Dobby will do anything for Harry Potter
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
35,515
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dobby will do anything for Harry Potter
Dobby Will Do Anything For Harry Potter
Squick, PWP, Lemon (which means sexual stuff going on), and slight sap (at least I think so). ^_^
As you probably guess, this is a Dobby/Harry ficlet.
Got this idea from LJ user xxbrokenangelxx, when she wrote a very short Snape/Dobby O_o
Never thought I’d write something like this, until I joined ParryHotter. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JKR does.
10/1/2005 A/N: sorry- just editting and deleting things.
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Late one night, one lonely, busy house-elf had appeared inside the Gryffindor 6th year dorms to tidy things up while they slept. There was one specific area that all the other house-elves didn’t bother to clean up, and the reason was because that certain spot was reserved for the one house-elf who had been through more than any other normal elf. That area belonged to Dobby.
All the other elves thought that Dobby was the only one that had the privilege to tidy the spot in which Harry Potter was. His bed, his clothes, his dresser, his shoes… everything. At night, Dobby took care of putting out fresh laundry and taking the old dirty ones, dusting the dresser, corners, and top of the chest at the foot of his bed, and polishing the mirror. When Harry woke up and left for breakfast, then it was Dobby’s duty to make his bed with clean sheets, and fluff his pillow. He loved his job of secretly serving Harry Potter, even though Harry knew that the house-elves did the cleaning, he didn’t know that it was Dobby that did his area.
Not until one night, when Dobby had appeared next to Harry’s bed. It was just a daily cleaning routine for the elf, and he took out his little duster to begin his task. It was a quick job of in and out, get it all done, quietly, and leave, all without anyone noticing. Dobby was about to start dusting the nightstand by Harry’s bed when he suddenly heard Harry stifling a groan. Dobby paused in his task and waited to see if Harry was going to wake or not. When Harry turned over, sounding very much asleep, Dobby continued on with his task.
Finally, Dobby was finished with everything and was about to leave, when Harry turned over again, quickly. Dobby paused and waited to see if Harry would wake or not. He wasn’t sure if he should wake Harry Potter up, because he knew that he should just leave, but he also wanted to talk to him. Dobby really liked Harry and would do anything for him, but he also had his elf duties. He was arguing with his inner self when Dobby suddenly realized that Harry was still groaning slightly. Curiosity the the better of him and Dobby tiptoed over to the edge of Harry’s bed. He peered over the side and his tennis ball sized eyes became wider.
Harry Potter had his covers half off of his body, and had his right hand cupped over the top of his erection.
Dobby shut his eyes, as if in pain, and then said silently in his head, ‘I will hit myself in the head repeatedly with a very large hammer… I will hit myself in the head with a very, VERY large hammer… Dobby is very bad, very bad…’ as he was about to disappear, Harry let out a pain-filled moan, and his fingers flexed as if he were trying his hardest NOT to jerk himself off. Harry’s face was flushed, beads of sweat were dripping down his face, and his chest was heaving with every breath.
Dobby shook his head, not knowing what he should do now. Poor Harry Potter looked to be in pain, and that his erection was bothering him, making it hard for him to sleep. Dobby wanted to help, but he wasn’t sure if Harry Potter would let him, or if he would be mad at Dobby. The elf chewed on this thought for another minute, and then, surprised by his own courage, Dobby crawled up into the bed and laid himself in between Harry’s legs.
“Harry Potter needs help… but if Harry Potter is mad at Dobby, then Dobby will slam his head into the freezer door…” Carefully, Dobby slipped the rest of the covers off of Harry’s body, and then moved Harry’s pajama bottoms from his hips. Harry jerked slightly in his sleep and spread his knees apart unknowingly. Harry’s hand fell from his erection and clenched at the bed sheets beneath him.
Harry was incredibly hard. He must be having a really good wet dream. Dobby knew that he was late in his other duties, but he always thought of serving Harry Potter to be more important than anything else. This was something he knew that he could help Harry with. So, the house-elf didn’t take much time to admire, since he didn’t think he was really worthy of gazing at Harry Potter’s nudity, and engulfed Harry’s cock.
Harry jolted awake. The first thing he felt was a very warm, wet suction on his raging hard on. The next thing he felt was a small being between his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs, making him shiver. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming, and that he should keep his eyes closed, or if he should wake up more and look down at his little intruder. Finally, he decided on the latter. He looked down his body and saw, to his great astonishment, the familiar bat-like ears and tea-cozy covered head. Harry didn’t know what to do at first. This was definitely a service he didn’t count on!
“D-Dobby?” Harry whispered, breathe coming in small pants. He knew that he should be angry at the house-elf, but what Dobby was doing to him felt way too good to stop.
But when Dobby heard his name, he did stop. Dobby jerked back, eyes wide with terror and fright as he looked at Harry.
Harry was confused, but he didn’t want the elf to think that he was angry with him. On the contrary, he liked what Dobby was doing to him, and he hoped that Dobby would finish.
“Dobby is so, so very sorry, sir!” Dobby whimpered. “I is not knowing what I is doing. Dobby will go and beat his head repeatedly with a large frying pan until Dobby’s brains fall out and shall never bother you again.”
“Wait,” Harry said, calming himself. His cock was still throbbing for attention, and he really wanted that wet pleasure back, even though he knew that what he was thinking was incredibly naughty and sick minded. “Dobby, I’m not mad at you. I’m just very surprised.” Harry blushed. “I wouldn’t mind if you… er… continued doing what you were doing. It was feeling really good.”
“Harry Potter is not mad at Dobby? Harry Potter wants Dobby to… continue?” The house-elf looked both pleased and shocked.
“Yes, please? I-I don’t think I could sleep too good even after I use my own hand.” Harry went bright red. “Um, could you… please?”
“Of course,” Dobby smiled. “Dobby is very honored to help Harry Potter with anything. Dobby saw you suffering, so Dobby decided to help.”
“Yes,” Harry exhaled. “Help me ease this pain, Dobby… please.”
“Your wish is my command, sir.” Dobby went back between Harry’s legs and began to suck Harry off again.
“Ohhh…” Harry groaned. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking hard about the one he had just been dreaming about. Automatically, Harry thrust his hips up into that wet mouth as he gripped the edge of the bed tightly. Dobby’s hands moved down Harry’s thighs and stopped just at the soft crease between his groin and thigh. Harry squirmed slightly, urging those long, wandering fingers onward. Almost on command, those fingers did go on until they found his puckered entrance.
Harry wasn’t sure where it came from, but he suddenly felt something slimy around his opening. It tingled, as if it were a type of soothing cream, and magically he felt his arse widen easily. Moments later, something was inserted, and Harry gasped as he thrust harder. The long thing inside of him moved elegantly, brushing up against his prostate. Harry panted and gasped harshly, his hips were almost bouncing completely off of the bed as he moved faster. The digit pushed harder and faster, and then Harry’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he came so hard he thought he was flying.
Panting for breath, Harry slumped back into his bed, feeling almost boneless. He sighed heavily and then said, “Thank you.”
“Harry Potter is most welcome,” said Dobby, and then disappeared as Harry fell back asleep.
~End~
Squick, PWP, Lemon (which means sexual stuff going on), and slight sap (at least I think so). ^_^
As you probably guess, this is a Dobby/Harry ficlet.
Got this idea from LJ user xxbrokenangelxx, when she wrote a very short Snape/Dobby O_o
Never thought I’d write something like this, until I joined ParryHotter. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JKR does.
10/1/2005 A/N: sorry- just editting and deleting things.
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Late one night, one lonely, busy house-elf had appeared inside the Gryffindor 6th year dorms to tidy things up while they slept. There was one specific area that all the other house-elves didn’t bother to clean up, and the reason was because that certain spot was reserved for the one house-elf who had been through more than any other normal elf. That area belonged to Dobby.
All the other elves thought that Dobby was the only one that had the privilege to tidy the spot in which Harry Potter was. His bed, his clothes, his dresser, his shoes… everything. At night, Dobby took care of putting out fresh laundry and taking the old dirty ones, dusting the dresser, corners, and top of the chest at the foot of his bed, and polishing the mirror. When Harry woke up and left for breakfast, then it was Dobby’s duty to make his bed with clean sheets, and fluff his pillow. He loved his job of secretly serving Harry Potter, even though Harry knew that the house-elves did the cleaning, he didn’t know that it was Dobby that did his area.
Not until one night, when Dobby had appeared next to Harry’s bed. It was just a daily cleaning routine for the elf, and he took out his little duster to begin his task. It was a quick job of in and out, get it all done, quietly, and leave, all without anyone noticing. Dobby was about to start dusting the nightstand by Harry’s bed when he suddenly heard Harry stifling a groan. Dobby paused in his task and waited to see if Harry was going to wake or not. When Harry turned over, sounding very much asleep, Dobby continued on with his task.
Finally, Dobby was finished with everything and was about to leave, when Harry turned over again, quickly. Dobby paused and waited to see if Harry would wake or not. He wasn’t sure if he should wake Harry Potter up, because he knew that he should just leave, but he also wanted to talk to him. Dobby really liked Harry and would do anything for him, but he also had his elf duties. He was arguing with his inner self when Dobby suddenly realized that Harry was still groaning slightly. Curiosity the the better of him and Dobby tiptoed over to the edge of Harry’s bed. He peered over the side and his tennis ball sized eyes became wider.
Harry Potter had his covers half off of his body, and had his right hand cupped over the top of his erection.
Dobby shut his eyes, as if in pain, and then said silently in his head, ‘I will hit myself in the head repeatedly with a very large hammer… I will hit myself in the head with a very, VERY large hammer… Dobby is very bad, very bad…’ as he was about to disappear, Harry let out a pain-filled moan, and his fingers flexed as if he were trying his hardest NOT to jerk himself off. Harry’s face was flushed, beads of sweat were dripping down his face, and his chest was heaving with every breath.
Dobby shook his head, not knowing what he should do now. Poor Harry Potter looked to be in pain, and that his erection was bothering him, making it hard for him to sleep. Dobby wanted to help, but he wasn’t sure if Harry Potter would let him, or if he would be mad at Dobby. The elf chewed on this thought for another minute, and then, surprised by his own courage, Dobby crawled up into the bed and laid himself in between Harry’s legs.
“Harry Potter needs help… but if Harry Potter is mad at Dobby, then Dobby will slam his head into the freezer door…” Carefully, Dobby slipped the rest of the covers off of Harry’s body, and then moved Harry’s pajama bottoms from his hips. Harry jerked slightly in his sleep and spread his knees apart unknowingly. Harry’s hand fell from his erection and clenched at the bed sheets beneath him.
Harry was incredibly hard. He must be having a really good wet dream. Dobby knew that he was late in his other duties, but he always thought of serving Harry Potter to be more important than anything else. This was something he knew that he could help Harry with. So, the house-elf didn’t take much time to admire, since he didn’t think he was really worthy of gazing at Harry Potter’s nudity, and engulfed Harry’s cock.
Harry jolted awake. The first thing he felt was a very warm, wet suction on his raging hard on. The next thing he felt was a small being between his legs, stroking the inside of his thighs, making him shiver. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming, and that he should keep his eyes closed, or if he should wake up more and look down at his little intruder. Finally, he decided on the latter. He looked down his body and saw, to his great astonishment, the familiar bat-like ears and tea-cozy covered head. Harry didn’t know what to do at first. This was definitely a service he didn’t count on!
“D-Dobby?” Harry whispered, breathe coming in small pants. He knew that he should be angry at the house-elf, but what Dobby was doing to him felt way too good to stop.
But when Dobby heard his name, he did stop. Dobby jerked back, eyes wide with terror and fright as he looked at Harry.
Harry was confused, but he didn’t want the elf to think that he was angry with him. On the contrary, he liked what Dobby was doing to him, and he hoped that Dobby would finish.
“Dobby is so, so very sorry, sir!” Dobby whimpered. “I is not knowing what I is doing. Dobby will go and beat his head repeatedly with a large frying pan until Dobby’s brains fall out and shall never bother you again.”
“Wait,” Harry said, calming himself. His cock was still throbbing for attention, and he really wanted that wet pleasure back, even though he knew that what he was thinking was incredibly naughty and sick minded. “Dobby, I’m not mad at you. I’m just very surprised.” Harry blushed. “I wouldn’t mind if you… er… continued doing what you were doing. It was feeling really good.”
“Harry Potter is not mad at Dobby? Harry Potter wants Dobby to… continue?” The house-elf looked both pleased and shocked.
“Yes, please? I-I don’t think I could sleep too good even after I use my own hand.” Harry went bright red. “Um, could you… please?”
“Of course,” Dobby smiled. “Dobby is very honored to help Harry Potter with anything. Dobby saw you suffering, so Dobby decided to help.”
“Yes,” Harry exhaled. “Help me ease this pain, Dobby… please.”
“Your wish is my command, sir.” Dobby went back between Harry’s legs and began to suck Harry off again.
“Ohhh…” Harry groaned. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking hard about the one he had just been dreaming about. Automatically, Harry thrust his hips up into that wet mouth as he gripped the edge of the bed tightly. Dobby’s hands moved down Harry’s thighs and stopped just at the soft crease between his groin and thigh. Harry squirmed slightly, urging those long, wandering fingers onward. Almost on command, those fingers did go on until they found his puckered entrance.
Harry wasn’t sure where it came from, but he suddenly felt something slimy around his opening. It tingled, as if it were a type of soothing cream, and magically he felt his arse widen easily. Moments later, something was inserted, and Harry gasped as he thrust harder. The long thing inside of him moved elegantly, brushing up against his prostate. Harry panted and gasped harshly, his hips were almost bouncing completely off of the bed as he moved faster. The digit pushed harder and faster, and then Harry’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he came so hard he thought he was flying.
Panting for breath, Harry slumped back into his bed, feeling almost boneless. He sighed heavily and then said, “Thank you.”
“Harry Potter is most welcome,” said Dobby, and then disappeared as Harry fell back asleep.
~End~