It was a cool, winter morning. Harry Potter was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, when a recently awakened Hermione Granger walked in.
"Oh, hello there, Harry," she said, sounding still quite dazed.
"Hiya, Hermione," he replied. Suddenly, his gaze went from her eyes to her feet, where she was wearing her fuzzy little bunny slippers. Now, normally Harry wouldn't even have noticed them, but he was suprisingly worried about them.
'Now this is odd,' he thought to himself, 'Me, the great Harry Potter, who has foiled the powerful Voldemort countless numbers of times, being afraid of a pair of fuzzy slippers?'
"Harry? What's wrong, is it because of how positively dreadful I look?" Hermione inquired. She had obviously seen the worried look sweep across his face.
"Huh? Oh, no, of course not, Hermi. I was just...well, it's nothing." Harry lied. He had figured that if she knew about his fear of her slippers, she'd burst out laughing.
"Oooookay, whatever you say, Harry. Say, have you seen Ron?"
"Oh, I think he went to the Library. Actually, I think he thought you were there. I mean, Ron, willingly going to the Library not looking for you? It just doesn't make sense," Harry answered jokingly. He had to make jokes, because they kept his mind off of those slippers.
"Well, I guess I'll go freshen up, and then go looking for him. Thanks, Harry."
"Anytime, Hermione. Now go...quickly," Harry persisted. He was just determined to get those slippers out of his sight. They were really starting to freak him out.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, no...what gives you that idea?" Harry said nervously, but truthfully. Harry didn't want to get rid of Hermione, just her slippers. He could feel them watching him. Peering into his soul, with their little bead eyes. If they weren't gone in the next minute, Harry vowed right then and there that he would have to rip them off of her feet and put them in the fireplace...while it was lit.
"Uh-huh...whatever you say, Harry," she said, sounding quite annoyed. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'If he's keeping a secret, let him. Knowing him, he's probably got Ginny hiding under the couch, just waiting for me to leave so they can snuggle near the fire. Well that's just fine with me!'
Hermione finally left, and Harry could relax. Those little big-eared demons were gone, and he could sit by the fire in peace.
***Later That Night***
Harry was lying in his bed. He had practically forgotten about the whole fuzzy-slipper incident earlier that day. He was just about to fall asleep, when he heard his door open. He was wondering who could be up at this hour.
Suddenly, and without warning, Hermione's bunny slippers jumped onto Harry's bed and immediately began staring him down, and destroying his will of resistance!
"Warning, Harry Potter! We are about to stare you down and destroy your will of resistance!" the slippers shouted, although they don't really have moveable mouths.
"Help!!!! Ron!! Hermione!!!" Harry yelled.
Unfortunately for Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the Common Room, making out.
Figuring that all was lost, Harry tried one last thing, and he really didn't wanna do it. He didn't think it would work, anyway.
"Neville!!!"
"What is it, Harry?" Neville asked from the doorway.
"Completely disregarding the fact that you were jut casually standing in my doorway, could you HELP ME?!?"
"Oh, sure thing, Harry," Neville replied. With a burst of speed, Neville Longbottom proceeded to run towards the bed...and fall face first on the ground. He had tripped over his own feet.
"I knew it was useless," Harry said.
Practically giving in, Harry lay limp. Just then...
"Sssqqquuuaaaawwwwkkk!!!!!" It was Hedwig and Pig! Each of the boy's owls took one slipper in their talons, and proceeded to eat them on the floor. Sure, they put up a struggle, but what a sight that was! Just cotton and thread flying everywhere!
"Whoa...that was weird." Harry said. He then passed out in his bed.
***The Next Morning***
"Say, Harry...got a sec?" It was Hermione.
"Oh, sure. I guess so...what's on your mind, Hermi?" Harry replied.
"Have you seen my fuzzy little bunny slippers?"
"Oh, hello there, Harry," she said, sounding still quite dazed.
"Hiya, Hermione," he replied. Suddenly, his gaze went from her eyes to her feet, where she was wearing her fuzzy little bunny slippers. Now, normally Harry wouldn't even have noticed them, but he was suprisingly worried about them.
'Now this is odd,' he thought to himself, 'Me, the great Harry Potter, who has foiled the powerful Voldemort countless numbers of times, being afraid of a pair of fuzzy slippers?'
"Harry? What's wrong, is it because of how positively dreadful I look?" Hermione inquired. She had obviously seen the worried look sweep across his face.
"Huh? Oh, no, of course not, Hermi. I was just...well, it's nothing." Harry lied. He had figured that if she knew about his fear of her slippers, she'd burst out laughing.
"Oooookay, whatever you say, Harry. Say, have you seen Ron?"
"Oh, I think he went to the Library. Actually, I think he thought you were there. I mean, Ron, willingly going to the Library not looking for you? It just doesn't make sense," Harry answered jokingly. He had to make jokes, because they kept his mind off of those slippers.
"Well, I guess I'll go freshen up, and then go looking for him. Thanks, Harry."
"Anytime, Hermione. Now go...quickly," Harry persisted. He was just determined to get those slippers out of his sight. They were really starting to freak him out.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, no...what gives you that idea?" Harry said nervously, but truthfully. Harry didn't want to get rid of Hermione, just her slippers. He could feel them watching him. Peering into his soul, with their little bead eyes. If they weren't gone in the next minute, Harry vowed right then and there that he would have to rip them off of her feet and put them in the fireplace...while it was lit.
"Uh-huh...whatever you say, Harry," she said, sounding quite annoyed. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'If he's keeping a secret, let him. Knowing him, he's probably got Ginny hiding under the couch, just waiting for me to leave so they can snuggle near the fire. Well that's just fine with me!'
Hermione finally left, and Harry could relax. Those little big-eared demons were gone, and he could sit by the fire in peace.
***Later That Night***
Harry was lying in his bed. He had practically forgotten about the whole fuzzy-slipper incident earlier that day. He was just about to fall asleep, when he heard his door open. He was wondering who could be up at this hour.
Suddenly, and without warning, Hermione's bunny slippers jumped onto Harry's bed and immediately began staring him down, and destroying his will of resistance!
"Warning, Harry Potter! We are about to stare you down and destroy your will of resistance!" the slippers shouted, although they don't really have moveable mouths.
"Help!!!! Ron!! Hermione!!!" Harry yelled.
Unfortunately for Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the Common Room, making out.
Figuring that all was lost, Harry tried one last thing, and he really didn't wanna do it. He didn't think it would work, anyway.
"Neville!!!"
"What is it, Harry?" Neville asked from the doorway.
"Completely disregarding the fact that you were jut casually standing in my doorway, could you HELP ME?!?"
"Oh, sure thing, Harry," Neville replied. With a burst of speed, Neville Longbottom proceeded to run towards the bed...and fall face first on the ground. He had tripped over his own feet.
"I knew it was useless," Harry said.
Practically giving in, Harry lay limp. Just then...
"Sssqqquuuaaaawwwwkkk!!!!!" It was Hedwig and Pig! Each of the boy's owls took one slipper in their talons, and proceeded to eat them on the floor. Sure, they put up a struggle, but what a sight that was! Just cotton and thread flying everywhere!
"Whoa...that was weird." Harry said. He then passed out in his bed.
***The Next Morning***
"Say, Harry...got a sec?" It was Hermione.
"Oh, sure. I guess so...what's on your mind, Hermi?" Harry replied.
"Have you seen my fuzzy little bunny slippers?"