"Doobly Doo! Clean my bedroom chamber!"
"Doobey! Dracula's summer homework needs done!"
"Dubby! Luscious, my husband, needs his new hairbrush broken in! I know your bald, so JUST USE YOUR SCALP. IT'S NOT BROKEN IN UNTIL IT BLEEDS!"
OOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOO
These are the words that haunted Dobby.
Narcissa Malfoy, Dobby's master, had never been able to say Dobby's name. Dobbly, Doobly, Doby, once even Dawny, but never Dobby.
Dobby was a simple elf, and Dobby wanted nothing more than to please and serve. Dobby cooked, Dobby cleaned, Dobby washed, Dobby bathed, Dobby ironedb Dobby folded, Dobby fixed computers, Dobby ran to Diagon Alley, and most importantly: Dobby loved.
Dobby loved Narcissa Malfoy, Dobby's crooked master, with all Dobby's crooked elfin heart.. She couldn't even say Dobby's name. Dobby would never profess Dobby's love, because Dobby couldn't even speak unless spoken too. But Dobby would always cling to hope.
Because there was one night.
A night, where she had said Dobby's name. She did a lot more than that, too.
"Dobby, dear, do you mind if I borrow you for a moment?", Narcissa asked.
Dobby dropped the laundry he had been folding. He wasn't looking forward to the days when Narcissa had children and there would be more clothes to fold, another mouth to feed, another human to steal Narcissa's love from him. But this was interesting. What did Narcissa want with him? AND WAIT.…Did she just say his name?
"Can I show you something?"
"Master doesn't need to ask Dobby. Dobby thinks you is forgetting that Dobby is an elf. Miss Malfoy can order Dobby to do anything."
"Oh…well, I'll just say it then. I need to borrow your sperm."
Dobby gasped. He couldn't believe my tennis ball eyes. "er…Whut?"
"You heard me, Dobby. Luscious and I have been having some problems…Did you ever wonder why we haven't had any children! IT HAS TO BE YOU, DOBBY! IT HAS TOO! I've wanted a baby my whole life! People say that I'm cold hearted, empty, and that I only married Lucious because he was another pureblood. I…I'm confused about my feelings, but I need you!"
Dobby gasped. It all made sense now. Narcissa was only such a jerk all the time because she was angry about Lucious's infertility! Maybe she didn't hate Dobby!
Narcissa took Dobby's hand and led him in to her bedroom.
OOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOO
Remembering.
Remembering the joy of that day.
Remembering the pain of the following weeks, when Narcissa lied. She passed off Dracko as Lucious's son.
Remembering the agony of the day when Lucious found out. He had odered Dobby to drown himself. Of course, no human could order an elf to kill themselves, but Dobby was never the same after that.
Lucious found out the first time he took Dracko to ballet lessons. In the wizarding world, the dancing gene was dominant, and everyone knew the Luscious was born with it. He was so excited to take Draco to the studio for the first time, to see his son grow into the man he had always wanted to raise….but Draco couldn't dance. Everyone knows when a wizard has the gene, as the toe pointing comes natural. But Draco didn't have it. Luscious knew.
They had decided not to tell Draco. It would only lower his self esteem.
But Dobby still waited. For the day that Narcissa could come to terms with her feelings. For the day she would stop being afraid of always doing the right thing, and learn to follow her heart. Dobby was also scared of the day Draco found out. The worst part was that after that night with Narcissa, she had ordered Dobby not to tell anyone. She just…couldn't take the shame.
Dobby was alone.
So alone.