Love potions

That night Harry snuck out of the common room and took his father’s invisibility cloak. He took a secret passageway to Hogsmead. He went to gather Dobby many things that Harry hoped would show just how greatly he cared for Dobby.
“Hmmm,” Harry thought to himself, “now what would Dobby like, no… not like… love!!!
Harry strolled through Hogsmead particularly, criticizing every thing he came across, nothing was left un-scrutinized. The first stop was Veronica’s closet.
“I wonder... there isn’t much of a selection of stockings. Oh how Dobby loves stockings, he would just simply swoon over me if I gave him some.” Harry looked to the right and gasped, “Oh my, jumping Merlin, Holy Philosophers stone, that’s perfect!”
There they were in all their glory. The most perfect stockings. Red and green swirled colors. The texture was such a soft fabric, like silk and velvet blended together, which made the color, look almost metallic. They had a golden lace around the rim at the top. In pink diamonds down in a diangular pattern, which were opposite the swirls wrote, lover the word was also surrounded with the same gold lace at the rim of the stockings. Below was a sign that read.

These stockings are specifically for
Those who want to show that special
Elf, how much they mean to you. They
Are made for the needs of elves that are
Still working. They have a silence spell on
Them, and an anti-slip charm. Made with
The most love and care stitched with Unicorn
Hair. With the purest diamonds from the
Great mines of Dantor protected by the
Cruelest dragons of Scotland. How to say
Your appreciated in that special way.

Harry fell in love with them immediately and knew he had to get them. He got them and went with a light heart to the rest of Hogs mead. He studied and collected all the right “ingredients” to make the perfect “love potion” for Dobby.
It was getting light out and Harry was glad that it was a Saturday morning. He decided that it was time to go back before Hogs mead re-opened and a crowd came. He thought to himself that he felt sufficient that he would gain Dobby’s love with his; stockings, heart-shaped bottle of butter beer, four boxes of chocolate frogs, a deluxe size carton of cinnapedes, and a bouquet of 20 roses that all changed color and had an everlasting charm on them.
Harry came into the common room with a snoring couple in front of the fire to greet him. There were Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, curled at the foot of the fireplace. The closing of the portrait woke them with a bit of a start.
“Harry, bloody hell. What time is it?” groggily questioned Ron.
“Well, I believe it’s 4:57 am.” Harry replied
“Bloody hell, well let’s see what you got there, come on now.” coaxed Ron
“It’s nothing really, just some candy an’ stuff.” said Harry trying to hide the items from their view when Hermione said to him,
“Oh! Aren’t those from Veronica’s Closet?”
“NO! I mean what? What? Veronica’s Closet? No. Why would I go in there? Why would I be in Veronica’s Closet? I…I…”
“Harry there’s no need to be embarrassed. I think it’s sweet really. It’s a little much, but it’s thoughtful just the same, in it’s own way.”
“What is it!?” Ron said impatiently “What could you have possibly gotten a house elf at Veronica’s Closet? All they’ve got there is lingerie and-” Ron looked at Harry with wide eyes and an open mouth “you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t get Dobby some frilly red bra or one of those damn butt floss knickers that go all up your arse.”
“No nothing like that.” but Harry didn’t think that was such a bad idea and now wish’s he had!
“So what in the bloody hell is it then!” Ron now bubbling over with curiosity
“Just some socks” Harry said nonchalantly.
“If they’re from Veronica’s Closet they’re not just some socks. There must be something to them.”
“Well, there is some gold lace on them but nothing too fancy.” Harry was now blushing with a smirk.
“Kinky” said Ron grinning from ear to ear.
This made Harry feel uncomfortable and he knew it was showing so he said good night and lie in bed thinking about Dobby’s reaction for a good three hours until he would get up and go to the kitchens.
At around 7:45 Harry went out of the portrait hole and down to meet with Dobby and “show him what love is.” He was nervous because Dobby had no idea that he was coming, let alone that he had so many gifts with him he hardly made it down the stairs. Also there was the fear that Dobby still might not love him.
So as Harry was trying to sort out just how he was going to present himself, a thought came over him. As he poked his head through the portrait to see who was around he saw Winky. Winky was another house elf and a good friend of Dobby’s.
“Winky, hey Winky over here.” whispered Harry
“Yes,” she said startled to see Harry acting so secretively. Normally Harry would just walk in and “be” with Dobby. So she just stared at him with a queer look on her face and simply asked, “what?”
“I need you to distract Dobby away from his room far away from here, like have him clean the toilets in the west wing, goodness knows they could use a scrubbing and Dobby knows how to scrub alright.” urgently whispered Harry for fear Dobby was close by.
“For how long Harry Potter sir?” Winky still didn’t know what this was all about.
“Hmmm, I’d say about an hour… that should give me time to set everything perfectly right, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Oh, no of course you don’t, but it should anyway, so will you do that for me?”
“Yes sir, Harry Potter, sir.”
As Winky left and Harry was sure it was safe to proceed to Dobby’s lair of love and lust. It took him precisely fifty-two
Minuets and twelve seconds, to get everything absolutely undeniably perfect by any standards. Harry was absolutely positive that his “love potion” would work to his advantage. With everything in place and him lying nude beneath the sheets.
Ahhh, he could just see it now, they would have a small multitude of little Dobby and Harriet’s swinging lawn-gnomes around within the confines of a white picket fence. Just then Dobby entered.
Dobby looks around the room with a dazed yet quite amused look on his face which made Harry’s pecker all a twitter.
“So, do you like it?” Harry asked
All Dobby could do was nod, and look at Harry. Dobby seemed rather pleased at Harry lying in his bed. Dobby felt a sudden urge come over him. An urge to pounce! And Dobby couldn’t control himself.
“Harry Potter sir thank you sir!!!” he said as he charged into bed.
Dobby leaped into bed with Harry and went directly below the covers. Dobby had lotion near his bed, special gift from Madam Pomfrey for his dry skin. Dobby lathered Harry’s cock with it, and in vigorous yet rhythmic motions he worked on Harry. Harry treasured every moment and thought yes it worked.
“Ohhhh, oh Dobby oh Dobby!!!” passion was simply radiating from Harry (and everyone in the kitchens knew it).
After a good fifteen minuets Dobby just couldn’t stand watching Harry’s engorged penis so he did what any self-respecting, horny homosexual male would do, he stopped with the manual twisted method and commenced with the oral.
This had Harry grabbing at the sheets, and his toes were curling. Harry was filled to the max with love juices ready to expel them.
“Oh Dobby Ohhhh baby I’m abo… abou…about to ex…”
Dobby stopped almost immediately turned Harry over took some lotion and lubed up Harry’s back end.
“Calm yourself, sir relax.”
Dobby took one of his fingers slowly caressing Harry’s tunnel of love, then proceeded with two. Working them and wiggling, this made Harry jerk. So Dobby slid one finger out and began kissing around his hole. The kissing made Harry let out a soft “coo” sound.
“Ready”
“Mmmm hmmm,” was all Harry could let out without moaning so loud that even aunt Petunia would be jealous of his sex life.
Dobby thrusts greatly and quite rough though he might look like a little fellow. From what Harry was now experiencing he didn’t feel like one, but it didn’t turn Harry off oh no it got him off. After a glorious five minuets of thrusting they simultaneously reached, and surpassed orgasm. This made them both rather tired so they fell asleep only to wake up in each other’s arms.
When they awoke it was mid-afternoon and Winky was banging on the door for Dobby to get up and continue with his work.
“DOBBY!! You is having to work now! Get up! What is you getting paid for? You is a bad boy you is.”
“I is coming. I is coming.” Dobby replied groggily.
Dobby left without realizing that Harry was still in his bed. Harry woke up about five minutes later to see that Dobby was gone. He thought Dobby must have been in the kitchens and wanted to let him sleep, so he went to the kitchens. The first person he saw was Winky so he asked her where Dobby was.
“Dobby is working sir. Dobby is being a good boy, you is making him bad you is!”
“Well where is he?”
“I is not telling you.”
“Please Winky.’’
Winky walked away and continued with the dishes from breakfast while the other house elves prepared lunch. So Harry left the kitchens.
All the sudden he heard voices.
“I don’t know, I is liking him but not loving him.”
“But he loves you so you have to tell him.”
“I is knowing, but how is I saying that has enjoyed fucking him, but I is not loving him.”
“You say it just like that.”
“I is not loving you Harry Potter sir, I is loving Dumbledore.”
“What.” Harry spoke as he turned the corner. He sounded winded and as white as a ghost. As he looked to see that he was standing there looking at his two best friends and Dobby.
“I is sorry Harry Potter, I is!” Dobby looked somewhat surprised.
“What.” Harry was still unbelieving
“Is that you is having beautiful body, but is having a mind like mule, and Dumbledore is having an all knowing mind and a beautiful body, Dumbledore is perfect.”
Ron cringed and Hermione elbowed him in the gut. Harry just stood and stared blankly at the floor then as the thought set in he fainted.

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He woke up with Madam Pomfrey, Ron, and Hermione standing over him. As Harry woke up he just stared blankly, at no one unparticular just staring, looking rather sullen.
After about three and a half hours Harry finally spoke, “He loves Dumbledore, he only lusted after me,” Harry looked as he was about to collapse but couldn’t. As if the tears wanted to flow but he was all cried out. His eyes burned so bad that he felt like they were in a crematorium.
“Well Harry I know that this must be very hard on you…” Hermione tried to say
“You can find others, someone must love you, someone better than Dobby and… well human.”
“Yeah, who…” Harry sulked
Just then Draco Malfoy comes through the hospital wing through to Harry’s room door.
“Harry I must speak to you in private, that is if you don’t mind.” Draco looked in the direction of Ron and Hermione.
They were shocked by his unusually patient kindness. So they both stood up shook their heads and left the room.
“We’ll be back later Harry,” Hermione told him as her and Ron were leaving.