Part 3
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Big toe fetish
"Bollocks!" cried Hermione. Very, very few of the American readers knew what this meant. (Hint: silver-blond)
That something wet and slobbery all over her toes . . . was Dobby.
"How appropriate," smirked Malfoy, smirking his smirky smirk.
Dobby looked up with those big, sympathetic, CGI eyes of his, Hermione's shiny wet big toe hanging in his mouth like a pacifier. "Dobby would love to serve Mistress Hermione. Dobby knows a magical place where we can go and do magical things to her feet."
"Er . . . I'm flattered," Hermione began, "but--" She looked at Draco for help, but he was leaning forward, transfixed by the sight of her toe wedged in the elf's mouth.
"What about me, Dobby?" Draco asked, pointing to his silver-blond crotch. "What about my needs?"
Dobby frowned sadly. "Dobby no want dances with stumpy."
Draco cursed and punched the air wildly. To think, a house elf talking to *him* in such a manner! Really!
Snape tossed and moaned some more, so Draco kicked him savagely, causing him to land on the cheap linoleum hospital floor with a dull thud. Hermione jumped up to get out of the way. She slipped on her sopping wet foot and landed with a loud crack.
"Two more ribs," she commented, unable to move, but by then Draco had picked up Dobby like a football and absconded with him!
Ende
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PS: If you know where the "Dobby no want dances with stumpy" line came from, I will send you my laundry (including socks, socks, socks!) free of charge.
"Bollocks!" cried Hermione. Very, very few of the American readers knew what this meant. (Hint: silver-blond)
That something wet and slobbery all over her toes . . . was Dobby.
"How appropriate," smirked Malfoy, smirking his smirky smirk.
Dobby looked up with those big, sympathetic, CGI eyes of his, Hermione's shiny wet big toe hanging in his mouth like a pacifier. "Dobby would love to serve Mistress Hermione. Dobby knows a magical place where we can go and do magical things to her feet."
"Er . . . I'm flattered," Hermione began, "but--" She looked at Draco for help, but he was leaning forward, transfixed by the sight of her toe wedged in the elf's mouth.
"What about me, Dobby?" Draco asked, pointing to his silver-blond crotch. "What about my needs?"
Dobby frowned sadly. "Dobby no want dances with stumpy."
Draco cursed and punched the air wildly. To think, a house elf talking to *him* in such a manner! Really!
Snape tossed and moaned some more, so Draco kicked him savagely, causing him to land on the cheap linoleum hospital floor with a dull thud. Hermione jumped up to get out of the way. She slipped on her sopping wet foot and landed with a loud crack.
"Two more ribs," she commented, unable to move, but by then Draco had picked up Dobby like a football and absconded with him!
Ende
******
PS: If you know where the "Dobby no want dances with stumpy" line came from, I will send you my laundry (including socks, socks, socks!) free of charge.