Dobby and Hagrid had now been happily dating for a few months now, and although their relationship remained only slightly distant due to size differences and its inherent secretive nature, they were a happy couple.
"Master Hagrid," Dobby murmured suddenly one day. "Dobby has a confession to tell Master Hagrid..."
"Anythin', Dobby," Hagrid said lovingly, one eye on his lover and the other on his Magical Creatures book.
"Dobby believes Dobby may be pregnant," Dobby stated clearly while trying to burrow into one of Hagrid's massive cushions.
"Wha-" Hagrid spluttered. "By- me?"
"No," Dobby said, staring up at his clasped fingers from his headstand. "By Dumbledore." Tears welled in his orb-like eyes and dripped onto the couch, blurring his view of Hagrid, who was hastily slopping liquid down his front.
"Thas' grea', Dobby," Hagrid bellowed.
Dobby peered up at Hagrid. "Hagrid is... not mad?" he asked hesitantly.
"Arrrr," Hagrid bellowed.
"It was from before we were together," Dobby said plainly.
Hagrid passed out in what Dobby saw was happiness, causing tears of joy to override the tears of sorrow from his eyes.
Dobby righted himself and stared down at his swelling stomach. It would only be right to inform Dumbledore of the incoming child.
Heaving himself dexterously to his long, muscular feet, he set off for the silhouetted castle against the sunrise.
(And here our story ends! For now. The continuation is in my other story, which is entitled "Dumbledore's One Love."
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