Dobby, the bad Elf.

The next morning

It was all just a dream. You thought as you sat at the breakfast table.

The malfoys' were stinkin' rich, so like all stinkin' rich people they ate in a different room per meal. Since it was the morning and it was time for breakfast, they sat and ate in the breakfast room.

The breakfast room was musty.

The room itself almost looked crunchy.
The wallpaper was old and the glue behind it was cracking. (Which made the room look crusty).
The shelves were dusty and the room's atmosphere felt moist. Long silver curtains drew from the ceiling.

You look up from you empty place mat to see a sleepy, blonde boy waddle into the room and take the seat across from you. Right behind him was a taller man, who looked like Malibu Barbie and Jason Isaacs's old man love child.

"Good morning," he said in a sleepy mid evil tone. He looks up at you as he takes his seat next to the boy. "Sleep well?" He raises an eyebrow.
Your cheeks glow red. It's almost as if he knows that you had a dream about being with Dobby, and doing unmentionable things to his toes.

You try to respond but before you get the chance -

Bing, Bang, Clang, BONK.
You heard a loud noise in the distance.

You immediately stand up, and the Malfoy family gives you curious glances.

You look to your left to see a little distressed elf stumble in the room.

"Dobby is oh so very sorry master,". You begin to sweat. The last time you heard Dobby say master he was calling you the name as you were on your knees.

You sat back down into your seat.

"Dobby will go get breakfast in a quciky." He continued.

A Quickey that's all you wanted.

As the small elf waddled out of the room you felt a odd feeling. A new feeling. You had butterflies yet it wasn't in your stomach, no no. It was in yo kitty cooter. That's a wap. You thought to yourself as you repositioned yourself in your chair.

The blonde haired boy gave you a weird glance. You look away from him. You get déjà vu as your eyes fixate on the long silver curtains. You remember you're dream from last night.

Dobby's panties.

BANG! The little house elf returned into the breakfast room. The door flung open making the loud bang.

He severed the blond kid with the bowl cut first.

"Here master Draco," he put the plate in front of the kid who box bleached his hair.

Then he came around the table.

"And for you Ms. y/l/n." You get butterflies (in your actual stomach this time).

When Dobby left you felt a sort of weight lifted off your shoulders, but you can't wait for the next time you two meet again.