200 word drabble dedicated to Avanti. You sick, sick child.
Dumbledore/Dobby, take warning all ye with weak stomachs.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he surveyed the scene with interest. The house elves were doing...something in the kitchens. All that he could make out, at that time, was a lot of grunting and screaming... and not of a bad kind, either. He felt like joining in. As though he had heard Dumbledore's thoughts, Dobby suddenly materialised by the Headmaster.
"Sir is wanting to join us?"
Dumbledore's throat went dry, especially as he saw the way Dobby was looking at him, through lowered lashes. He didn't even know that house elves had eyelashes. Let alone long, thick, curly ones. He swallowed. Was about to decline when he heard a particularly loud moan.
"Err..." the normally articulate man found himself suddenly lost for words. He could only gulp. His billowy, jewel bright robes were suddenly too claustrophobic. He felt the need to feel the air on his skin. He looked down at the small creature and found that Dobby had taken hold of his hand.
"Sir need no worry. Dobby take care of everything." Dobby tugged at Dumbledore's hand and the Headmaster let himself be led to the centre of these proceedings. He didn't notice the gleam on the House Elf's eyes. Another one taken into the den of debauchery. Now...who was next? He'd always fancied Mister Harry Potter, himself. Dobby suddenly felt more excited then he had in a long time.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he surveyed the scene with interest. The house elves were doing...something in the kitchens. All that he could make out, at that time, was a lot of grunting and screaming... and not of a bad kind, either. He felt like joining in. As though he had heard Dumbledore's thoughts, Dobby suddenly materialised by the Headmaster.
"Sir is wanting to join us?"
Dumbledore's throat went dry, especially as he saw the way Dobby was looking at him, through lowered lashes. He didn't even know that house elves had eyelashes. Let alone long, thick, curly ones. He swallowed. Was about to decline when he heard a particularly loud moan.
"Err..." the normally articulate man found himself suddenly lost for words. He could only gulp. His billowy, jewel bright robes were suddenly too claustrophobic. He felt the need to feel the air on his skin. He looked down at the small creature and found that Dobby had taken hold of his hand.
"Sir need no worry. Dobby take care of everything." Dobby tugged at Dumbledore's hand and the Headmaster let himself be led to the centre of these proceedings. He didn't notice the gleam on the House Elf's eyes. Another one taken into the den of debauchery. Now...who was next? He'd always fancied Mister Harry Potter, himself. Dobby suddenly felt more excited then he had in a long time.
