Summary: Harry's lost his socks and only Draco knows where they are...
Disclaimer: I don't HP and his world, but I envy JK for being the incredibly smart one to come up with it...
A/N: Ahem, this is my second completed fanfic and is a companion piece to 'The Sweater'
The Socks
"Draco?"
Harry wanders into the living room with a confused expression on his face...
"Yes Harry?"...Draco looks up from his crossword puzzle...
"Have you seen my socks?"
"Which socks would those be?"
"My black ones with the white bunny rabbits on them."
...Glances down..."Nope, haven't seen them."
"Oh."...looks disappointed..."Are you sure?"
...sigh..."Yes, I'm sure."
With that, Draco stands up and stretches languidly.
Harry, watching Draco appreciatively, spots some suppicious looking socks which sit upon Draco's feet...
"Draco?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Where did you get those socks your wearing?"
"Oh these? I found them in your drawer when I woke up and my feet were cold, so I waqs looking for some socks to wear,
and you were always saying how these particular socks were incredibly comfortable, and..."...trails off at Harry's annoyed expression...
"You are aware that I've been looking for those for the past hour aren't you?"
...Grins impishly..."Yup!"
"Well then, I spose I'm just going to have to get them back from you now aren't I?"
Harry starts stalking towards the blonde who is still standing in front of the sofa.
"Do you know how I'm going to retrieve my socks Draco?"
...Gulps..."By force?"...looks up at Harry weakly...
...Grins wickedly..."Exactly!"
Harry nudges Draco down onto the sofa, latching onto his mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. All Draco was concentrated on was the kiss,
so he didn't notice Harry's hands delicately removing the comfortable woolen socks until Harry suddenly broke the kiss and bounced
up and out of the room, leaving a very aroused and befuddled looking blonde.
"Bugger!"
The loud exclamation could be haerd down the hall and in the bedroom where Harry was putting on his socks before climbing into
bed with his book, all the while, chuckling and thinking to himself, 'payback's a bitch.'
Back in the living room Draco was now contemplating whether or not to get Harry a pair of leather pants for his birthday or some silk scarves fo his next birthday present...
Finite Incantatum
Proudly written by CrucioBlackRose...
Constructive crtiscm is appreciated...
