Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I'm only borrowing for a while.

AN: Written for a contest over at lumos_main on LJ. Prompt was to write a crack!fic around 300 words using a hedgehog, argyle socks, and a pink, frilly dress.

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It started off innocently enough.

"Hermione?"

"Mmm?"

"What...is that?"

"What is what Ronald?"

"That...brown ball thing by your elbow."

"...I do believe it is a hedgehog."

"A hedgehog?"

"Yes. I assume one of the younger years was practicing their transfigurations. Honestly, Ron, your face will stick like that if you're not careful. The thing isn't hurting me, leave it alone."

So, he left it alone. He forgot about it after a while, but soon, they were popping up everywhere. Lamps went missing, and in their place were rolled up prickly hedgehogs. Some cushions disappeared, a few rugs. An end table, and numerous quills, parchments, chocolate frogs, you name it. Eventually, clothes started going missing, even Harry's special pink, frilly dre...er, invisibility cloak (and he was not best pleased about that, let me tell you, though Ron was secretly relieved, since he didn't really want to know what Harry needed that dress, I mean, cloak, for anyway), and hedgehogs were suddenly living in trunks and under beds. But, Hermione told him not to worry (repeatedly) and so he didn't. Until he just couldn't look the other way anymore.

"That is IT! Who the bloody hell is this...this...in love with hedgehogs that they needed to steal my yellow ducky argyle socks and transfigure them?!"

Ron felt his face heating up as, since he'd quite forgotten it was early, and others were around, the common room went silent.

"Ahh...well, then. Never mind really, don't know what came over me. Carry on."

Turning, he quickly disappeared up the boys staircase and into his dorm.

Down in the common room, Hermione smiled slightly and flicked her wand. Abruptly, lamps, cushions, rugs, (pink, frilly dresses, ummm, cloak, which relieved Harry to no end. He had plans that night) and other lost items were back in their rightful places (except for one lone hedgehog that Ron soon found himself becoming quite fond of).

She had really hated those socks.