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"Come on, Dobby," I say, grabbing his tiny hand. "We're going shopping."
"Shopping, Miss Hermione?" he asks me, blinking his big eyes up at me. "Dobby does not know what Miss Hermione means."
"It means I'm going to buy you clothes, Dobby," I explain, and then we Apparate into Diagon Alley. "And I told you, you can just call me Hermione. None of this formal stuff. We're friends, aren't we?"
Dobby beams. "Of course, miss—Dobby means, Hermione."
I lead him into Twilfitt and Tatting's, the Wizarding clothing store. One of the clerks looks surprised to see a witch walking side by side with a house-elf, but then she shakes that surprise away as she recognizes me. "Are you—are you Hermione Granger?"
I smile and nod. "Guilty," I reply.
"How can I help you, miss?"
"I'm looking for some clothes for my friend Dobby here," I explain. "Do you think you have anything in his size?"
The clerk contemplates Dobby for a moment, examining him for a moment, and then says, "I'm sure I can find something." She takes a few minutes picking through the children's section and pulls out an entire stack of clothing.
I'm sure she finds me strange, to be looking for clothes for a house-elf, but dismisses it, as, after all, she gets to meet me. I never went looking for fame after the Battle of Hogwarts—it just found me. I wasn't particularly fond of it, but I do use it to my advantage sometimes, like right now.
The clerk piles the clothes beside Dobby and unlocks a changing room for him. She holds the door open for him as he walks inside, which, by the look on his face, he seems very pleased about. It takes him a couple minutes, as I suppose he has never put an entire outfit together. When he comes out, he is dressed in a bright blue shirt, matching pants, and a thick red cloak that drags on the ground.
I stifle a laugh and smile at him. "Let's see it, then," I say. "Turn around." Dobby gives a little spin, hopping a bit as he does.
"Dobby likes it, Hermione, Dobby really does," the little elf says.
"Then you shall have it, Dobby," I tell him. I pay the cashier with a couple extra Sickles, and then walk out of the store with Dobby, hand in hand.
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