Disclaimer: this all belongs to the wonderful, talented, JK Rowling. if it didn't i wouldn't be writing this fanfiction!
oh well...on with the story...enjoy
Harry had been up all night finishing his potions essay. When he finally went to bed, he left the essay on the table. He knew that nobody would dare steal from the head boy, and at least not the Boy-Who-Lived.
When he woke the next morning and stumbled down to the common room, he found that his essay was missing! He quickly interrogated everyone present in the common room and, after several minutes, realized his essay was gone for good. This was a bad thing for out boy hero, Snape told him that if he missed one more potion's assignment, he would fail for the year. Harry needed a top grade in the class if he wanted to continue his dream of being and Auror.
Harry didn't give up that easily, he returned to searching the common room for his beloved potion's essay. He interrogated some more Gryffindors and lost all hope again. He decided to dine in the kitchens instead of facing Hermione, who would scold him for leaving his homework out and tell him it was his own fault and he should face the consequences.
When he arrived in the kitchens, he asked for some breakfast and took a seat in the corner. It was while he was eating that Harry realized Dobby hadn't come to say hello to "Master Harry Potter, sir!" So, after finishing his bacon and eggs, Harry went around the kitchens searching for his elf-friend. It wasn't long before Harry found the elf, due to the fact that there weren't a lot of spots for an elf to hide in the open kitchen's of Hogwart's.
"Dobby," Harry asked squatting down beside his favorite House-Elf, "what are you doing all the way over here?"
"Harry Potter, sir. Dobby did not see you there sir," the jumpy elf said bowing.
"Dobby," Harry said looking over the elf's shoulder, "what are you doing with a cauldron and potions ingredients?"
"Nothing Harry Potter sir. Dobby is just working on something for Professor Dumbledore sir."
"Dobby, is that my essay?" Harry asked just now seeing the piece of parchment near the cauldron.
"Harry Potter must not be mad at Dobby. Dobby needed to know how to make a Love Potion, sir. You see, sir, Dobby really likes Winky, but Winky is not liking Dobby. So Dobby thought that if Dobby gave Winky some Love Potion then Winky would love Dobby back, sir! Dobby was going to return Master Harry Potter's homework before he woke but Dobby ran into some problems. Dobby is very sorry sir." the tiny elf squeaked, looking at the floor in shame.
"It's Ok Dobby; I'll forgive you under one condition."
"Anything Harry Potter, anything."
"Never take anything that doesn't belong to you and don't try and make a potion again. This one turned out even worse than Neville's."
"Yes Harry Potter sir, Dobby promises."
"Thank you Dobby."
And with that Harry left the kitchens, essay in hand and made his way down to potions leaving behind a love-sick elf.
FIN!