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Chapter 7: Interlude
(A/N: This takes place the night after Ginny's prank, the night before Hannah's)
""Ok, but, in the mean time, I think we should ask Dobby to help us with something for Snape tonight." Said Hermione with very creepy gleam in her eyes. If the girls weren't on her side, they would be very scared right about now."
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It took Hermione six hand made hats, and seventeen mismatched socks before Dobby finally agreed to help the girls. Yet even then he only did it because Hermione was "bestest friends being with the great Harry Potter sir!"
So the girls had managed to get Dobby to pop in and out of Snapes quarters a couple of times to wake him up. First, at 2:19am then at 4:51am. He was told to inform Snape every time he woke him up that the Gulping Plimpies made him do it.
The girls decided to wait for Dobby in the room of requirement, so he could pop back up there after each time he woke Snape so he could tell the girls what happened. They didn't care how much sleep they would lose tonight.
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Our lovely potions professor had finally fallen asleep around midnight that night. He could not fall asleep before then, for every time he would close his eyes the images of the headmaster and the youngest Weasley advancing on him with all sorts of unknown things from the Weasley twins store would constantly pop into his mind. He would have nightmares for weeks thanks to those two.
He was in the middle of a wonderful dream where he finally succeeded in getting Potter expelled and had him quivering at the end of his wand in terror. Oh, what a marvelous dream. When suddenly every torch and candle in his bed chambers lit, and the curtains around his bed were thrown wide open.
Opening his eye a crack, he could vaguely see a very brave house elf. For anyone that would dare wake him in such a manner had to be brave, or extremely stupid. Perhaps the latter would be more fitting.
Just as he was reaching for his wand, he noticed it was not on his bedside table. It was in that damn elf's hand!
"Professor Snape be an EVIL wizard! And I's been made to wake hims up by the Gulping Plimpies! They mades me! They mades me do it!" Dobby screamed inches from Snapes face.
He then lifted Snapes wand, and before extinguishing lights, a large puff of red shot from the tip of his wand, and he caught of glimpse of thousands of little red hearts that showered over the man still in bed. He would find those damn hearts in his hair and bed for days.
The hearts were Dobbys own idea, but he thought the girls would find it funny as well.
Finally realizing what the hell had just happened to him, Snape vowed to find this house elf tomorrow and do something terrible to him. He couldn't think of what to do just yet, he was still half asleep. Even if he could, he never took enough notice of a house elf, so he had no idea WHICH elf to murder. However that wouldn't stop him, if need be he'd kill every last one of them.
It was over two hours later when Snape was yet again yanked rudely away from another nice dream. That damn elf was standing beside his bed once more, and again, had his wand.
Snape lunged for the poor house elf. But, Dobby being quite awake and Snape, well, not, he easily avoided the sleepy professor.
Dobby was beginning to have quite a lot of fun with this. He was happy he let Miss Hermione talk him into doing this, for this professor was always mean to the 'greatest wizard Harry Potter, sirs!' But, of course would never say that to the professor. He didn't want Harry Potter or Miss Hermione to risk getting in trouble.
Standing on Snape's large dresser, Dobby was quite out of reach so he was finally able to say, "Most EVIL professor Snape will never catch a house elf! He is far too slow! But, I's telling you! The GULPING PLIMPIES is making me! If you's be nice, they wouldn't tells me no more!"
This time, before the lights went out, a large jet of ice cold water poured from Snapes wand, drenching said professor. Now, not only was he pissed, but he was cold and wet, in the dark, with his wand still out of reach on his dresser.
If this was any indication, today was going to be an awful day.
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It took Dobby more than ten minutes to get his laughter under control before he was able to recall what he had done for the girls.
After Dobby left, the girls all agreed. Dobby deserved FAR more than six hats and seventeen socks. The girls vowed to get him so many socks, he would have new ones everyday for the rest of his life, or depending on how long his life was, for the rest of the girls lives.