A/N: This one was a bit hard to write, so it might not be the best… tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I'd be working on the encyclopedia, not a fanfiction, if I was JKR.
Socks
"Ron?" Mrs. Weasley looked up to where he sat with Hermione on the couch at the Burrow. The two had come over for dinner after being persuaded by Molly to eat a home-cooked meal. She looked deep in thought and was staring at Ron's feet.
"Yeah, Mum?" he asked.
"Whatever happened to those violet socks that I gave for Christmas your fourth year? I never saw them come back to the Burrow that summer…" she trailed off, deep in thought. Ron shrugged.
"Dunno, maybe I forgot them or something. Why?" he replied. His mother shook his head.
"Just wondering. Sorry, dear," she said, walking off into the kitchen. Ron turned a bit pink suddenly.
"Oh yeah…" he muttered to himself. Hermione heard him.
"I'm guessing you know what happened to those socks?" she asked, curious. Ron coughed slightly.
"Well, I remembered I gave them to Dobby," he said. Hermione stared.
"You gave them to Dobby?" she said, surprised. Ron nodded.
"Yeah, Harry gave him a pair, but Dobby mismatches him socks, so I gave him those to mix them up," he explained. Hermione cuddled against him.
"You continue to amaze me," she sighed.