The moonlight filtered in through the aged glass windows, illuminating the castle floor. Usually full of students laughing and dashing to classes, the hallways were empty, save for one small figure scampering in and out of the shadows. "…must not be seen…Dobby must not be seen…" Large eyes peered around a corner, searching for others. But the house elf was alone. Stumbling, he dashed throughout the hallways, twisting and turning through the intricate corridors, before coming to a sudden halt in front of a large painting. As the elf mumbled a series of words, the knight's brushstroke smile widened and the painting slid aside, revealing a secret door. Stealing a glance to the side, Dobby ducked his head and ran inside.
Inside the room, Dobby's demeanor relaxed, and he allowed himself a small smile before turning and looking at the room. "Such an odd place," he said to himself, "Dobby has never seen a place like this..." The room was illuminated by floating candles, the walls painted a rich mahogany. The part that drew Dobby's attention, though, was the king-sized bed in the corner. As he saw it, he felt his heart begin to swell. For there she sat, on the bed, enticing him to come. Dobby…..
He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life. "Dobby knew you would be here! Dobby knew it!" He squealed in joy as he ran to embrace her, climbing into the bed beside her. The candles dimmed as Dobby turned to face his beloved. I've been waiting for you to come, Dobby. Dobby shuddered with desire as he began to run his hands over her soft body. No one knew of this room; they were completely free to revel in their secret love. Without a word, they gazed at each other, and Dobby felt his heart grow full with unspoken desire. He couldn't stand waiting much longer. Pressing his lips to her, he made a move to turn her over, slowly running his fingers down her back and inhaling her scent. "Mmmmmm… Dobby knows that you are a dirty girl... oh yes..." Dobby gazed longingly at his beloved, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Dobby must remember to wash you in the morning." He hugged his beloved, her wool rubbing against his face as he lay down to sleep with her in his arms.
"Dobby loves you, sock."
I love you too, Dobby.
Farther down the hall, a lone figure in a cloak stood in front of a mirror. As he gazed within, a single tear fell from behind his half-moon spectacles to nestle in his beard. Dancing across the mirror's surface was a vision of the love he never had, a love that had been stolen by another. "I love you," he muttered, turning to go and leaving the woolen sock alone to shine on the glass.