Dobnny microfic, i promised Hannah Kelce that Iβd send you this. I hope to hear your thoughts. Hope I made you laugh, or feel like multishipping Dobnny π₯Ί we are a small fandom but we are MIGHTY.
Dobbyβs Confession- by Dobnny anon (should I publish and put it on ao3. Fuck what if I do a moodboard. π³π³π³π³
Ginny had just came home to Grimmauld Place after six hours of grueling Quidditch practice. All she wanted was to shower and-
"Mistress Weasley, Iβve been waiting for you ever since Harry Potter has left to fetch some food from the grocery.β Dobby, her and Harry's elf friend, popped into the hallway of the abandoned Grimmauld Place.
"Hey Dobby, how are you? Did you find any trouble while Harry and I were gone?" Ginny asked him, knowing that Kreacher had tried to give the elf a hard time while they were away.
"Dobby is doing fine Miss Ginny. I just wanted to inform you that dinner is served in the bedroom tonight,β Dobby blushed furiously as he wrung his hands together.
Ginny blushed back, βUhm, Dobby I think you have things confused Iβm-
"Oh, but no, Mistress Weasley, the dinner is being served in the bedroom," Dobby insisted as he began taking off his sock and Ginny began to panic.
"Wait, wait, don't do that, Dobby. What I mean is... Oh, forget it," Ginny gave up, and sighed. She was going to have a serious talk with Harry about the elves when he got back.
"Dobby has a confession to make, it's been eating him up ever since he heard Master Harry say it," Dobby said as his ears began twitching.
"Harry said what?" Ginny asked.
"Master Harry says he is going to make you moan like a banshee.β
Of all things Ginny thought this was the last thing she would have expected to come out of the elf's mouth. She could only stand there dumbfounded as the elf continued.
"You see, Dobby heard you two the other night through the fireplace. When you were saying how much you enjoyed the feel of the tongue and teeth and then the way you were moaning and screaming. You sounded like you were having a really good time. Harry Potter seemed very proud of himself."
"I was not moaning," Ginny insisted, even though her cheeks were flaming red. "And Dobby, what I had with Harry, well, that is a private matter between me and Harry, and it's not appropriate for you to talk about it."
"Dobby is so sorry Mistress Weasley, but please do not punish Dobby, I just wanted to say that I canβt stop thinking of the words you spoke. It excited Dobby,β the elf confessed.
"You what?"
"Dobby wants to please his Mistress too," the elf said, wringing his hands.
Ginny was flabbergasted. This was by far the weirdest shit she had ever encountered, and she had dealt with a possessed fucked up diary back in first year.
"Uh, listen Dobby, you're a good elf, and I know that you are grateful to Harry and I for giving you freedom and clothes and a place to live, but I'm happy with Harry, and I don't want to do...well...whatever it is you're suggesting-
Dobby only giggled and shook his head. "Dobby does not understand how Mistress does not see the obvious. Harry Potter does not please her enough if she has to ask Dobby to please her."
"What? No, that's not what I meant. Dobby, this isnβt-
"No, Mistress, please I see the way you look at him. But you fail to see the fire in my eyes. Dobby has been watching you since Harry Potter and you moved in here, and Dobby likes the way you walk. And when you sit on the couch. When you read those magazines, and your lips part and your hand touches the page, Dobby smells the magazine every night.β
Ginnyβs eyes widened, was that why Dobby always insisted on picking up her Witch Weekly magazine after she was done reading it?
"And you know what Dobby really loves? It's when you wear the tight t-shirts. The ones with the low neck and the high waist. The ones that make Dobby think about touching you."
βNo, Dobby this isnβt right, have you lost your shit. Wait did Ron put you up to this because I told Hermione that he didnβt like the pasta she had made him the other day, and-
"Harry Potter has the magic hands," the elf interrupted. "And the magic tongue. But Dobby knows he can do better. Dobby wants to touch you, and he can.β
βMagic- what the fuck are you on about Dobby? Listen, I think I need to go and lie down for a while, and you can tell Harry-
"Oh, yes, Mistress, please let Dobby take care of you.β
βNo! Absolutely fucking not.β
βDobby even made us a ship name-
βWhat in the Merlinβs saggy left ballsack is a ship name? Never mind, I don't care, I'm just going to go now-
"Please, Mistress Weasley, please, let me take care of you."
"No, Dobby, this is just wrong on so many levels, and-
"Itβs Dobnny!β Donny shouted before Ginny could leave the room.
"Excuse me?"
"That's our ship name. It's called Dobnny. Dobby and Ginny, see?"
"Oh, no, no, no," Ginny said, shaking her head and pointing a finger at the elf. "You listen here, you little nutter, there is no us. There is no ship. Or aeroplane, or even broomstick! There is no Dobnny. There is Harry and there is Ginny, and that's it. We are just friends-β
"And Dobby has the magic tongue."
"Dobby, there is no magic-
"Oh yes, there is. Dobby has been practising, and Dobby is sure that he will make you happy. Dobby can show you how he has been practising. On... on a carrot," Dobby squeaked, blushing again.
βWHAT THE FUCK! Is that why we didnβt have any carrots- no-no Iβm not even going there, I think Iβm going to vomit. Oh, god-
"No, no, no, it was just once, I swear. Just to practise."
"Just to practise, are you serious right now. Are you bloody kidding me," Ginny asked, exasperated.
Before Ginny could end the madness of this conversation, she heard a chuckle. Better yet she heard his chuckle, that git was in here.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE, NOW!"
She was going to murder him. He had obviously put the elf up to this. He was in the room the whole time, and she was going to make him pay.
She waited in silence before shaking her head, βfine, guess youβll be getting real close to your left hand-β
βOi!β Harry shouted, as he shook off the invisibility cloak, and stood there, his hair a mess, his eyes glinting, and his lips twitching with the hint of a smile.
Ginny couldnβt believe he was smiling. She was going to kill him.
βWhy are you so angry, Gin? You donβt ship Dobnny?β Harry smirked, his hands were in his pockets as he slowly strolled up to her.
"This is not a laughing matter, Harry! It's not funny!"
βI know itβs not, for a second there I thought you were going to jump on Dobbyβs offer when he said magic tongue and magic fingers.β Harry bit back a chuckle as he watched Ginny glare at him.
"Why are you such an arse!β Ginny rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
βSimple. You left told you mum that me and Ron-β
βYour Wheezy?β Ginny corrected making Harry roll his eyes this time.
βCareful now, you know how I feel about redheads.β
βOh yes, Iβll make sure you stay clear off aunt Muriel, just in case you decide you like older women-β
βOi! Donβt make me vomitβ
TBC?
Scale of 1 to Dobnny OTP, whatβs my rating?
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