(A/N I'm trying to get out a few chapters quickly before I get to busy with back to school stuff, so I'll probably just post this with the last chapter. I don't know where I'm going with this chapter either, exactly, I just have a few ideas. Enjoy the Chapter, R/R)
Chapter 8
Hermione spent the rest of her bath re-thinking how she was going to tell Harry. She decided on a very general beginning. Harry wasn't home until 7:00 that night, but she decided to hold dinner for him and explain it then. Dobby was running all over the house, cleaning, and cooking, and washing, Hermione couldn't handle it much more.
"Dobby!" Hermione called out in the living room,"Dobby!"
He appeared almost instantly, "Is Miss wanting something from Dobby?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, Dobby, could you just sit for a moment?" Hermione asked, carefully again, for Dobby was known for taking things the wrong way.
"But Miss, Dobby, has so many things to do" Dobby said as he began to stand up.
"No, Dobby, please sit, I hate seeing you run all over the house trying clean everything." Hermione said, phrasing what she said carefully.
"But, Miss-" Dobby started but was quickly cut off by Hermione.
"No, please, just sit for me, that is what I want." Hermoine said firmly.
"If Miss would like Dobby to sit, Dobby will sit," Dobby answered surrenderingly.
"Thank you, Dobby," Hermione said with a sigh of relief.
"How long must Dobby sit, Miss?" Dobby asked hopefully.
"This isn't a punishment, Dobby," Hermione said, pondering how to phrase her next question,"Dobby? How did you know, about the babies?"
"Dobby knows things that others does not," Dobby said as his mischievious grin crept back on to his face.
"Dobby, HOW do you know?" Hermione asked again,"I've never heard about anything like this,"
"Dobby is not just a regular house elf," Dobby said quietly, as though others were listening in on their conversation,"Dobby is a Ultrasensorperceptive." he finished proudly.
"You're a what?" Hermoine asked curiously.
"Dobby can sense people's feelings, he can hear deep thoughts, when Dobby tries." Dobby replied, uncertainly.
"How extraordinary, I've never heard of the likes," Hermione said, wonderously.
"Dobby thinks it is because of Harry Potter that Dobby is special," Dobby said, no longer worried how Hermione would react,"Harry Potter was kind to Dobby when no other was, it is Harry Potter that gave Dobby this gift, for that, Dobby is in Harry Potter debt, iternally," Dobby said, again with a proud glow to his face.
"Dobby, I never knew," Hermione's mind was realing with this new revelation.
"No one knew, Miss, until now, Miss does," Dobby said.
Just then the door opened to reveal a slightly harassed looking Harry. He walked in and sat down right next to Hermione on the sofa.
"So...." Harry began, noticing all the looks he was being given about his looks,"How was everyone's day? Hermione, are you okay?"
"Fine, Fine, tell us what happened to you," Hermione said, waiving off his question.
"Nothing, Nothing, are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked again, really needing a straight answer.
"Yes, Harry, I'm fine," Hermione said, getting a little angry now,"Tell me what's happened, NOW!!!"
"Well, hear me out, completely, before you speak, promise?" Harry began his tale of events of his day,"It all started this morning, when I got to work,"...
(A/N I wonder where I should go with this, hmmmmmmm, I tried a cliffy for yah, and I'll try to pick it back up there in the next chapter, This chapter really didn't go the way I'd intended it to, but I hope everyone like it all the same, Please R/R so I know if I should continue, and how I should continue, please give suggestions in reviews.)
Chapter 8
Hermione spent the rest of her bath re-thinking how she was going to tell Harry. She decided on a very general beginning. Harry wasn't home until 7:00 that night, but she decided to hold dinner for him and explain it then. Dobby was running all over the house, cleaning, and cooking, and washing, Hermione couldn't handle it much more.
"Dobby!" Hermione called out in the living room,"Dobby!"
He appeared almost instantly, "Is Miss wanting something from Dobby?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes, Dobby, could you just sit for a moment?" Hermione asked, carefully again, for Dobby was known for taking things the wrong way.
"But Miss, Dobby, has so many things to do" Dobby said as he began to stand up.
"No, Dobby, please sit, I hate seeing you run all over the house trying clean everything." Hermione said, phrasing what she said carefully.
"But, Miss-" Dobby started but was quickly cut off by Hermione.
"No, please, just sit for me, that is what I want." Hermoine said firmly.
"If Miss would like Dobby to sit, Dobby will sit," Dobby answered surrenderingly.
"Thank you, Dobby," Hermione said with a sigh of relief.
"How long must Dobby sit, Miss?" Dobby asked hopefully.
"This isn't a punishment, Dobby," Hermione said, pondering how to phrase her next question,"Dobby? How did you know, about the babies?"
"Dobby knows things that others does not," Dobby said as his mischievious grin crept back on to his face.
"Dobby, HOW do you know?" Hermione asked again,"I've never heard about anything like this,"
"Dobby is not just a regular house elf," Dobby said quietly, as though others were listening in on their conversation,"Dobby is a Ultrasensorperceptive." he finished proudly.
"You're a what?" Hermoine asked curiously.
"Dobby can sense people's feelings, he can hear deep thoughts, when Dobby tries." Dobby replied, uncertainly.
"How extraordinary, I've never heard of the likes," Hermione said, wonderously.
"Dobby thinks it is because of Harry Potter that Dobby is special," Dobby said, no longer worried how Hermione would react,"Harry Potter was kind to Dobby when no other was, it is Harry Potter that gave Dobby this gift, for that, Dobby is in Harry Potter debt, iternally," Dobby said, again with a proud glow to his face.
"Dobby, I never knew," Hermione's mind was realing with this new revelation.
"No one knew, Miss, until now, Miss does," Dobby said.
Just then the door opened to reveal a slightly harassed looking Harry. He walked in and sat down right next to Hermione on the sofa.
"So...." Harry began, noticing all the looks he was being given about his looks,"How was everyone's day? Hermione, are you okay?"
"Fine, Fine, tell us what happened to you," Hermione said, waiving off his question.
"Nothing, Nothing, are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked again, really needing a straight answer.
"Yes, Harry, I'm fine," Hermione said, getting a little angry now,"Tell me what's happened, NOW!!!"
"Well, hear me out, completely, before you speak, promise?" Harry began his tale of events of his day,"It all started this morning, when I got to work,"...
(A/N I wonder where I should go with this, hmmmmmmm, I tried a cliffy for yah, and I'll try to pick it back up there in the next chapter, This chapter really didn't go the way I'd intended it to, but I hope everyone like it all the same, Please R/R so I know if I should continue, and how I should continue, please give suggestions in reviews.)
