Author's Note: Just a short piece for the Stocking Stuffer challenge on gs100. I'm not JK Rowling.


Hermione stared, appalled, at the burned, melting mass that had once been her stocking. She wondered who would've done such a horrible thing? Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of the time it'd taken to transfigure a scarf into the beautiful crimson stocking with gold embroidery. Now it was just a charred, dripping lump.

Severus looked from Hermione to the stocking and back again, horror mounting. He'd only meant to give her some potion ingredients he knew she'd been eyeing the last time they'd visited the apothecary. It seemed at least one of them had escaped its packaging.