The Protector.

Mischief Managed.

Weeks had gone by. Arthur still couldn't look Dobby in the eye, let alone acknowledge him. He felt so ashamed, so wrong. He had always been a faithful and adoring husband to Molly and he didn't want to change that now. Arthur was restless. He couldn't sleep at night without the encounter playing in his mind over and over again. Dobby however was loving every second. He adored watching Arthur try to resist locking eyes with him again and watching him casually place his arm over his crotch whenever Dobby was near as if he wouldn't notice.

Arthur had received news one morning that Molly and the rest of the family had decided to take a trip out into Hogsmeade. Arthur saw no issue with this at first, that was until Molly suggested that he stay home and try and get some rest. Unfortunately, he was too polite to refuse her orders. "Fine, i'll stay" Arthur reluctantly muttered to himself. Deep down he felt guilty that Molly was completely clueless to what had been causing all of his sleepless nights.

The new day had swiftly arrived and Molly and the rest of the family had already headed out before Arthur had woken up. Arthur enthusiastically jumped into his shabby old slippers, excited to have the house to himself. Or so he thought. He raced down the stairs with joy racing through his system. That euphoria was cut short when he saw who was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Dobby.

The once innocent and obedient house elf found himself feeling increasingly mischievous.  He had never had this power or control over people's emotions before, he was the one normally being controlled. "Master Weasley" Dobby said with a wide grin on his face "You can't avoid me forever Sir". Arthur was silent. He couldn't believe the words coming out of Dobby's mouth. "A-avoiding you?" Arthur awkwardly chuckled "That's absurd Dobby!". Dobby saw right through him. "Master Weasley, I know what I do to you" Dobby paused basking in the red glow on Arthur's cheeks. "Master Weasley there's no point denying anymore" Dobby laughed "I know that isn't your wand in your trouser pocket".  Arthur was completely frozen in shock. Dobby moved in closer, Arthur could feel his warm breath against his bare knees. "D-Dobby please" Arthur moaned "You know we can't do this". Dobby was filled with adrenaline and lust, he didn't care what Arthur said, he wanted him. He slowly climbed up onto the rickety old oak table, he was now level with Arthur's crusty lips.

It felt as if what followed happened in slow motion. Dobby gently caressed Arthur's cheek, melting him into a puddle. Their lips then crashed together in a euphoric display of passion and lust. "Oh god" Arthur stammered, collecting himself after that steamy exchange "What have we done!".