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Merry Christmas, Ashley! (This is the first of my gifts to her)
Lucious Malfoy hissed as he turned around to utter the line I was already expecting...
"You lost me my sock, boy!" he growled, and set off at a run towards me, muttering curses (not sure which kind) under his breath.
Wait... Sock? What the--
"You shall not harm Harry Potter!" Dobby squeaked, standing between me and Malfoy. He then pushed Malfoy back on his bum.
Strange how things can be so funny and scary at the same time... Malfoy looks ready to chop my head off, but he was on his back like a bug for a second there... But what's this about a sock??
Oh no, Ginny coming around the corner...
"And besides, this is not your sock, it came off of Harry's foot! Dobby knows it!" Dobby shrieked, making Ginny jump and Malfoy glare at him instead. Malfoy launched off of the ground, pouncing on Dobby and trying to wrestle the precious footwear away from him. Ginny gasped, her eyes growing wide.
I don't like that look on Ginny's face... It looks like--
"That sock..." Ginny said in awe, eyes wider than ever, "Was on Harry's foot?!" Her innocent look was replaced by a demonic one, her voice mimicking the change. "MINE!" She leapt bloodthirstily into the scuffle, eyes shining madly.
What on Earth...
Ahem. I am the official narrator. In the blood bath that ensued over Harry's sock, one being was killed, one went to the Hospital Wing, and one emerged victorious!
Naturally, Malfoy died, Ginny won, and Dobby went to the Hospital Wing to visit Harry.
You see, after claiming the sock, Ginny's mind shattered and she ripped off all of Harry's clothes before laughing maniacally, shouting a very loud 'MINE!', and taking off at a sprint to her dormitory. Dobby tried to provide Harry with clothing, but, being Dobby, all Harry was given was a single tea cozy. He was in the Hospital Wing now out of sheer embarrassment.
You have to understand... Harry had to go all the way to the Gryffindor dormitories wearing nothing but a tea cozy during class changing times. But that, my friends, is another story.