Disclaimer: I don't own the characters they're all JK Rowling's
A/N: This is my first fic so please be nice with the reviews
"Dobby and Winky sitting on a tree…"
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"First comes love…"
"Then comes marriage…"
"Then comes little house elves…"
"In house elves' carriage!"
Hermione, Ron and Harry all doubled over with laughter as Dobby sat there, blushing like mad in the little hut he shared with Winky. Winky's ears were tinted pink as she paused her knitting, as if she could hide her secret delight by remaining still.
"Harry…" Dobby hissed, scratching his bald little head nervously. It was mostly Harry's fault, since he started the stupid poem anyways. Ron, that big lovable idiot, had followed goofily. Even the serious Hermione continued that silly nursery rhyme.
"Dobby…" Harry whispered back, amusement shone in his eyes. "You really should ask Winky to marry you."
Dobby looked a little fearful. He stumbled, "H-Harry… uh Harry…um"
Hermione cut in, "Yes, Dobby. You truly should."
"And then you can have house elves babies…" Ron grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled.
Winky heard all this, as much as she tried not to. The trio didn't seem to notice she still existed in this reality. They talked louder and louder, arguing about all sorts of things, weddings, cake and even the names of newborn babies.
Finally, when their screams became almost unbearable, Winky cleared her throat, (rather elegantly too for a house elf.) The trio stopped, looked her way and apologized sheepishly, "Eh… sorry Winky."
Winky placed a gentle hand onto Dobby's shoulder. She cleared her throat before stammering, "Uh… Harry." Winky visibly gulped. "Hermione…Ron." She nodded their presence before announcing, "Dobby already asked me to marry him." Winky continued, a little hesitant, "Um… would you also like to know the reason why I'm knitting baby clothes?"