He didn’t really want his sweater back. He just wanted the sweater-stealer to think of him. If he could get both the sweater and the thief back, and achieve world peace, then that was even better. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The rest belongs to the genius of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This short little fic is loosely based on Keith Urban’s song You’ll Think of Me, but it’s not your average songfic. It has a real plot, featuring sweaters and cats and blueberry scones (completely unrelated to the song, but whatever).