Our story takes place sometime after the Yule Ball in Carpe Diem…
Ginny peered cautiously into the room, checking to see if
the coast was clear. It was. Everyone was either at Quidditch practice or
in the Great Hall for dinner. Creeping
into the scarlet draped room, she headed straight towards the trunk. Biting her lip, she could barely contain her
giggles as the lid opened without a creak.
This was so easy, not to mention fun.
A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth as she thought back to the
second time she had done this. She was
so nervous, not to mention scared at the prospect of getting caught at any
moment, while the memories of the very first time in here had played through
her mind; the time during her first year when she was searching for her
diary. The diary that Harry had found. The diary that had ended up nearly killing
both of them at the end of that year.
Suppressing a shiver, Ginny began to carefully go through the trunk,
laying the articles out on the bed, memorizing their location in the trunk so
that she could place them back undetected.
But a diary, or any other sort of book, was not what Ginny
was searching for. Ginny was after
socks. And not just any socks, but
Harry's socks. Her slight sock fetish
had started years ago, when she realized that the socks worn by her brothers
were nice and warm, and very woolly.
She didn't have any socks like that at all; hers were thin and all had
lace around the edges or some such nonsense that her mother thought was
cute. Therefore, Ginny had taken to
stealing her brothers' socks. It was
great fun; there was always the fear of getting caught on the sock hunt, and
then there was the pleasure of knowing that no one could figure out how exactly
she had taken them. Furthermore,
stealing socks was Ginny's way of telling someone "I love you."
About halfway through the contents of the trunk, Ginny began
to notice the types of articles had changed from the items she had seen
before. She giggled over a pair of
white fluffy bunny slippers with pink noses.
No wonder Harry kept those in the trunk. Ron would have a field day with them. Placing them on the bed, she next pulled out
something long, and black. Gasping, she
realized that she was holding a pair of stockings! Black stockings with little bows all over them! Her eyes widened in surprise. Checking to see if she had the right trunk,
(since the stockings sounded more like something Seamus would have), Ginny
looked around the room. Nope this was
Harry's bed. Ginny tried to suppress a
giggle, thinking of the last time she'd come across some "interesting" articles
whilst on a sock hunt. She had been
scavenging through Fred and George's trunks when she came across a stack of
magazines, wrapped in blank white paper.
Naturally, she was curious to see what was in them, having never seen
either twin read anything that didn't have to do with Quidditch, and so she
opened them. What was contained in
between the pages of those magazines made Ginny's cheeks turn a shade of red so
deep, so bright, and so startling, that she had to stay in her room for hours
before it went away. Ginny's brow
furrowed. She had better not find
anything like that in Harry's trunk!
Ginny sat back on her heels and surveyed the surrounding
area. There were stacks of Which
Broomstick, the leading Quidditch magazine; heaps of clothing that Ginny recognized
as what Harry was forced to wear by those awful Muggles he lived with; bags of
"Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans;" piles of wizard cards found inside
Chocolate Frogs (Ginny noticed Harry had Agrippa and knew he must have kept it
from Ron, who had been unable to find one for years); strange items like the
bunny slippers, stockings, and something that looked like a kitchen sink. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her
hand closed about something small, cold, and slimy, which turned out to be Neville's
toad, Trevor. There weren't, however,
any socks to be found. This was very
strange indeed, because last time, Harry's socks had been neatly rolled and
placed at the top, and all Ginny had to do was to search for the ones Dobby had
given him for Christmas last year.
Sighing deeply, Ginny dived back into the trunk, not ready to give up
just yet.
*
Harry could barely contain his laughter as he peeked around
the corner of the dormitory door and watched the small form adjust the wand
sticking through her bright red curls and lean over further into the
trunk. Caught in the act! While he was amused that Ginny had taken to
wearing his socks, it mystified him as to how she had actually taken them. He'd at first figured that there was a
bribery of Dobby the house-elf, but realized that couldn't be possible because
Dobby wouldn't go through his things like that. He'd then thought that perhaps she'd been using a summoning
charm, but someone would have noticed socks flying about the common room,
heading from one dormitory to the other.
Finally, he had decided that she was actually, physically, taking
them. He just wanted to see her do so.
And so his plan was hatched. He was going to provide the perfect sock-stealing atmosphere and
see if Ginny would take the bait. He'd
left practice early just for that reason.
Borrowing a few items just to spice things up was the easy part,
although Seamus had no idea that a pair of stockings were missing. Hermione had found the perfect spell to
enlarge the inside the trunk, so that everything would fit. There were just a few more items left in the
trunk. Harry held his breath as Ginny
took one out.
It was still wrapped up in Uncle Vernon's old socks, already
hissing slightly. The removal of the
socks, which had worked as a silencer, made the Sneakoscope whistle and spin
crazily in Ginny's palm, lights flashing.
The expression on her face was worth all the gold in Harry's vault in
Gringotts. She literally jumped,
turned, and screamed all at the same time.
Glancing about madly, Ginny tried to stuff the Sneakoscope back into the
socks, but a quick wave of Harry's wand shrunk them so small they wouldn't have
fit a fairy. Another wave of his wand
turned the fluffy bunny slippers into fluffy bunny rabbits, and the pair bounded
off the bed while Ginny shrieked for them to come back, still trying to silence
the Sneakoscope.
Harry clutched his sides, desperately fighting back the
laughter that was threatening to throw his cover. His eyes watered, his lungs seized up, and his legs gave
out. Harry slid down the wall and
propped his head on his knees to calm himself.
THUMP!
Harry crept around the corner to see what that was. The Sneakoscope was still going strong, but
had rolled across the floor and under Dean's bed. Ginny had somehow slipped, and landed smack in the middle of the
trunk, her arms and legs flailing about as she tried to catch hold and raise
herself up. Her wand had fallen from
her hair, and the red strands now covered her face completely. It was all Harry could do not to burst into
fits of hysterical laughter.
"Something wrong, Ginny?" he asked very casually, as if
finding her in such a position in his room was not uncommon.
"Harry?" Ginny
wailed, blowing her hair from her face.
"Get me out of here!"
Harry pulled her from the trunk and helped her to her
feet. Both stood there for a moment,
Harry trying not to smile, while Ginny frowned up at him. Her eyes suddenly narrowed. Harry picked up the Sneakoscope and stuffed
it under Ron's mattress.
"I don't suppose you had anything to do with this?" she
asked, her voice going dangerously soft.
Harry grinned sheepishly and tried to give her a peck on the
cheek. "I just wanted to know how you
were doing it," he said, running his fingers through her hair in efforts to
tame it.
"You could have just asked me," she said peevishly, frowning
up at him. Harry's heart lurched. Maybe the trick had gone too far.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, checking for any bruises
and kissing the palm of her hand.
"I'm fine," said Ginny, biting her lip in a very cute sort
of way. "I still didn't find any
socks."
Harry smiled at the tone in her voice. "You haven't looked thoroughly enough for
them. You've missed a spot."
Ginny's brown eyes glinted.
"I did? Where?"
"I think I might have a few pairs on me," he teased. "Care to look for them?"
Ginny giggled and picked up her wand, smiling
mischievously. She pulled Harry closer
to her, and Harry felt his cheeks heat up.
"Uh, Ginny…I was only teas—"
"Accio socks!"
The socks zoomed from Harry's robes and straight into
Ginny's outstretched hand. "Thank you,"
she said, counting the pairs. "I've got
enough to last me all week!" She put
the socks in her pockets and walked over to the trunk. "Now, about these stockings…." her voice
trailed off as she held up the pair of black stockings covered in miniature
bows.
"Those are Seamus'," Harry explained quickly, his face
flaming. "He got them from Lavender."
"A likely story. And
the bunny slippers?"
"Those are from McGongall's class. I borrowed them."
"Hmmmm…." Ginny
nodded slowly, backing up, making sure not to step on Neville's toad. "Well, thanks for the socks Harry, and I'll
see you when you've cleaned up this mess, ok?"
And Ginny ran out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her, her
hair trailing behind her.
Harry looked around at the piles of clothing, books, candy,
and picked up the kitchen sink, throwing it back into the trunk and
sighed. He thought about the words
Dumbledore had once told him, "One can never have too many socks." Dumbledore must have known someone like
Ginny Weasley.