Dobby looked longingly at Lockhart. He knew he was in love. The way Lockhart smiled, the way his hair looked perfect at all time. Dobby had never even met Lockhart, he only read his books when his master would let him have free time, which was not very often. Dobby kissed the cover of Lockhart's book passionately. He wanted to hold Lockhart in his little elf arms, he was madly in love and he couldn't stand it. Because his master would never allow Dobby to run off and meet him. Dobby felt so alone without his Lockharty-poo.