Bed to Bed Fun

Ch. 2

Socks!

            "Where were you and where did you get that food?"

            PJ gave Harry another one of her innocent looks. "Well, the Kitchen of course…and some other places, but does it really matter where I got the food? It's food!"

            "Because of you my friends think I'm crazy now."

            "Why? Did you stand up on the top of your desk singing Schoolhouse Rock while wearing only a Tutu and cherry and lime flavored glow in the dark body paint with a Picasso drawn on the front and an Emily Dickens poem on the back?

            "No."

            "Oh, then what did you do?"

            "To get the compass I told my friends that you were in my room and needed it to get home. They came with me to see you and saw that you weren't here, so they think I made up the whole thing."

            "Well, that's your own fault. I'm not a display for you and your friends. You didn't have to tell them about me."

            "Okay, what else was I suppose to say?"

            "Say you just need the compass and that you would give it back latter. If they are truly your friends that would accept that."

            "I guess so. Either way here is the compass. I need to go down for lunch now. I hope you get to school on time. Good luck."

            "Well, thank you kind sir and as your not-quiet-fairy godmother remember to eat all of your veggies before they eat you." Then she is gone with a poof.

~*~

            By the time Harry got down to the Great Hall everyone knew about what had happened. You could say it was because the school had a natural knack for overhearing things or that the walls are thin, being an old castle and all, but it was most likely that the Weasley twins were making so much of a ruckus on the way up that no one could have possibly miss that something was up even if they couldn't understand a word they said.

            As Harry is sitting down a snake like voice bellows from behind him. "Ah! Harry, so this is your lady friend. Well, better watch out or I will surely steel her from you. I must say she is quite a looker. That is I can look through her." Everyone around bursts out laughing. "So, is it just that she is quiet or does she only talk to you?"

            "Stop picking on him! Maybe he did have a girl in he's room, but she go one whiff of you down the hall and bolted."

            "Oh, little Ron Weasley is standing up for Potter or are you acting nice so you can steel her away someday? We know you will never get a girl any other way." With that he walks back to the Slytherin table to eat.

            Ron sits back down. "So Harry why did you want the compass anyways?"

            "I told you it was for her."

            "Oh… Well maybe someone is trying to make you miserable and got a girl from one of the other houses to help."

            "No. She doesn't go to school here."

            "Maybe it was an illusion."

            "She was sitting on my book. She drooled on my bed."

            "Maybe…"

            "Maybe she was real, but it doesn't matter anymore because she is gone now. Back in America, going to school, living the life she lives when she is not hoping from bed to bed."

~*~

            In the next couple of days things got back to normal. Malfoy still mad fun of him a little, but it became old news fast. Anyways, to cheer up Harry, the Weasley twins charmed all of the toilet seats in Hogwarts to say 'Good day how may I be of service to you today' when anyone got an inch or two away. Yet Harry still couldn't get PJ out of his mind. Girls just don't pop up from half way around the world, ask for a compass and then leave. Not to mention the fact that the day after she disappeared there were fliers all around the school looking for a missing slice of chocolate cake and for anyone that had any knowledge of the missing slice to report to Dumbledore immediately. If only the fliers could fly better! Harry had already been pegged six times by dive-bombing fliers and Hermione has gotten two stuck in her hair.

~*~

            Two weeks later Harry had completely forgotten about PJ. With Quidditch practice and school work he had been swamped. He has also been having problems with finding his bed unmade and his books lying about. Maybe someone was really trying to make him miserable. If so, they were doing a very good job at it. He's been far too busy to even suspect anything, especially with Filch practically fallowing him where ever he goes.

Then the socks started to appear.

            Day one: One yellow, one blue.

            Day two: One green, one blue.

            Day three: Two blue, one with yellow stripes and the other plaid.

            Every pair of socks was mismatched. Not one in thirty-two pairs were the same. If it wasn't the color it was at least the fabric and it only got worse. Near the end some even had frills and those ones seemed to be paired with the oddest ones he ever saw. Every day when he got back from class there was a new pair nicely sitting on his bed.

            Day twenty-six: One purple with pink frills, the other three-foot long rainbow.

            Day thirty: The nicest little white sock with the cutest little frill and knitted balls he had ever seen paired up with a huge monster of the smelliest, crustiest sock he never imagined.

            That was the day he started hearing rumors. The count was fifty-three socks missing from all over the school. One was even an iron sock that Filch was keeping for misbehaving students and he was threatening to let the thief wear them for the rest of the year. That's when he knew he had to do something. If he was caught with all of these socks no amount of talking toilets could help him. He had to do something that night. No matter what it takes he had to get those socks out of his room. Right about the time he is planning it all out Hermione comes in from behind making him jump so high that his books scatter all the way down the hall.

            "Harry, I'm worried about you. Maybe you should hold of on quidditch this year. You seem so stressed out. You need a break. All of this work can't be good for you. Come on, your not like me. You can't handle all of that work and the game."

            "I'm okay there is nothing wrong. I can handle things." Harry couldn't help but squirm. He needed to get out of there fast. If she found out what was going on who knows what would happen.

            "Your acting like you up to something and I demand to know what it is."

            "I'm not up to anything! I'm just busy that's all."

            "Are you sure?" She gives him a look so crossed that he wished he could tell her, if it wasn't just to get rid of that stare, it would be to have someone to help him. But no, he remembered the last time he told her something and she turned her back on him. He wasn't going to get her involved this time. If she didn't need to know, she didn't have to tell her.

            "There is absolutely nothing going on."

~*~

The day is finally over and Harry goes straight to bed without even a glance at his friends in the common room. He would gather up the socks, use the invisibility cloak to sneak down stairs and leave the socks in the forbidden forest. That way either the creatures there will take care of them or Hagrid will find then and there will be no link to him.

That was exactly what he did. When everyone was asleep he snuck down with the socks. It was easy to get to the front door, but luck wasn't with him. Peeves had made a mess and Filch was right by the door cleaning it up. It seemed hopeless. How was he going to get Filch to leave? That's when it hit him. Rather hard too. Peeves was still about throwing things around and luckily he didn't notice the spoon hit Harry, otherwise Harry would be in for it. Without even thinking Harry picked up the spoon and throw it down the hall. The sound caught Filches ear and he want hurrying after. Then Harry bolted. All he had to do was slip through the door and he would be home free.

The door opens.

He closes it behind him.

A sigh of relief as he begins down the stairs.

KERSPLANG!

He trips over something on his way down. The socks fly everywhere, a mismatched rainbow of color. The last this he heard as he ran back through the opened door was "Peeves! You better not be making another mess!"

Without one bit of strength left in his body, he plops into his bed and with an oomf he realizes something else has also plopped onto his bed.

            "Konichiwa! Oh, wait. That would be Kunbanwa for you. You see I just got out of school, so you are probably just going to bed." She gives him a little matter-of-fact smile, as she still hasn't realized what she is sitting on.

            "How'd you guess? Who are you? And what are you doing on me?"

            "You don't remember me" Her face is stricken in horror. "How could you not remember me? ME! Me of all people. That's… That's… That's understandable even if it is mean. Hmmf. I was just returning to give you back your compass. See, I got one of my own now."  She holds up a little plastic compass at the end of a key chain. "And I also got this book of world maps, so I can find my way around better. See, see! This is where I live and this is about were we are. However, for the life of me I cannot find a map with this building on it. I just don't get it. Oh, and I also found all of the socks I got for you outside. You know stairs do make a good sleeping spot. So, I brought them back for you!"

            Harry begins to wonder if that sweet little smile is hiding pointy teeth

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