Hello, darlings! Here's the next chapter. I know that it's hideously short, but it's just a prelude. You can expect a much much longer chappie in a few days!
As Ginny sneaked down through the halls of Hogwarts, she fought off the urge to laugh. It was far too much like one of those Muggle spy movies she and Harry had seen over the last summer for her to take herself seriously. She was swathed in Harry's invisibility cloak and was headed off for the kitchens. She'd had the positively brilliant idea of getting the houselves to put the potion in Harry's drink goblet in the morning.
She reached the picture of the fruit bowl that Fred and George had described to her, and tickled the pear on its round, green belly. The painting swung open, revealing the bustling kitchen. Heavenly smells wafted toward Ginny as she stepped through, and she was tempted to delay her mission for just a little while to try some of the delicious food that was just waiting for the hungry mouths of the morning.
But she denied herself. There was work to be done. Quickly, she scanned the vast room for the tower of knit hats she knew she would find Dobby under.
After quite a search, she found the little elf struggling to lift a huge platter of scrambled eggs that was twice his size. She picked up the platter for him, placing it where he directed. Once she had set it down, she turned to him with a smile.
"Hello, Dobby," she said.
Dobby touched a hat as close to the top of the tower as he could reach. "Evening, Miss Wheezy. Can Dobby do anything to help you?" Dobby had always refused to call Ginny anything other than 'Miss Wheezy.' It irked her to no end, because Hermione was always referred to as 'Harry Potter's Lady.' Obviously, Dobby couldn't see the intense romantic connection between herself and Harry.
"Yes, thank you, Dobby," Ginny replied politely. She produced the little vial of 'No touchy-touchy' potion, as she had come to call it affectionately. "I would like you to put a few drops of this into Harry's pumpkin juice in the morning, please."
Dobby peered at the vial suspiciously. "What exactly is this potion, Miss Wheezy?" he asked, looking up at her with narrowed eyes.
Ginny huffed, exasperated. "It is a Pepper-Up Potion," she lied. "He refuses to take it voluntarily, but he's been feeling rather ill lately. You will put some in the juice, won't you, Dobby?"
Dobby looked hesitant. "Well, Dobby knows that Harry Potter needs to feel well at all times."
"Yes, that's just it, Dobby. This will make Harry's life much better." Ginny spoke what she thought of as the truth.
Dobby seemed deep in thought for a long moment, then took the vial out of Ginny's hand. "Dobby will put a few drops in the juice. Thank you for dropping in, Miss Wheezy. Dobby appreciates your concern for Harry Potter's health." The obvious and abrupt dismissal caught Ginny off-guard. She stood unblinking for a few moments before realizing that the little elf had gone.
"Well," she said simply. She turned tail and left the kitchen, fully satisfied that The Plan was coming along perfectly.
Yes, yes, horridly boring and all that jazz. I know. It's bad. Review and be ready for chap 3 soon soon soon!
Violet Kefira