Snips, Snails, and Fuzzy Pink Socks

Snipes, Snails, and Fuzzy Pink Socks

Colin couldn't sleep. Of course it was very hard to sleep in wet sheets, not that he hadn't done it many times at home, but it was something he no longer had to tolerate at Hogwarts. House elves didn't wonder what you had been up to in the middle of the night when they had to change your sheets four times in one week, or at least if they did, they wouldn't take away your pudding at dinner or tut at you during breakfast. However, there was still the matter of waiting for them to be changed.

Colin decided to wander down to the common room and find a dry spot on the couch to resume his dream about Harry and the Weasley twins.

He hadn't been paying proper attention when he drew his feet up onto the couch and tucked the pillow under his head. It was dark in the common room, deserted and quiet, no light save the fire burning close by the long over stuffed sofa he had decided to occupy. It was no surprise that he hadn't noticed what was lying behind him. He pulled his blanket around his ears and backed up against the couch cushion.

"Ouch! Bugger!" he cried, nearly falling off. "What in the bloody hell is this?" he said reaching around his back. Colin pulled out a larger ball of fuzzy pink yarn, two large knitting needles, and a small pair of fuzzy pink socks. "Bloody hell Hermione!" he cursed under his breath. He had seen her knitting earlier by the fire while he had been staring at Harry and Ron studying next to her. He started to throw the whole lot into the fireplace, but something about the fuzzy pink socks made him stop.

Now Colin would never fancy himself a Momma's boy, nor would he ever be caught wearing women's underwear (mind you now, I said caught) but he had this thing about soft and fuzzy feeling things. From the time he was two and he nearly killed the neighbors long haired Angora kitten because he "loved" it a bit too much, to the time he was six and he got caught feeling up Aunt Maggie's niece on her wedding day, because he had peaked in the bridal chamber and saw her fuzzy garters.

So, when Colin got a good grip on those fuzzy pink socks, well he just couldn't let them go. It was like he was suddenly lost in some "women's underwear/alternate universe/twilight zone/ of sexual pleasure" and it was good!!!

Colin set the ball of yarn and knitting needles off to one side and then studied the socks for a moment. They were obviously meant for a house elf. They looked like they would fit a small child or . . . Colin stopped, his mind raced. He couldn't. Then who would know?

He looked around, no one was in the common room, and it was the middle of the night. Hermione would just think that one of the house elves had taken them.

He had to. He just had to.

Colin drew a deep breath, pulled the blanket off to one side, and then pulled his pajama trousers down to his knees. He had already removed his knickers having soiled them in the bed and decided not to put any on when he had redressed in his pajamas.

There it was, already erect at the thought of the fuzzy socks. Colin felt the tingle between his thighs. "If only Dennis were here," he thought.

He closed his eyes and slid the opening of the fuzzy pink sock over Mister Wigglekins (yes Colin Creevey had named his body parts and he had no problem admitting this, well a few problems, but we won't go into that.) He immediately let out a moan. He had to tighten his legs and sit up right to keep his pleasure inside. After all, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could. Again, he drew a deep breath and imagined that it was Harry's and not his hand on the fuzzy sock. Colin's whole body was on fire now, the soft feeling of his hand on the sock and the sock to his flesh. He was nearly wailing with pleasure, the image of Harry etched deeply in his mind; fading only once the fuzzy sock was wet with Colin's pleasure. He collapsed across the blanket on the couch, panting.

Colin lay there for what seem like an hour, but was actually about five minutes. (Men have no sense of time or measurement.) At some point in time, Colin removed Hermione's treasure and looked at it smiling evilly. "Wonder if the house elves will clean you?" he said, chuckling. "Guess not, better do it myself." He reached down, pulled up his pajama trousers, stood, and stuck the wet sock in his right robe pocket. He then reached down and picked up the other fuzzy treasure. "Now, let's go find Dennis," he said, cackling.