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marginalia) wrote2004-04-11 02:07 am
marginalia) wrote2004-04-11 02:07 am
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crack-fic: radiator. neville/dobby
radiator. neville/dobby.
dude. do not look at me like that. it's what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crookedheart asked for. go look at her funny instead. also, i didn't review canon at all. because, come on. look at the pairing. crack. fic. also-also, 500 words exactly. ha! *crosses it off The List with a vengeance*
You wouldn't think it to look at them. You wouldn't, because Neville is soft and rounded and Dobby is all over angles. You'd think that Neville would be warm always, roly-poly, and that Dobby would be always cold, dressed in teacloths.
But you'd be wrong.
And I suppose even after we told you, you still wouldn't believe it. because that's what you people are like. But that doesn't make it any less true. And you'd make some nasty comment about interspecies relationships and how they never end well. At which point I would say something rude about your mother.
But I'll tell you anyway, if you think you can keep a civil tongue in your head.
You see, after Dobby left the Malfoys and came to work at Hogwarts, he was very lonely. He tried to cover it up, and he tried to be useful to Harry Potter, but he was mostly in the way. He tried to cheer up Binky, but she drank more and curled into herself and he didn't know what to do about that. He just knew that nothing worked right anymore, and so he paced the halls of the castle after the students were in bed.
Sometimes he would slip up into the Gryffindor rooms. He would be very quiet, and he would check on Harry Potter, just to make sure that all was well. Bad things always seemed to follow Harry Potter. Up in the rooms he would tiptoe between the beds, listening through the heavy curtains for the soft breathing of the boys.
One night, though, through the soft breathing and the light snores Dobby heard a shudder, a choked back sob, a hitch of breath. He turned towards the noise, paused for a moment, rocking on the balls of his feet, then approached the shrouded bed slowly. "Sir? Neville Longbottom, sir?" he whispered and waited.
The curtains parted eventually, and a round face peered out at him.
"Sir? What is it, sir?"
Neville sighed. "It's silly."
Dobby smiled and tilted his head to the right. "Not silly, sir!" he said, and jumped up onto the foot of Neville's bed. "Tell Dobby. Dobby fixes things."
Neville just looked at him for a while, big eyes blinking in the dark shadows. "It's silly. It's just. I get so cold. Too cold to sleep." He fell back on the pillow and looked up and away. "I told you. Silly."
"Not! This Dobby can help with, yes." Dobby reached out and took Neville's hands in his, wrapping the long, knobby fingers around him tight. "House elves are very warm."
He sat beside Neville, holding his hands for what seemed like hours, and finally Neville asked him to stay.
And so it happened that on cold nights, and then later, on not-so-cold nights, Dobby could be found in Neville's bed, curled around Neville or Neville curled around him, keeping him warm, keeping him safe, letting him sleep.
See? I knew you wouldn't believe me.
dude. do not look at me like that. it's what
crookedheart asked for. go look at her funny instead. also, i didn't review canon at all. because, come on. look at the pairing. crack. fic. also-also, 500 words exactly. ha! *crosses it off The List with a vengeance*You wouldn't think it to look at them. You wouldn't, because Neville is soft and rounded and Dobby is all over angles. You'd think that Neville would be warm always, roly-poly, and that Dobby would be always cold, dressed in teacloths.
But you'd be wrong.
And I suppose even after we told you, you still wouldn't believe it. because that's what you people are like. But that doesn't make it any less true. And you'd make some nasty comment about interspecies relationships and how they never end well. At which point I would say something rude about your mother.
But I'll tell you anyway, if you think you can keep a civil tongue in your head.
You see, after Dobby left the Malfoys and came to work at Hogwarts, he was very lonely. He tried to cover it up, and he tried to be useful to Harry Potter, but he was mostly in the way. He tried to cheer up Binky, but she drank more and curled into herself and he didn't know what to do about that. He just knew that nothing worked right anymore, and so he paced the halls of the castle after the students were in bed.
Sometimes he would slip up into the Gryffindor rooms. He would be very quiet, and he would check on Harry Potter, just to make sure that all was well. Bad things always seemed to follow Harry Potter. Up in the rooms he would tiptoe between the beds, listening through the heavy curtains for the soft breathing of the boys.
One night, though, through the soft breathing and the light snores Dobby heard a shudder, a choked back sob, a hitch of breath. He turned towards the noise, paused for a moment, rocking on the balls of his feet, then approached the shrouded bed slowly. "Sir? Neville Longbottom, sir?" he whispered and waited.
The curtains parted eventually, and a round face peered out at him.
"Sir? What is it, sir?"
Neville sighed. "It's silly."
Dobby smiled and tilted his head to the right. "Not silly, sir!" he said, and jumped up onto the foot of Neville's bed. "Tell Dobby. Dobby fixes things."
Neville just looked at him for a while, big eyes blinking in the dark shadows. "It's silly. It's just. I get so cold. Too cold to sleep." He fell back on the pillow and looked up and away. "I told you. Silly."
"Not! This Dobby can help with, yes." Dobby reached out and took Neville's hands in his, wrapping the long, knobby fingers around him tight. "House elves are very warm."
He sat beside Neville, holding his hands for what seemed like hours, and finally Neville asked him to stay.
And so it happened that on cold nights, and then later, on not-so-cold nights, Dobby could be found in Neville's bed, curled around Neville or Neville curled around him, keeping him warm, keeping him safe, letting him sleep.
See? I knew you wouldn't believe me.
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*heart*
aw, that's cute.
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i think you liked it... more than you're willing to admit...
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*shakes head*
I shouldn't be imagining Dobby's long fingers wrapping around something else. I shouldn't.
Gah.
*scrubs brain*
That said, this was sweet. :) Don't mind my perverse and somewhat uncontrollable mind.
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*shakes fist*
*beats head into pavement* be gone mental image, be gone.
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If you'd like, I wrote a house-elf fic (http://aeristerra.com/switchknife/fiction/afairytalemarriage.htm) a while back, in which Gay!Draco needs to get away from his wife to meet his male lover and uses a house-elf to keep her distracted. ;D Hee.
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that's one heck of a crack!fic :)
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Only you could pull that off. And so you did.
*dies again*
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So.
...That is SO cute. <3
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Why could I hear your voice clear as a bell in my head while I read this? heh.
Very sweet.
~J~
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Sick puppy
At least she didn't ask for Neville/lime.
That could have been bad!
;)
~J~
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tell me more....
i need to prepare for next year ;D
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*husg*
~J~
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mmmmm lime.
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"Ow! You got citrus in my eye!"
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i'll lick it out if you want ;->
*slurp*
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mmmmmmRenita....
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dood. i had no idea you were into eyeball licking.
who's the sick puppy now?
Frulie is a Sick puppy
Well, to be honest, I think it's always been me.
*hangs head in shame*
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being a sick puppy is NOTHING to be ashamed of my friend.
just grounds for taunting
*hug*
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*bows before your greatness*
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thanks ;)
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