He always did what I wanted, when I wanted it. No matter the request, without complaint. But now he's gone. All thanks to that bloody idiot… I miss him, and I wonder if he misses me. Father would kill me if he knew of my feelings, especially the ones I hold for him.
I pull out his old 'clothing'. I would have given him better if I thought he would stick around. Of course he wouldn't though.
"Draco!"
Father calls. I put the tattered pillow case back in my 'treasure chest' and stand.
Where are you Dobby? I think sadly.
A/N: Wow, this was strange to write. Stupid papers!! Gave me strange pairings to write about. Read and Review!