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"Dobby!" Lucius hollered.
"Yes, Master?"
"Get another blanket for Draco. He's shivering."
"Yes, Master."
Dobby limped (he had been kicked by Lucius again just a few minutes ago, you see) over to baby Draco. "Ah, poor baby Master," Dobby tutted, carefully laying another blanket over the shivering little boy.
"Da!" Draco, said, stretching his arms out towards Dobby.
Dobby smiled. "Yes, Master Draco," he said softly, "it's Dobby."
"Dob!" Draco said, a huge grin lighting up his face.
Dobby's smile widened, but the moment was interrupted by Lucius, who was demanding to know why he was taking so long.
"Sorry, Master," Dobby said quietly, leaving Draco.
"Dob," Draco said softly, watching the house elf limp away.
"Hello, sweetheart," Narcissa whispered, gently stroking her son's cheek. "Ooh," she said, tucking him in, "you do feel cold. There we are – isn't that much better, dear?"
"Dob!" Draco announced to his mother, who smiled absentmindedly.
"Yes, dear," she said, continuing to fuss with his blankets.
"Dob!" Draco insisted.
"That's right."
Draco scrunched his face up and shouted, "Dob-ee!"
Narcissa looked at him, shocked. Lucius fell silent in the middle of shouting at Dobby for tripping over, and looked over at his wife.
Dobby smiled to himself before hobbling over to the baby's cot, peeking over the side rail and saying, "Yes, Master Draco?"
"Dob," Draco said fondly, reaching out to pat Dobby's head clumsily.
Lucius' eyes turned fiery. "Out!" He shouted at Dobby, kicking the house elf towards the door and making Draco scream with fright.
Narcissa picked up her crying son and almost glared at her husband. Of course, she could never do that. But when he upset Draco... She took a deep breath before talking sweetly to little Draco, who already missed his elf friend dearly.
