Day Twenty-Eight - Fuzzy Socks
Hermione introduces Draco to fuzzy socks in the Heads common room one day (platonic)
Hermione and Draco were busy working on the Prefects rota in the Heads common room. It wasn't long before the Christmas break, but they still had one more lot of rounds to organise for the last meeting of the term, and the ones for the first meeting of next term.
'It's bloody freezing in here,' Draco complained.
'I know,' Hermione agreed. For some reason, this room always seemed to be colder than other places in the castle. It was just as cold as the dungeons.
'Is your common room not normally this cold?' She asked curiously. The Slytherin Common Room was down in the dungeons, after all.
'No, don't be stupid' he spat scathingly. 'The house common rooms are all kept warm enough, though why this one isn't too I don't know.'
'All right, I was only asking,' Hermione defended.
Draco sighed. 'Sorry. I just hate the cold.'
They were quiet for a few minutes before he started complaining again.
'How are we supposed to work like this?' He whined.
'Just try and find ways to keep yourself warm,' Hermione shrugged. 'Why don't we pull the table closer to the fire?'
'Fine,' he agreed.
They got up and worked together to drag the table they were using over to the other side of the common room. They walked back to fetch the bags they'd left on the floor, and Hermione had also left her shoes there.
'What in Merlin's name is on your feet?' Draco asked.
'Fuzzy socks,' she said simply.
'Okay, why?'
'They're extra warm. I always wear them in the winter when I can. I knew it'd be cold in here so I bought some with me. I have an extra pair in my bag if you want them?'
'No thanks,' Draco scoffed.
Hermione shrugged as they sat back down.
As the minutes went by, she noticed Draco was bouncing his legs and hadn't done anything other than stare at the parchment in front of him. She put down her quill and crossed her arms. She simply stared across the table at him until he noticed, and when he did he just glared back at her for a few minutes before he conceded.
'Fine, can I borrow your spare pair of fuzzy socks?' Draco grumbled.
'Of course,' Hermione said smugly. She reached down into her bag and took them out, passing the over to him. He carefully took off his shoes and slid the extra pair of socks onto his feet.
'So, what do you think?' Hermione asked curiously.
'They're… okay,' Draco mumbled.
'Oh, come on, they're nice and cozy and you know it!'
'Fine! They're nice and cozy, thank you for lending them to me!'
Hermione smiled to herself as she picked her quill back up. They were finally able to work in silence, and once they were done, Draco seemed very reluctant to give back her fuzzy socks.
'Well, at least now I know what to get you for Christmas,' Hermione chuckled as she put both pairs away in her bag and slid her shoes back on.
'Don't you dare,' he told her. 'I don't need the other Slytherins to see me in those things.
'Fine,' she rolled her eyes. 'You're still getting a pair though. You can just keep them in here.'
'Fine. Thank you,' he mumbled.
They left the Head's common room and parted ways, heading back to their respective house common rooms.
'As if wizards don't know what fuzzy socks are,' Hermione wondered to herself quietly. 'Shouldn't be surprised I guess.'