"I can't find my socks."
Hermione gave him a quizzical glace, and a shrug of her shoulders from where she was sitting on her own bed in the tent. "So? Just borrow a pair of Harry's."
Judging from the expression on Ron's face, it was as if she told him to go jump off of a cliff. "No. I want my Chudley Cannon ones." Of course, Hermione thought.
She rolled her eyes. "Do you have magical ability?" The question seemed to throw him off-guard, and it took him a whole to answer.
"Er... yes."
"Then accio it," Hermione said, like it was the most obvious thing ever.
His eyes widened, and the back of his neck turned a little crimson (the telltale sign he was embarrassed), but Ron nodded. "Accio socks!"
A pair of tiny green socks, fluorescent, came zooming from underneath Hermione's bed and straight to Ron's hand.
"These aren't mine, they're green" he said dumbly, and Hermione tried not to roll her eyes but failed.
"They're mine, dolt, and you have to say accio Ron's socks... or else the closest pair will come to you."
He nodded once again, and was about to accio his own socks, when he turned to her. "Why do you have green socks?"
Hermione knitted her eyebrows together. "Why does it matter?"
"Because," he huffed, "green is the enemy color. Slytherin is green. You, therefore, are showing your support for Slytherin with these offending socks."
"Offending socks? Ron, they're Muggle socks, and since when has Slytherin colors been bright, neon green? These are green-apple sort of green."
"It's still Slytherin-"
"They're socks, for Godric's sake, Ron, you're being as clever as a mop right now, and if it bothers you that much I'll transfigure them scarlet."
Ron had an approving look on his face. "Good."
Word Count: 302
If You Dare Challenge, prompt 12, socks.
Colors of the Rainbow Drabble challenge, category green. Prompts green apple and mop.