The Protector.

Awkward Encounters.

The world was asleep. A melodic breeze dancing through the air was the only sound to be heard. Unlike the rest of the world at this time, Arthur Weasley was wide awake. He had got his hand on this exiting new muggle concoction that Hermione had gifted him. Coffee. Arthur, being the curious man he is, drank cup after cup. He could not get enough of the stuff. Hermione did warn him of the effects but that just seemed to make him more determined to drink as much as possible.

Arthur decided that there was no way he was going to get any sleep now so decided to go on an adventure round the house. He basked in the glorious silence that rang throughout his home. It was the Christmas break so all of his children were back home with him, along with Harry and the rest of their home-made family. This meant that in the day time, the house was filled with an orchestra of voices, laughter and sometimes the occasional argument.

Arthur trotted on into the kitchen blissfully unaware when all of a sudden the gentle flickering of a candle flame caught his eye. 'Oh, typical old me' Arthur thought to himself, 'I must have forgot to blow this out'. He proceeded to approach the flame with the intent of extinguishing it when all of a sudden he heard the gentle patter of feet against the cold stone floor. He began to survey his surroundings well all of a sudden- "Master Weasley!"a croaky voice exclaimed, stopping Arthur in his tracks. "Dobby!"Arthur sighed with relief. "Forgive me Master Weasley! Dobby did not intend to scare you. Dobby has been a bad elf!" said Dobby, his voice trembling as he spoke. Arthur was about to reassure Dobby that he had done no harm when Dobby suddenly exclaimed "Master must punish Dobby! Dobby is a bad elf".

Arthur could not contain himself. His face suddenly felt warm and flushed, he could feel the red blush swarming his cheeks. He felt so wrong, he knew Dobby was only being innocent but something about the way he said those words did something to him. He tried to form a sentence to break the harsh silence that had filled the room "I- um-Dobby that-that-isn't necessary". Dobby looked confused. "Master- why is your wand in your trousers pocket?". Then it hit Arthur. He had gone too far. "Um-sorry Dobby-ah-you must excuse me-i'll see you in the morning-good-goodbye"

Arthur had never felt more disgusting in his life. Dobby on the other hand, he'd never felt more alive. Something snapped inside of him. He wasn't as innocent as Arthur had foolishly thought. He loved the effect he had on him. Dobby lusted to turn Arthur into that blushing and shy man again....and he would.