Written for the "Weekly Family Challenge", week two.
Character: Bill Weasley
Prompt: Socks
Word Count: 502
Bill woke up to the feeling of his bed shifting and shot up out of his deep sleep. Immediately, he noticed an out of place warmth next to him, and the memories of the night before came rushing back. He flushed deeply, his face and ears turning dark red.
With a quick look around, Bill realized that the first assumption that he made for the day was incorrect: it was not his bed that was being moved, but the bed of the woman lying next to him. He recognized her immediately as his coworker named Sofia; his other coworkers had been teasing him about her for the past few months, since his face lit up whenever she was around. He blamed it on the fact that he was famous for her crude behaviour, but his coworkers had a different idea.
Judging by the state of her apartment and the fact that she was naked lying next to him, it looked as though they were both right.
At that thought, he blushed deeply again and began gathering his clothes. She stirred, causing the blankets to fall down to uncover her olive skin, and Bill quickly exited the apartment. Due to the lack of time, he shoved his feet into his boots without his socks that were suspiciously missing. Upon the return to his own apartment, he changed into fresh clothing and quickly showered, attempting to fight down the blush that continued to creep up on his neck whenever he thought of the night previous. When he checked into work, he noticed thankfully that she wasn't there, and gathered his supplies when his coworker Manuel sauntered up to him. At the same time, Sofia walked into the tent to check in before she began working, causing Manuel to stare at her bum as she walked in the opposite direction as him. Bill managed to stop himself from doing the same, and Manuel luckily didn't notice.
"So, someone didn't come home last night. Finally hooked up with bella?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He thought that she was clever by calling her bella because of her Italian heritage, but he learned otherwise when he got a stinging hex to the arse the last time he said it to her face. Now, he wisely only said it behind her back. Bill rolled his eyes, stifling down the blush that came along with the memories of the night previous. Ignoring him like he did almost every other day, Bill had almost successfully made it out of the tent unscathed when he felt something soft hit the back of his head, and looked down to see a pair of wadded up socks. His wadded up socks, in fact.
"You left your socks in my apartment," Sofia yelled behind her as she exited the tent backwards, throwing a wink at Bill and a hex in Manuel's direction.
For the umpteenth time that day, Bill's face fired up as Manuel yelped in pain, Sofia's laugh echoing in the air.