Disclaimer: All characters property of J.K. Rowling. Don't own them, wish I did. (Remember the scrounging for bunny food?) Just having more fun with the boys, will put them back eventually.

Summary: Dobby decideds to "help" Harry, with disastrous results. Or wonderful results, depending on your point of view. This is slash, rated R for future chapters. Please don't read if it offends.

This is for Jen, who absolutely loves Dobby. Thanks as always, and to the rest of my Js, Jess and Julie.


Chapter I. Careful What You Wish For

It all started really because Dobby just could not recognize sarcasm.

His Harry Potter had been down lately. No, not just down, depressed was a better way to describe it. And no matter how many butterbeers, knitted socks or pumpkin cakes Dobby brought him, it just didn't seem to work.

So that is why Dobby was hiding behind the curtain of the Gryffindor common room, listening in to the conversation between Harry and his two best friends. They had decided to have a heart-to-heart with him, having noticed the change as well. Maybe, Dobby thought, if Dobby finds out what is wrong with Harry Potter, Dobby can help Harry Potter.

"C'mon mate," Ron persisted. "You can talk to us, you know you can."

"Harry," Hermione interjected, "We've been worried about you. You hardly eat, you don't sleep well, and barely talk to anyone anymore."

She lowered her voice. "I know it's been hard on you, with what happened Fifth Year, but you can't shut everyone out. We care about you and just want you to be happy."

Happy was not a word Harry would use to describe his life. He was now in his Seventh Year of Hogwarts, and getting closer to fulfilling his destiny, one way or the other. He knew deep down it would be soon.

"I just want to be normal," he finally whispered. "I want to be able to worry about my O.W.L.s or the Quidditch Finals, or have a real romance, find someone to love and have them love me. Why did I have to be the bloody savior of the wizarding world?"

Hermione put her arm around his shoulders. "I don't know, Harry. I don't know why you have to go through this. But we can go through it together. Just don't shut us out, ok?"

Harry nodded. He did need them. He didn't know what he would do without them.

"Yeah, Harry," Ron added. "Maybe we can help you find that romance you were talking about, set you up with someone."

Harry smiled. "I don't know about that, Ron..."

"Sure," Ron continued, "how about, let's see...Lavender?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "I don't think so."

"You liked Cho," Hermione offered.

Harry shook his head harder. "No, thank you, that was a disaster from the beginning."

"Ok, ok," Ron said. "How about Susan?"







"No...what, are you crazy?" Harry finally smiled.

"Oh, I know...." Ron grinned. "I've got the perfect match for you."

"Who?" Hermione asked.


Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Ron."

"No, no, I think he might have something there," Harry smiled. "Yes, the sexy Slytherin would be just the one for me, don't you think? We have so much in common, and well, I just go all weak in the knees when I see him."

He turned to Hermione and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I...I just can't hide it anymore." Harry placed the back of his hand onto his forehead and closed his eyes. "I'm...I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."

Behind the curtain, Dobby smiled broadly. "Harry Potter is in love with Draco Malfoy! Oh, Dobby will make things wonderful for Harry Potter again. Dobby will help Harry Potter win the love of Draco Malfoy!"

With that, and a click of his fingers, Dobby was gone.

Hermione punched Harry in the arm; he disintegrated into a fit of giggles.

"Really, Harry, you are so full of crap."

End of Chapter I.

A/N: Reviews and suggestions greatly appreciated and encouraged! Thanks, G.E.