It was a casual evening for most people. Not Dobby though. He was excitedly putting on all of his My Chemical Romance emo shit. He was going to see them perform tonight on one of the biggest stages in Britain. Dobby was just putting on his black hightop converse when Harry Potter, his owner walked into his room.
"Dobby?" Harry confusedly looked at the emo house elf. "I-I-" Dobby stammered, shyly. "I-its not what it looks like, master..." He felt his pants begin to feel tight around his genitalia. Harry threw a sock at his huge bulge. "Disgusting. Imagine that. I, Harry Potter, the chosen one having an EMO for a FUCKING HOUSE ELF" Dobbys eyes started to tear up. "HOW AM I GOING TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY WHEN I HAVE YOU?!?!? WHERE DID YOU EVEN LEARN ABOUT THIS EMO BULL SHIT?!?!?!?!!!!"
Dobby sighed. I found them in... master Dracos study, sir.." Harry's eyes twitched. "You mean to tell me.. my HUSBAND, DRACO FUCKING MALFOY IS A FUCKING EMO" Harry grabbed dobby by the ear and dragged him out of the house. "FUCK YOU, FUCK MALFOY, AND FUCK YOUR STUPID FUCKING GERARD FUCKING WAY FUCKING EMO BULL FUCKING SHIT"
He slammed the door as it began to rain softly. Dobby sat there, on the front steps, cold from the weather. His emo makeup slowly washed off as the rain began to pound harder. Dobby sighed. No way master Harry would really get rid of him... no! That's impossible... master Harry will still love him even if he is emo. Dobby decided to just take a bus to the concert so he could enjoy it.
