Title: Walking Into Walls Can Be a Good Thing

Rating: PG

Summary: When the house elf that normally cleans the Potions Master's rooms falls ill, Dobby is chosen as a replacement. Little does he know how much this choice will affect his life forever. (Snape/Dobby)

Author's Note: Yes, this is Snape/Dobby. This is a joke. Don't flame and tell me, "Snape/Dobby? EW!" because just don't.

But anyways, please review!

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Fate must have had a hand in it, Dobby decided later on.

Fate had made Professor Snape's reguluar room-cleaner sick. Fate had made he, Dobby, be chosen in replacement. Fate had made sure that Dobby was a cleaning alone.

Well, not alone; the Potions Master was there. But that made it all the better.

Dobby was cleaning the dust under the bookshelves when he first felt Professor Snape's gaze upon his butt. (Not butt, Dobby chided himself. Back) It went on this way for a few minutes, until Dobby could not take it any longer.

"S- sir?" he stuttered, turning around to face the hook-nosed man (A very nice nose it is, thought Dobby, before he mentally slapped himself). "Is Boddy-- Sorry, I is meaning Dobby-- Is Dobby... Is Dobby bothering Sir? Dobby will leave and clean later, if Sir wants--"

The Potions Master waved Dobby's comment away like paper on a windy day. "No, that is not necessary, Dobby. I want you here."

"I is-- I is-- okay," said Dobby, blushing slightly and gave Professor Snape a very low bow. So low, in fact, that all Dobby could see of him was the tips of his toes. (Such wonderful little toes they are) Dobby turned around to begin cleaning again and walked straight into the bookshelf.

"Ow!" said Dobby before he could stop himself, then turned red. Use proper language in front of one of your Masters! he scolded himself. "I is meaning-- Dobby is fine, Sir."

Dobby tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't. His nose, he could tell, was broken and bruised. Wincing, Dobby tried to get up again, to no avail.

"Here," said Professor Snape, walking over to the fallen house elf with his robes billowing. "Let me help."

"No," Dobby protested. "I is fine. I is okay. Dobby is not needing help--"

"Yes you do," said the Potions Master. "Look at that nose. We'll need to fix that. Oh, we'll defintely need to fix that." Professor Snape fiddled with his robe's top button, and made a sound that was something like an attempt at purring. Dobby knew what he meant, but, as much as he wanted it, it wasn't right.

"Sir, Dobby is-- Sir is-- Dobby can't--"

"The name's Severus," said Professor Snape, raising a finger to the house elves lips. "Don't forget that."

Dobby's eyes widened. "Sir--"

"Severus"

"Severus--"

"I think I have just the thing for your nose, Dobby."

There was nothing else to be said.