A/N: This fic is sort of getting longer and longer, because it is becoming so much fun to write. Three chapters should do it. Hope that you enjoy this next instalment!

Dobby tiptoed back into the kitchen, where all the elves where sleeping soundly. At night-time, the high rooved room transformed into a sleeping quarters with tiny beds fit perfectly for the elves, their tiny snoring heads resting comfortingly on their pillows until the hour when they would have to wake up and prepare breakfast for the hundreds who dined above them. One or two were still stirring, trying to get to sleep after a long night of cleaning and tiding.

Dobby walked past Winky's little bed, where she lay, snoring quietly, her tiny head moving up and down rhythmically as she breathed heavily in her sleep, her fluttering eyelids telling him that she was dreaming peacefully. He lay down in his bed, situated right near hers, and tried to get to sleep, though Dobby was reluctant to close his eyes. That would mean he would have to give up the hours that he could spend staring at Winky without her knowing… Dobby sighed, and placed his glasses frames on the bedpost, letting his now bare eyes quiver gently into a sleep full of Winky-filled dreams.

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When Harry woke up in the morning, he and Ron exchanged laughter filled glances.

"Yeah Harry, you do have a way with the ladies." Ron laughed. Harry grabbed a cushion, and aimed it at Ron's head before he headed towards the doorway.

'Shut it." He said, and walked down the hall before Ron could wallop him back in turn.

When they reached the common room, Hermione was standing there, ready for them, like she was every morning. In a stark contrast to every other morning, however, Ron and Harry were wearing faces that plainly said they had something to tell her, as opposed to the blank expressions of fatigue that they traditionally wore to breakfast, especially after they had been woken up at one in the morning.

"What's got the two of you looking so smug?" she asked, as they set off down the halls to breakfast.

"I had a visitor last night." Harry started, Ron sniggering. "Dobby came and saw me."

"Well that's great!" said Hermione passionately. "He should get a chance to visit his friends once in a while…take a break from the work. Good on him!"

"Hermione, it was one o'clock in the morning." Harry said weakly. Hermione laughed.

"And why did Dobby come and visit you at that time of night?" she asked.

"He needs your help." Harry started. Hermione's eyes lit up, and Ron groaned as she cut Harry off, excitedly.

"Really? Is it the other house elves? Have they come around? Do they want the same as he and Winky now? Oh Harry that's wonderful!"

"No Hermione, he wants romance advice." Ron silenced her, wild laughter burning in his eyes, as he fought to keep it down. Hermione appeared to be slightly put out, but only for a moment. She regained her composition, and they took their seats at the Gryffindor table, Ron pulling the large plate of bacon and eggs towards him hungrily.

"Romance advice?" she asked, a little confused, though determined not to say something that would undermine her fight for Elfish rites and make Ron mock her continuously. "Why?"

"Dobby," Harry said, "Is in love with Winky."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Really? That's wonderful! Wouldn't that be good for the campaign! I mean, think about it! There would be loads of publicity! Elfish wedding at Hogwarts!"

"Hermione, forget about SPEW for a moment, will you?" Ron said, his mouth full with scrambled eggs. Hermione winced. "Dobby's trying to act like me and Harry because he thinks that we're, er, how did he put it Harry?" Ron continued, spraying a light coating of eggs on Harry from across the table as he let out a laugh.

"Ladies men?"

Hermione wiped her coat rather obviously, as Ron swallowed, cringing as he said the last two words. Harry sniggered.

"Yes Ron, you're such a role model." Harry laughed, and Hermione gave a small smile. Ron rolled his eyes at them.

"So he wants me to help him?" Hermione said, giving a slight grin at the idea. Harry snorted.

"Yeah, I told him that it wasn't really my area of expertise." Ginny walked in the hall at that exact moment, and being with her had not made Harry any less awkward. At these words, he proceeded to take an abnormally large gulp of water and spill it right down his front.

"You've got that right." Laughed Hermione, as Harry turned red, and she whisked away the water from his robes with a swish of her wand. "Sure, I'll go down and see him at the kitchens, I have a free period first up anyway."

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Dobby spent the entire morning looking over at Winky. The other house elves shook their heads at him sadly, when they caught him. None said anything. It wasn't in the nature of a house elf to pry and poke for information. It wasn't, however, in a house elf's nature to fall madly in love, and that was just what Dobby had done.

He often made a lot of mistakes when he was placed serving the same table as Winky. He liked, on these mornings, to serve the Slytherin table, which he didn't mind messing up so much as had he been on the Gryffindors.

Winky had also changed a lot in the last few months. Her large eyes weren't surrounded with as large a circles, and their brilliant blue colour blinked about innocently. She was drinking less and less, and only once every so often would see go back on the butterbeer, and leave herself in the care of Dobby once again. Her tiny plaid skirt and her little white blouse were properly washed and pressed, a present from Dobby, who had laundered them himself. She also wore two pale blue ribbons, tied loosely around her ears, like a schoolgirl wearing pigtails, a Christmas present from Dobby. The same year she had presented him with a small necklace she had made out of butterbeer corks. He treasured it, and it was hung around his neck underneath his jumper. He felt for it, every so often, to make sure that it was still there, hanging loosely next to his heart.

Dobby watched Winky, as she presented a plateful of toast to send up to the Hufflepuff table. As a result, he found that the pitcher of orange juice he was holding was dribbling down his front. He groaned inwardly, and let out a little squeak of apology, the other house elves using their own magic to mop up the mess that it had made on his jumper, tutting impatiently.

"Dobby is sorry." He repeated, over and over again. The other house elves didn't seem to notice much. This was something of a morning ritual here in the kitchens. Dobby would wake up, from dreaming all night about Winky. They would cook breakfast. He would burn the sausages because he was paying too much attention to Winky, on the other side of the room, grilling the kippers. They would recook them gracefully. They had actually gotten into the habit to cooking twice as many sausages, just to allow for the now traditional delay.

Then the students would begin to arrive. Dobby would have to send the knives and forks up to the tables above. He wouldn't concentrate enough, as Winky would be rushing around scouting out serviettes. Once he was so distracted, and his magic so inaccurate that he sent the spoons raining down on them all, pelting the heads of the tiny elves like heavy, silver hailstones. That time it had been much harder to brush it away as a phase and forgive.

This morning, however, was no different to any other. The spillage of the orange juice was actually quite remarkable, compared to the rest of Dobby's record. At any rate, watching his smitten mistakes was in a way, a form of entertainment in the house elves regularly monotonous lives. They couldn't admit truthfully that they hated it completely; even if they did still support large round bumps on their already knobbly heads.

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