A/N: Written for The Houses Competition, Slytherin, Year 4, Drabble, Prompt: Buscuit, Word count: 395

Winky searched and searched through cabinets filled with biscuits and ingredients to make biscuits. She reeked from work and drink, but for the first time she could think of something besides her failures. She wasn't just sad now. She was sad and angry and she was determined to do something about it.

Winky smiled as she finally found what she was looking for. This biscuit was small and plain looking, but Winky wasn't looking for anything pretty. Her biscuit was in a jar that read "Warning: Do not eat". She had seen it dozens of times while working in the kitchens, but until now, she had always ignored it. Now she wanted it more than anything and she knew exactly who she was going to feed it to.

Winky carefully took the biscuit out of the jar and positioned it on a plate. As she looked at it, tears filled her eyes. What kind of house elf was she becoming? Winky shook her head. She wasn't sure it even mattered anymore. If her parents could see her now, they would be ashamed of her. Then she smiled, because if Dobby could see her now, he would be proud of her for standing up for herself. Dobby was no ordinary house elf. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an ordinary house elf either.

Winky took the biscuit to the Slytherin common room and made her eyes fill with tears again. She didn't want them to get suspicious of her, and if she looked too happy, that was exactly what would happen.

"What do you want?" Draco snapped at her.

"Winky only wanted to apologize for being such a failure." Winky explained, "Winky brought Mr. Draco an apology biscuit."

Draco frowned, picking up the biscuit and looking at it suspiciously. Then he tossed it to Crabbe and kicked Winky back towards the fireplace. "Don't you have other things to do, you worthless elf?"

Before she reached the fireplace, Crabbe and Goyle began screaming. Draco looking back at them in confusion. Crabbe was quickly shrinking. First his hands, then his head. Before anyone knew what had happened, Crabbe was a tiny, six inch little boy. Draco looked back at Winky, his eyes wide with shock as he realized what she had tried to do to him.

Winky just smiled. "No, Mr. Draco, Winky has nothing better to do."