What Big Brothers Are For?

Fuzzy Trilogy, Part Deux

It was nearly dawn by the time Colin had made it to the fifth year dormitory and the side of Dennis' bed. He was a bit concerned that he had rubbed a hole in the side of the fuzzy pink sock that lined the inside of his right robe pocket.

He had debated with himself all the way to his side whether he would relate the entire story of the "fuzzy pink socks" to his younger sibling. Maybe he would leave out the part about wetting the sheets of his bed while having a dream about Harry and the Weasley twins in the Gryffindor Quidditch team showers. Maybe he would just say he couldn't sleep and that's why he had wandered into the common room and found the pink treasures that Hermione had knitted sometime earlier in the night.

Colin looked at the light peaking through the drawn curtains and thought to himself, "last night," and then giggled. Yes Colin did giggle, just think about it, stalker Colin with the camera following Harry around the school giggling, it's canon.

"Dennis," he said crawling next to the boy. "Dennis, wake up."

Dennis pulled the pillow over his head and mumbled something that sounded a lot like "bugger off Mum," and rolled over. However, Colin was persistent.

"I know what you did with Mikey down the street and his dog, and I'll tell everyone in the fifth year dorm if you don't wake up," continued Colin whispering very close to his ear.

Dennis mumbled again and then, after a short pause, jerked the pillow off and looked up, eyes widened. "Hey, you promised you'd never tell!" he said loudly and angrily.

"Shhhh!" scolded Colin putting his hand to Dennis' mouth. He looked around to make sure they hadn't woken anyone. A couple of the fifth years rolled over but no one seemed disturbed. "Perhaps," thought Colin, "they were dreaming their own dreams of naughtiness." "I was just trying to get you awake."

"Well, you bloody well have," said Dennis, not much quieter than last time. "What do you want? I'm tired and I was having a very nice dream."

"Ron again?" asked Colin, extracting a blush from them both.

"Mind your own damned business."

Colin giggled again. "Well, I have something better than Ron."

Dennis looked at him like he was mad. Nothing could be better than the redheaded Gryffindor god. "And what would that be?" he asked in a rather annoyed voice.

"This," said Colin producing the sock.

Denis scowled, shook his head, and then quickly buried it under his pillow again. "You've finally gone round the bend bro," he said closing his eyes.

"But, Dennis . . ."

"Colin, it's a sock," he said interrupting but not bothering to raise his head.

Colin grinned. "It's more than just a sock, mate; it's just the right size."

Dennis peaked out from under his pillow. "Just the right size? For . . . what?"

"Yes for that!"

Now, let he without a close sibling at home growing up, cast the first stone!

Come on now, if you didn't you wanted to. And if you wanted to, you did! We called it playing doctor, or going camping, or visiting Aunt Susie, or fill in the blank with whatever you called it, but everyone got at least a bit curious. Some just more than others.

Dennis bolted upright! "So you're saying that we could."

"Yes," said Colin, nodding his head like one of those Chihuahua's on the dashboard of a Muggle automobile.

"And you think it would be fun?"

"I know it would be fun!" said Colin enthusiastically. He reached into his left pocket and removed the soiled fuzzy sock from his earlier adventure.

Dennis' mouth dropped open. "You didn't?"

"I did! I was thinking about Harry all the time." He leaned in closer to Denis. "You could think about Ron."

Dennis' eyes were the size of galleons now. "Oh my." He looked at the pink fuzzy sock and then Colin. "Where'd you get it?"

Colin grinned again. "I found it in the common room. Hermione made it, probably one of her gifts for the house elves, she's such a . . ." Colin broke off. He wasn't sure he wanted to call the goddess of the yarn a dirty name at the moment. "Well, that's where I found it. It's wonderful."

Dennis hesitated and then reached for the sock. After feeling it between his fingers for a moment, he slid it over his right hand and began to rub it on the side of his face. He let out a rather large sigh. "It is wonderful." He could feel his pajama bottoms becoming uncomfortable. He leaned forward and threw his arms around Colin. "You're so good to me."

Colin giggled again. "Yes, well that's what big brothers' are for."

It was Dennis' turn to giggle. "To provide their baby brothers with fluffy pink things for pleasure?"

"Absolutely!!" replied Colin. "Now, shall we find a more private place to test it out?"

Denis began to wiggle with pleasure. "Oh yes! How about the boy's showers? That way we can both be naked and afterward we can shower and then clean our treasures for next time."

Colin beamed. "I love the way you think," he said, rising from the bed, in more ways than one.