinner table with Teddy. "He's wearing the shirt again."

"What is that shirt? Why is he wearing one that doesn't fit?" Remus asked, taking a good look at his son as Teddy turned his head, sniffing at the collar. "Why is he sniffing it?"

"You haven't noticed that he's worn it for three days?" Sirius replied. "It's the same shirt. Remus, I don't know why he's wearing it over and over but we have to do something."

Remus looked at his son and cleared his throat. Teddy stopped sniffing the shirt and looked at his father, his amber eyes wide. "Did I miss something?"

"Teddy, we need to talk about the shirt," Sirius began.

"Teddy, where did you get the shirt?" Remus asked, cutting Sirius off.

"This? Oh, it's my boyfriend's shirt," Teddy said, wrapping his arms around himself, the sleeves of the shirt falling over his hands. Remus turned back to Sirius, his eyes wide.

"Boyfriend?" Sirius mouthed at Remus.

"Sirius, may I remind you that you slept with my cardigan for a month."

"But it was under my pillow," Sirius insisted. "I didn't wear it for three days!" He turned back to Teddy. "You're seventeen. You're too young to have a boyfriend!"

"You used to sniff it too. I remember, I caught you doing it," Remus muttered under his breath as Teddy glared at Sirius. Sirius called seventeen too young? Well, Remus wasn't getting involved in this.

...oOo...

Charlie searched through the wardrobe, looking for his favourite shirt. "Mum, are you sure it's not downstairs?" he called.

"When did you last see it?" Molly asked, heading into the room.

"A few days ago," Charlie replied. "I'm sure I hung it up before I went to the dragon-convention."

"Oh yes, Teddy stayed over. I let him sleep in here," Molly replied.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, he left his boxers. I threw them in the washing basket."

Molly moved across the room and grabbed the basket. "What a nice clean boy. He must have brought clean underwear with him," she said approvingly.

Charlie slammed the wardrobe shut. "I still can't find the shirt," he said. "I'll go and see if it got mixed up with Dad's clothes."

He left the room and Molly headed off with the washing basket. She wasn't going to mention spotting Teddy having a cuddle with the shirt when she checked on him during the night. No, it was best that Charlie thought the shirt was missing.

In fact, she still had the shirts Charlie gave her a few days before to give to charity. Maybe Teddy would like those too?

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