A/N: Hey everybody! Sorry for the long wait. I could give you many an excuse, but I was just unsure about the contents of this chapter. It ends a bit abruptly, but I wanted to get this out to ya'll. I can promise that the next chappie will include some more action and the reintroduction of a couple characters. Enjoy.
What the hell?
"I think you broke them, Dobby. And since 'Mione can't hear me at the moment...call me 'master' again and I'll cut your ears off."
"But...since you are my master, then I'll call you master." Dobby replied with a sly smile spreading across his face.
Harry growled as Hermione began to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around the room.
"I've just had the strangest dream, Dobby. Harry was back and you were speaking normally. No offense, of course."
"None taken. I know we house elves tend to be rather dense when it comes to the English language."
"Yeah..." a low voice growled in her ear, drawing her attention to the strong arms wrapped around her. Not to mention the...uh...wand underneath her bum. "And I hope Harry's back. 'Cause if not, then that would mean you're sitting on another man's lap...and I'd just hate to have to kill some poor fucker in a fit of blinding jealously."
With a slight squeal, Hermione whipped her head around to stare into a familiar pair of silvery green eyes. She relaxed instantly as she remembered where she was. That relaxation quickly vanished when she turned her hard gaze back to a suddenly wary Dobby.
"Oh shit, gotta go!" the elf declared with a sharp crack.
--oo00HPR00oo--
"Filthy half-blood!" bellowed an irate Draco Malfoy as he stormed into his ancestral home. After his parents had been 'accidentally' caught with friendly fire during a DE raid, young Draco had quickly assumed control of the family. Since then, he'd taken his father's place in Voldemort's inner circle. That had opened a treasure trove of information for him. Utilizing the qualities that had forced the Hogwarts sorting hat to put him in Slytherin house with, just a minuscule look, he quickly learned almost every vital fact about every high-ranking Death Eater. This happened to include the dark lord himself.
The history of Tom Marvollo Riddle was known completely by three people. These were Tom Riddle himself, Albus Dumbledore, and now...Draco Malfoy. Voldemort's blood status was a source of constant irritation for the Slytherin prince. To think...a pureblood of his social status was taking orders form a fucking half-blood bastard child!
"Bad meeting?" The lilting voice of his girlfriend drew Draco's attention to the second floor balcony. Ginny Weasley sent him a seductive smile as she gracefully descended the stairs. They'd secretly gotten together not long after she'd graduated from Hogwarts. She was a great boon to his cause, 'leaking' info on the Order of the Phoenix's activities and plans. He'd never really asked why she was helping his side, but had assumed it had something to do with a failed deal of the wizened old headmaster's design...based on her occasional grumblings. But, whatever the reason really was, he didn't care.
"I'm just sick and bloody tired of cow-towing to that filth. It's beneath me, as a pureblood and head of the Malfoy family to grovel before a half-blood. I should just destroy him and be done with it."
"Don't be daft." admonished the fiery red-head as she draped her arms around his neck and pressed her petite body against him. "He is still powerful, regardless of his blood status. Too powerful for you."
"I know dammit! But I've just about reached the end of my patience. Something needs to be done. The pureblood movement should be lead by a pureblood."
"True, and it will be. You just need to control yourself. His end will come soon enough."
"And how do you know that?"
"I've recently had a rather enlightening conversation with my brother. Apparently, Harry Potter has escaped from Azkaban."
Draco released small moan as her soft lips grazed his neck. Her purr of arousal was steadily melting most of his tension. "And what does that mean? Do you think that scar-head can stop the dark lord?"
"No. No I don't. However, I believe that they will be able to weaken each other. Enough for you to kill them both. Voldemort knows the prophecy about Harry. He believes that Harry is the only one who can destroy him. This helps you in several ways."
Her subtle grinding was diverting blood flow from Draco's brain. Enough remained, however, to give him the mental faculties to ask "What...ways...are those?"
"Mmmmm...Voldemort will not worry about anyone else. He's become overconfident in the last five years. He's soft. You're not...in more ways than one. With Potter free, he'll begin to let fear rule his actions, which will make him sloppy."
"Which will lead to his downfohhh..." his statement was interrupted by a delicate thrust of Ginny's hips, which put more pressure on his remaining 'tension'.
"Yessss..." she hissed in reply, "which will give you your chance to destroy the two of them. To finish this and gain your rightful place, the timing must be purrrfect."
A growl slipped from his throat as she purred against this pulse point. Sliding his hands down and cupping her rear, he picked her up and carried her to his room. Needless to say, the Malfoy house elves were about to have a mess to clean up.
--oo00HPR00oo--
"Oi! Anyone home?" bellowed a head of vibrant red hair from Hermione's fire place. A sharp crack answered him as Dobby popped into view.
"Yes, Wheezey twin. Dobby is here. What can Dobby be doing for yous?"
Before the head could answer, Hermione's voice sounded from the direction of the kitchen.
"Dobby...get your arse back in here!"
"Ooh...it appears as though our dear miss Granger is a might upset."
"Oh yes. Miss 'Mione is quite angry with Dobby. Did yous want to be coming through?"
"Against my better judgment, yeah." a second later, the twins stepped from the emerald flames. They followed the wary elf out of the sitting room and into the kitchen. The two burst out laughing when they saw Sirius out on the floor, his legs hanging over his head. Their laughter halted when the third occupant of the room, seated comfortably under Hermione's rear.
"Well bugger me sideways..."
"And call me Sally."
"Sorry boys..." the man rumbled, laughter evident in his deep voice. "but wasn't in prison long enough for that to be appealing."
"Harry!" the twins cried happily, rushing over and pulling Harry to his feet, which resulted in Hermione falling on her butt. Harry, ensconced in a stereo Weasley bear hug, could only watch as the steadily angrier woman slowly got up.
"Uh...guys?" when they looked up at him, he tilted his head in Hermione's direction. Looking over, the twins immediately blanched and ducked behind Harry's wide frame.
"Okay..." Hermione started, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, "I suggest that everybody have a seat. You too, Dobby."
The elf in question, who had been slowly tip-toeing from the room, sighed and went to his specially made chair as the others took their seats. Hermione enervated Sirius who groggily got to his feet and sat down heavily in his vacated chair.
"Now...I do believe you have some explaining to do."
"All he did was let us through the wards. Surely you can't be angry at him for that." declared Fred, only to be silenced by the harsh glare sent his way.
"Dobby..."
"Fine. Fine. Bloody hell you're a scary woman." Dobby said with an exasperated sigh. "When a house elf bonds to a single master, our personalities change depending on the person. When the wizard or witch in question sees us as simple servants, and most do even if they treat us well, then wes be speaking wrong sos that wes won't be seeming equal. Howecer, then the person sees as equals, our speech becomes much better."
"So why are you so brash?"
"Hey, that isn't my fault. Ask your bloody chair. His personality is what mine is based off of."
"Wait a bloody minute here." demanded Harry as Sirius enervated the twins, "Why didn't you break me out of Azkaban, and don't say I didn't..."
"You didn't ask."
"Dammit."