He had certainly not advertised the fact – indeed, he had tried to keep it hidden – but he had never had his undergarments in his entire life.He wore Dudley's cast off pants and shirts, but he drew the line at wearing the fat, smelly pig's underwear, especially since he would have had to tie the huge garments in place somehow.
There were four very nice wool sweaters of varying styles and all of them of the finest quality.
If somebody wanted him, they would have to prove their worthiness. Not only was she the first woman chieftain of the Wizards' Council, a feat that speaks of her determination, but she was the first to actively work to preserve magical environments and species; one of the first things she did as Chieftainess was to protect the golden snidget.
And Draco’s chances don't look so good when Harry guts him at the welcoming feast… If not for her, we'd not have any golden snidgets alive today at all.
Wearing a too big t-shirt under a too big shirt had seemed pointless to him, so he hadn't worn those either.
The socks he'd received had always had holes, and usually were much too big since they most often came from Vernon, so unless he was cold he had taken to not bothering wearing them at all. He thought it might take a bit of getting used to, to start wearing undergarments on a regular basis, but it was something he was going try anyway now that he had nice silk ones waiting for him.