A/N:
For those of you not familiar with the meaning of the socks, they were
first introduced by the Queens of H/G. For more info please check out
GryffindorTower.net
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They
were gone.
They
were all gone.
The
white ones, the red and green ones that had Christmas designs and he never
really used, the Chuddley Cannon ones Ron had given him for his birthday.
Even an old pair that he had brought as a mistake and used to belong to
Uncle Vernon.
All
his socks were gone.
He
couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t explain it. He had been there the whole
time, ever since he had challenged Ginny to steal them all in his presence.
She
had won.
He
sat there in his bed, looking around, unable to believe it. He had been
staring at his trunk all this time, never taking his eyes away from it.
Granted, he had been daydreaming about kissing Ginny senseless, but that
didn’t mean he hadn’t been paying attention. On the contrary, it meant
he should have been more sensitive to the presence of his girlfriend,
walking to the trunk to steal his socks.
Or
so he thought.
He
wondered for a moment if she had used magic, but then he remembered the
rules of the challenge.
No
magic allowed.
He
looked at his bare feet for a moment and his heart fell. He should have
put on some socks before challenging Ginny to take them all. Now he had
none. He wondered if he would ever have socks again.
It
wasn’t like he hadn’t been warned. Ron had told him numerous times about
Ginny’s sock-stealing tendencies. And Fred and George had warned him about
it as well, telling him he’d better keep a spare pair somewhere safe.
But
it seemed like there wasn’t anywhere safe when Ginny was concerned.
He
let his mind wander back to the events that had taken place yesterday
in the common room and wondered why he had ever thought he could beat
her at what she did best. Steal socks.
She
had been sitting on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder while he
listened to Ron complain about how much homework they had.
It
had all started innocently enough, with Ron laughing at Harry because
Ginny was wearing his favorite pair of socks. He had shrugged and replied
that it didn’t really matter; she could take them all if she wanted.
That
had earned him a kiss from Ginny and a grin from Hermione, but
Ron
had not been so amused.
“You
don’t know what you’re saying Harry, she’s a menace to society. Soon you’ll
have no socks. Remember my words.”
He
remembered them now.
He
had laughed at that and replied that Ginny would never do something like
that, or something along those lines, he couldn’t really remember. Ginny
had giggled and he had turned around and asked her if she would do that
to him.
“Of
course not,” she had said, but her eyes had sparkled with mischief.
“Yes,
Ron,” he had replied. “She would never do something like that. Besides,
she couldn’t do it even if she tried to.”
That
had earned him a stare from Ginny and her voice had turned a little cold
when she had asked, “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
And
that was when he had issued the stupidest words of his life.
“Well
Ginny, it’s just that you only steal my socks so easily because you do
it when the room is empty. If I were in the room there would be no way
you could steal them all.”
She
had laughed at that and Ron had shaken his head.
“You
want to bet on that?” she had asked him, and she had looked so pretty
in that moment, her eyes sparkling and the corners of her mouth turned
up in that little smile he loved so much, that he couldn’t say no.
“You’re
on,” he had replied and she had giggled and hugged him hard while she
whispered, “You do realize you are going to have to apologize for doubting
me once I manage to steal all your socks.”
“If
you manage to steal all my socks Ginny, I’ll do whatever you want.”
She
had smiled brightly at that and said, “Meet me in my room after it happens
and we’ll see how much fun I can have with that.”
“Sure,
but you have to promise one thing. You won’t use magic.”
“When
have I ever used magic?” she had asked and she had given him a little
kiss and caressed his face, making him forget about the bet, the socks,
and the world. All that had existed was her.
He
grinned as he remembered that part and stood up from the bed, wondering
where his shoes were. He quickly spotted them at side of his bed but he
wasn’t used to wearing them without socks so he decided to go barefoot.
Maybe that would make Ginny concerned enough about his health to give
him at least one pair of socks back.
Well, he said to himself. If you
are going to loose a bet like this, at least it was to Ginny. After all,
doing exactly what she wants isn’t that bad. I do that almost every day,
bet or no bet.
******
He
peeked through the opening of the door and what he saw left him speechless.
Ginny was sitting at her bed giggling to herself, her long hair loose
and her cheeks bright red.
And
every pair of socks he owned surrounded her.
He
shook his head at the sight and almost turned around, but the desire to
be near her was too much, so he tried to flatten his hair, failed miserably,
and then entered the room.
She
saw him right away and winked at him, kicking the socks to the floor so
he could sit besides her.
When
he got there she asked, “You do realize you have to do everything I want
from now on?”
He
laughed out loud at that. “Ginny, I do everything you want anyway,” he
answered and he was rewarded with a long kiss and a bright smile.
“Good
answer,” she told him and she kissed him again, tasting him, nibbling
on his lower lip and trailing a path of small kisses from his mouth to
his ear.
“So,
is this what I have to do?” he asked enjoying it every much and feeling
his heart rate increase.
“Among
other things,” she said as she continued kissing him and he grabbed her
by the waist and hugged her to him.
She
stopped kissing him all the sudden and looked at his feet.
“Harry,
what are you doing barefoot?” she asked, clearly not too happy about that.
“Well,”
he said, punctuating every word with a small kiss, “It could have a lot
to do with the fact that my beautiful, adorable and wonderful girlfriend
stole all my socks and I didn’t feel like putting on my shoes without
socks.”
“Oh,
is that right?” she asked between kisses and she leaned down and picked
up a pair of socks and tossed them to him.
“Take
these,” she said laughing, “We wouldn’t want you to get sick.”
And
with that she was kissing him again and he held her close while he kissed
her back, feeling happier than ever, even with uncle Vernon’s old socks
secured safely in his hand.
The
End
