Crookshanks and the Frog Sock of Doom by remuslives
Prompts: sushi, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times…", and "Drop it, you know it won't fit so stop forcing it."
Thanks to the insane girls at Twin.Exchange for coming up with this nutty idea and random prompts.
Crookshanks sat on the steps of the Burrow, watching the Potter boy struggle with the strange green sock. He waited as the Mother Weasley shot sparks at it from her wand. The sock slumped limply to floor and Crookshanks licked his lips. He waited until Potter stood and brushed himself off before running forward and grabbing the sock in his teeth. A long tongue flicked out and stuck to his fur.
He ignored it as he charged headlong looking for his Hermione. He came to a closed door he knew his pet was hiding behind with that Weasley boy. Her voice carried from the room, "Drop it, you know it won't fit, so stop forcing it."
Crookshanks scratched at the door, alerting her to his presence. He grew impatient waiting for her, so he scratched again. Finally his girl opened the door to allow him entrance. The Weasley boy sat at the foot of the bed desperately trying to shove his foot inside a tiny heeled shoe. His pet watched the boy amused.
"Fine!" The boy threw the shoe towards the closet.
"Brilliant," Hermione cheered, "I'll take sushi, thank you very much, George."
"Fred," he grumbled.
"Sure you are." His pet turned her attention to her messed closet.
"Crookshanks," the Weasley boy called, "what have you got there?"
The cat dropped his green treat at the boy's feet and licked his lips.
"Excellent!" The boy smirked took the sock and tossed it in Hermione's clean laundry hamper. They both watched as the girl reached into her basket.
A tongue flicked out at her and stuck to her cheek, "Ribbet, Granger, ribbet, you're finished." the sock croaked.
"George, honestly," she tossed the sock at him, "if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times; these kinds of pranks only work on Harry."
The end.
