Love and Hermione
Chapter 1: Dobby's Visit
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, the most amazing writer ever :)
A/N: The chapters are quite short however I hope you enjoy the story! It is slightly slow moving. :)
Spoiler Warning – This story contains plot spoilers relating to 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'
"It has to do with ethics and morality Ron!" Hermione bellowed angrily across the small wooden table situated in a dark corner of the Gryffindor common room.
"What's the problem with me copying one measly paragraph from your ruddy essay?" replied Ron, equalling her volume.
"First of all Ron, no essay I have ever written has contained a measly paragraph! Every one of them has been as informative and profound as its predecessor!"
"Yeah…well whatever."
"We are in the sixth year now Ron. I won't always be here for you to copy fro-oh, goodnight Harry," Hermione turned to smile at Harry weakly.
"Yeah, night Harry," said Ron, before adding darkly, "I don't think I will be coming up to the dormitory for a while at this rate, especially because Hermione won't let me copy-"
"Oh be quiet for once in your life Ron!"
The squabbling grew fainter as Harry wearily climbed the stairs to his dormitory. He was ready to collapse onto his comfortable four poster when he noticed he was not alone. He had a visitor perched on the end of his unmade bed.
"Hi Dobby!" Harry smiled at the elf, who was still wearing Uncle Vernon's old socks.
"Dobby has been waiting for Harry Potter! Dobby is most glad to see you sir!"
"Is everything alright Dobby, or are you just popping in for a visit?"
"Oh, Dobby is pleased to visit Harry Potter at any time…but tonight Dobby would like to ask if Harry Potter would most amiably provide Dobby with some much needed advice!"
"Okay…go ahead," replied Harry in a curios tone.
"Ah, thank you sir. Well, does Harry know of the house elf Kreacher?" questioned Dobby squeakily.
"Do we have to talk about him because right now I'm not particularly in the mood," said Harry darkly.
"Oh please sir; just quickly sir? The problem is with Winky…Kreacher is causing her discomfort sir, and Winky is a nervous elf!"
"Why is he causing her discomfort?"
"Dobby knows things Harry Potter. Dobby knows that Kreacher is a friend of Mr. Malfoy, my old master. Mr. Malfoy is upset at the moment sir and Kreacher does not want to see him so sad-."
"I don't see any reason why even that scum should be worrying about Malfoy," interrupted Harry, firing up at this information.
"Well sir, Kreacher is wanting Winky to help him sir, because after Dobby, Winky is most closely in touch with bad, dark wizards because of Mr. Crouch the junior. Kreacher asked Dobby to help him to cheer Mr. Malfoy but Dobby would never, ever help! But if Winky does not help sir, I do not know what might come about. Kreacher is a bad elf sir, very bad!"
"Yeah, well anyone who can't see that is obviously not very bright," replied Harry. "Well what do you want me to do Dobby?"
"Dobby is not sure! Dobby was only wondering if Harry Potter, so brave and wise, would have any ideas?"
"If the problem is Winky having to help cheer up Malfoy, I don't think I am the right person to ask. I wouldn't know how to cheer that prat up, nor would I want to. If anyone deserves to feel miserable, it is him."
"Oh, Dobby knows sir. Dobby has not yet forgotten his life with the Malfoys. They are not decent wizards sir, no, they are not. But Dobby feels he must help Winky. Dobby does not wish to see Winky in such a bad state again, so worried she is!"
"Maybe you should go talk to someone in Slytherin. I think I know a few things that would cheer Malfoy up; but nothing that you or I would ever consider doing," Harry concluded with a heavy brow.
"Ah, that is a very fine idea sir! Dobby will most definitely talk to a Slytherin sir! But before Dobby is off, Dobby must inquire why Harry Potter has come to his dormitory so early in the evening? Dobby was planning to prepare Harry Potter's bed before he arrived!"
"It's Hermione and Ron Dobby," Harry replied in a dark tone, identical to the one he had used when discussing Malfoy. "Couldn't they give it a rest for one night? They've been at each other's throats for days now and I didn't want to sit there while they fought for the rest of the night so I came up here. I was glad to see you though," Harry concluded.
"Dobby will find a way to help both Harry Potter and Winky sir! Dobby is sure he can manage!"
Harry could not help breaking into a grin at the thought of what Dobby's idea of help had meant in the past.
"Thanks Dobby."
"But now Dobby must be on his way. Otherwise Dobby will not be able to speak to a Slytherin until tomorrow evening!"
And with a click of his fingers, the eccentric little elf disappeared in a wisp of smoke.