Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me, nor do I claim it.
Okay, kiddies. I don't know what this really is, so don't ask what I was thinking when I came up with it
Warning: socks, implied relations between Sev and Remy
Rating: K+
"Remus, what is this?"
"Why, it's a sock, Severus!"
Severus and Remus were standing in their room, the Potions Master holding a sock in his hand. He had discovered, only moments ago, that amidst his rows of neatly rolled black socks was a single bright blue sock, strew haphazardly into the top drawer of his dark mahogany dresser. Remus had to contain his mirth at the confused, somewhat stricken face his husband was making.
"I know that, Remus, but what the hell is it doing in my sock drawer?" he demanded, voice deceptively calm.
"Well," Remus said, toeing the carpet and shoving his hands deep into his pockets, pouting masterfully. "When I saw your drawer I thought it looked depressed."
"Depressed?"
"Yeah, I mean, everything's so neat and even and… black! It looked sad, so I put a pair of blue socks in there to make it happy."
"Happy? Remus, they're socks! And you said pair… where's the other one?" Severus said, shaking the single sock for emphasis.
"Oh," Remus exclaimed softly in surprise. He leaned over the open drawer of black socks as if looking for it.
"It's probably found a nice thick black tubesock and is off making little blue and black polka dotted baby socks," he said, a wide, serious smile on his face. "Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if some were striped?"
Severus stared at him oddly, as if Remus had gone mad.
"Remus, poor, delusional Remus, how many potions have you had together within the last few hours?" he asked, voice so low and soft that Remus knew he was trying desperately to hold onto his own sanity.
"None, Severus. I haven't any reason to," he said, eyes wide and truthful. Severus stared into his golden eyes, trying to find the deception hidden in their depths. At last, when he could find none, he threw his hands up in defeat.
"I give up! You win! I don't know what the hell's going on with you, or my sock drawer!" He exclaimed, storming angrily from the room, the sock still clenched in his fist. Remus smiled after his retreating back and heard Sirius climbing out from beneath the bed behind him.
"He's right," the other man grumbled, dropping three galleons into Remus' open palm. "You win."
Remus smirked, slipping the bet money into his pocket. He had little polka dotted and striped socks to buy.