Our Darling D [book 2]

chapter 3

Im so sorry yall its the last week of school and just ao you know im 12 so it is hard to write a whole intire 2 books thanks for being patient im posting 2 chapters right now

Draco looked around at the small room, scrutinizing it and taking in the details. Dobby had invited him, Pansy and Blaise into his room by the kitchens but he was the only one able to attend. It was small and minimalist and Draco was certain the Malfoy sheds were bigger than the room.

"Where be Lady Pansy and Lord Blaise?" Dobby asked as he entered jovially, ears flapping. Draco smiled as the elf gave way to a floating tray which stopped in front of the table. The trio's favourite pastries gently rearranged themselves on the table. Draco immediately placed a slice of apple pie on a plate.

"They're attending their lessons." Draco answered. "They needed to show the Professors how much they improved and such."

"Dobby be curious!!" Dobby said, eyes brightening. The house elf was present from the very first spark of magic of the Trio and had been very supportive of their magical endeavours in the Manor. (It lead to a certain number of pranks that they agreed didn't happen.)

"Pansy already has magical and non-magical tools mastered. I think more than half of it. Blaise has been mastering spells wandlessly and trying to maintain it for a certain amount of time."

Dobby soaked the information in, pride clear in his face. It was as if it's yesterday that Lady Pansy threw an adult sized sword when she was three and Lord Blaise to activate random magic spells just by sneezing. (It was during pollen season, and was a nightmare. The Zabini house elves were still talking about it to this day).

"How about Young Master Draco?"

Draco sighed, accepting the title even after countless times he said not to call him that anymore. Old habits cannot be killed easily, it seems. What was that muggle phrase Hermione taught him again? Old habits die agonizingly slow.

"Well, I can create Potions better now and I can intern with Madam Pomfrey more to improve my healing skills. We have a new Healer at the Manor, by the way. They're scared stiff when presented by a broken arm."

"Broken arm!?!" Dobby squeaked, alarmed.

"Not my broken arm," Draco rushed to say, placating the house elf. "It was the gardener's. He fell off a tree and his arm bent the wrong way."

Dobby grimaced at the thought of the gardener House elf but then remembered he was very rude so Dobby dismissed the thought.

"Liffy be rude with Dobby, he deserves broken arm."

Draco chuckled at that, before nibbling on a biscuit. "I don't think someone deserves a broken arm, Dobby."

Dobby harrumphed.

Seeing knitting materials gathered at one corner of the room, (seriously the Slytherin dormitory bathroom is bigger than this), Draco gestured to it.

"I take it that you have time to knit now?"

"Yes!!" Dobby squealed, snapping his fingers and the knitting needles moved by itself. "Dobby likes knitting. Molly Weasley gifted them to Dobby! Master Sirius said so!"

Hearing that, Draco was glad his cousin visited Dobby. For sure, Professor Lupin already filled him in on what happened. He was curious why Dobby didn't accept the couple's invitation to live with them. He can only assume that Cousin Siri hired Dobby for something. Otherwise, there wasn't any reason to say stay in Hogwarts.

Seeing a small fireplace, Draco pointed at it. "Is that connected to the Floo, Dobby?"

"Dobby registered it by himself!!" Dobby announced proudly. "Dobby be signing contracts and everything."