A/N: This is the one I told you about Jenny. :]
The Unrequited Love of Dobby
Dobby was a good house elf, he thought. He had always taken the best possible care of his Masters, and had always punished himself suitably when he disappointed them.
He knew he had one fault though – Dobby was in love. Oh yes, love of the highest degree. His heart would pound, his palms would sweat, and his sweet one would be all the elf could think about.
Alas, for this love was not to be. Dobby knew this well, he was no fool. But the rules could not control his heart – nay, for he was free to love whomsoever he deemed fit. He could picture him now in his head, ah, so very lovely. Beautiful eyes, thick, lush hair. Dobby was smitten by the mere thought of his dear.
Frequently, Dobby would follow the apple of his eye around the school, content simply to watch his daily routine. Content to clean up after him – to gaze at him silently as he slept.
Ah. Pure bliss.
Dobby knew what others would think of his passions, but it was of no concern to him. The wizard in question had no feelings for Dobby. Poor Dobby's love was an unrequited love, and he knew it would remain that way.
Oh Ronald Weasley, he would often think disheartenedly, if only you would have me.
A/N: This is a joke.