Sitting alone in the Middle of the Forbidden Forest, on a large, moonlight-highlighted boulder, was a young fairy named Misty. Her hair was long and trailed down to her waist in sweet, blonde locks and her eyes glistened red and bewitching. From nearby, there was a short yelping noise, as Dobby the house elf rushed from out of some bushes, entangled in fine shrubbery.
He noticed Misty and his eyes seemed to bulge. "Hello there, mistress of fine beauty. Why do you sit outside, alone?" he asked in a squeaky voice.
The fairy grinned cheekily. "All around—I've travelled far—amazing distances I've come to pass. Climbing hills and swimming seas and searching burrows as well as leaves. I do venture everywhere, quicker than the fastest hare. I do serve the fairy queen and bring her favours such as gin. I spread the dew as I go and free the waters from their steady flows. I must leave crystals on every petal of every plant in this feral. I must do this for my queen, Nymph," she added, smiling meekly.
"Oh, miss," Dobby's voice rose ever higher, "the fairy king is moody and it would be wise to keep out his way. He's angry with his misses, for she has captured the first Gobble-de-gook and he demands it for his own. Lupe is angry and he's letting it show—four fairies he has now blasted from their toes!" Dobby exclaimed, as he jumped on the spot.
The fairy stood up and moved over towards Dobby, bending down so her hair dropped onto his head. "Am I wrong in thinking this? Please correct me and do dismiss but may I be safe to say, that you the famous house elf, Dobby? Freed from a sock by the hand of the good Harry Potter and then employed by the great Head Master, of the school that is so fondly positioned behind these trees, where you don't work for mere pennies. And is it true that whenever you touch the milk, it turns sour from strict and painful guilt? And is it true that at night, you steal students hats and then take flight?"
Dobby stood back in mock amazement. "You are right, Dobby is me—Head house elf in the Hogwarts kitchens. At night when all the children sleep I wonder the castle and grounds, as I keep, each and every place so neat. Then I travel to these here woods, to meet with Lupe and bring his goods. I tell him jokes and bring him wine and do his bidding till ten past five," the house elf grinned as the fairy twirled around him. "Here he comes, in all his splendour—best be going, as a favour."
Misty bounced lightly in the air, "as that I would have done if you had said sooner but here comes my mistress from the sauna."
Lupe strolled into the clearing, ignoring the presence of Dobby and Misty and instead, glared at Nymph, "you, you," he pointed and stammered, "being proud is a sin in some peoples books," he shouted.
Nymph, beauty with pink hair, clacked her tongue and tutted through her teeth. "Poor jealous, Lupe. Just because I got it first!"
"Lost cause, women!" he shouted, "am I not your lord?"
Her eyes slit. "Then I must be your lady," she twisted herself around and began to circle him, "we go on separate holidays and when I come back, I find you have not the whole story and that you have given consent to the stars and all above," she stopped in front of him, her hair swaying with glitter, "poor Tonks to be married to that! Especially after what you and she," her voice broke off and an image of Remus appeared and faded beside her.
"For shame, Nymph," he spat, "I know what you did."
"Jealousy, jealousy and more jealousy," she repeated, her voice increasing as she spoke. "I have but shared my life and love with you for centauries. Everything that is mine becomes yours. I gave you the sea and the rivers. I gave you the sun and the stars and I passed you the life of freedom and immortality. Why should I not have something of my own?"
"Do not cross me," his voice was steady but fluctuating with anger. "I want nothing but that amazing creature!"
"Then keep wanting," her short dress whipped around in the breeze.
Lupe looked her in the eyes, as though trying to torment her. "How long do you intend to stay in these woods?" he muttered.
"I will stay for the wedding and nothing more. When the moon is at its fullest I shall leave this grove," she looked up into the sky and the twinkling stars caught her eyes.
Lupe glared at Nymph and then loosened his voice. "Give me that creature and I will leave with you and travel over the lands and seas, as you will do."
"Not for the world itself," her eyes flashed angrily, "come fairy companions," several faces appeared in the bushes and then faded again, "we shall rest by mother willow."
Lupe growled and he swirled his body over to where Dobby was standing. "Then go but be warned, I shall but your faults to right before the end of this solemn night," he looked down at Dobby but continued to speak. "Dobby, Dobby—my faithful friend. Do you remember when we stared out at sea and listened to the mermaid sing?"
"Dobby does remember, sir."
His eyes looked perspective. "And do you remember how cupid dropped his arrow below our feet and spread the herb that makes people fall in love with the first being that gets caught in their sight—be them beauty or full of fright?" Dobby nodded in response, "then find this plant and bring it me."
"It will be done, my great, sir. I shall go swiftly like the wings of a bird," and with a very sharp crack, he disappeared out of sight.
Lupe smirked to himself. "I shall watch my sleeping beauty and drop the juice from the herb into her eyes and the next thing that she does see, will become her lover—rather than me. Be it a bear, dog or goose, she'll want to be with him in her soul love," he sighed but then bolted stiffly, "but who is this that comes here? To them I am invisible and will overhear."
Draco was thrashing his hands about in front of himself, as Hermione followed him with her arms opened wide. Her face showed a look of adoration and it was obvious that no herb was needed for her to be in love with him.
Draco turned around abruptly and glared at her, "stop bloomin' following me woman!" he shouted and Lupe moved away from the angry pair, "where is that evil Weasel and my fairest moon? I will kill the redhead and bed the other, as soon as she realises how much I love her."
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco but he pushed her away. "Your gorgeous, you hard-hearted snake. Why will you not leave her be and fall for me?"
Draco snorted as he continued to walk forward. "Have I ever called you attractive? Have I ever named you good looking? I don't love you for goodness sakes. Get over it."
"But, Draco—we are meant to be," she rested her head on his shoulder and then crouched to the floor, "I'll be your slave. I'll do whatever you want, just say you love me and I will destroy the world."
Draco shook his head. "You make me puke when I see your face."
"And I am sick when I do not look upon yours."
Draco became impatient and pushed her away as she stood up. "I could kill you here and nobody would ever know," he muttered under his breath but she appeared to have heard him.
"Then permit yourself to do it," she began, "I love you," she repeated the line several time, "I would die."
"That's it. Leave me alone or I shall leave you to be eaten by the troll," he shook his head and began to walk away from her, strolling in large circles.
"Run. Leave me, but I promise you that I shall follow," she cooed, her hair blew into his face and Draco swept it away.
"If you do follow me, I will do mischief in the wood," Hermione giggled extremely girl-like.
She closed in on him, "then I best start following," he pushed her away and he sped his feet again, "Draco, do not run from me! I cannot fight for love," she went to reach for her wand but then decided against it. Draco vanished past some towering trees, "I will follow you and if you do field me, then it shall be by the hand I love."
Hermione vanished the same way as Draco had gone and Lupe paced around for a moment, his hand resting along his chin. He looked up at the sky and a small smile spread across his thin lips.
"Do well, fair wonderer. I will cure him of his hate," Lupe spoke to the now-gone Hermione. Dobby fell from the sky, his hands clutching a black flower, "Dobby, my friend—you have the flower in your hand."
"Yes, Mr Lupe, Sir," Dobby handed his master the plant, "as perfect as the seaside's sand."
Lupe ripped the plant in half and handed the larger side back to Dobby. "Take theses petals and venture on, to the greenest bank where there is plenty bird song. Where there lies a sweat girl, who fawns upon a man who does not love her so. Spread the tears of this plant in his eyes, so that when he wakes, he shall no longer pass her by. Be sure that you get the right couple true, for more than one love in this forest, passes through."
"Fear not, sir—your Dobby will do good and save these lovers in the wood."
Lupe, clutching the part of the flower that he had in his hand, ventured through the forest where Nymph had walked through. Dobby walked crab-like in the direction of Hermione and Draco, as he licked his lips and smelt the plant.