Title: Like a Pair of Dobby's Socks
Author: Lady Balinor
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling. I am only using them to amuse myself and others.
Warnings: Contains slight spoilers for Book 5!
Author's Note: This story is an entry in the Harry Potter Slash Fuh-Q-Fest ()
Challenge: G12. Dobby as matchmaker – in any manner. I think he is so funny and I would love to see his attempts go horribly wrong, but work anyway. (Syrenslure)
~ Chapter 1 ~
It was the last day of the Easter holidays and students were scattered across the Hogwarts grounds, enjoying their last afternoon of freedom before classes resumed. Those who had spent the holiday away from Hogwarts had returned to the school that morning. The Gryffindor 'Golden Trio' had remained at school, Hermione forcing Ron and Harry to prepare for their upcoming N.E.W.T.s. On the last day of the holidays, however, even Hermione was persuaded to relax in the company of her two best friends – or, more accurately, in the company of her boyfriend, Ron.
Harry found himself sitting alone under a tree by the lake, watching all the loving couples sitting together in the sun. It seemed to Harry that the whole seventh year had paired off. Everyone, that is, except for him. It was not the fact that he preferred the company of other males that kept him from being among the happy couples – had they known his preferences, there were plenty of boys who would jump at the chance. And that was the problem. None of them knew enough about him to truly care for him, all they saw was the bloody 'Boy-Who-Lived.' Harry desperately wanted someone to love him for who he was, not for his fame. But even if he could find someone like that, Harry would never allow them to get close enough to love him. It simply wouldn't be right. It was his destiny to kill or be killed by Voldemort – to be murderer or victim. Harry couldn't bring himself to let someone become emotionally attached to him, not knowing if he would even survive the year. He didn't want to bring any more pain to those he cared about. It was his fault Cedric had died, it was his fault Sirius had died, it wasn't going to be his fault for someone's heart being shattered. This he promised himself, even if it meant facing the world alone.
Harry was startled out of his reverie by the squeaky voice of Dobby the house-elf asking, "Why is Harry Potter sitting here all alone? Where is his greatest friends?"
"They're spending some time alone. They are in love, after all," Harry replied, failing to keep the bitterness from his voice.
"But why can't Sir be in love too? Then Sir wouldn't be alone."
"Who would love me? Everyone sees me as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' – the savior of the wizarding world. No one treats me like Harry, just Harry."
Dobby could find nothing to say to comfort the young man. As he watched the retreating figure of Harry Potter, Dobby made a promise – he would find Harry someone to love and be loved by in return. But who? Who would love Harry Potter for the young man he was and not for his fame? While Dobby was pondering this dilemma, he noticed a dark figure stalking toward the greenhouses. Severus Snape, resident Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and one of the few people who did not seem to be in awe of the 'Boy-Who-Lived.' It was at this thought that Dobby grew excited. Professor Snape would be perfect for Harry Potter! Dobby knew that the two men were not particularly friendly with one another, but he also knew that with some careful planning, he, Dobby, would be able to make them see how perfect they were for each other. With this thought in mind, Dobby headed back to the kitchens in order to devise a plan to bring the professor and Harry Potter together.
Author: Lady Balinor
Rating: R
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling. I am only using them to amuse myself and others.
Warnings: Contains slight spoilers for Book 5!
Author's Note: This story is an entry in the Harry Potter Slash Fuh-Q-Fest ()
Challenge: G12. Dobby as matchmaker – in any manner. I think he is so funny and I would love to see his attempts go horribly wrong, but work anyway. (Syrenslure)
~ Chapter 1 ~
It was the last day of the Easter holidays and students were scattered across the Hogwarts grounds, enjoying their last afternoon of freedom before classes resumed. Those who had spent the holiday away from Hogwarts had returned to the school that morning. The Gryffindor 'Golden Trio' had remained at school, Hermione forcing Ron and Harry to prepare for their upcoming N.E.W.T.s. On the last day of the holidays, however, even Hermione was persuaded to relax in the company of her two best friends – or, more accurately, in the company of her boyfriend, Ron.
Harry found himself sitting alone under a tree by the lake, watching all the loving couples sitting together in the sun. It seemed to Harry that the whole seventh year had paired off. Everyone, that is, except for him. It was not the fact that he preferred the company of other males that kept him from being among the happy couples – had they known his preferences, there were plenty of boys who would jump at the chance. And that was the problem. None of them knew enough about him to truly care for him, all they saw was the bloody 'Boy-Who-Lived.' Harry desperately wanted someone to love him for who he was, not for his fame. But even if he could find someone like that, Harry would never allow them to get close enough to love him. It simply wouldn't be right. It was his destiny to kill or be killed by Voldemort – to be murderer or victim. Harry couldn't bring himself to let someone become emotionally attached to him, not knowing if he would even survive the year. He didn't want to bring any more pain to those he cared about. It was his fault Cedric had died, it was his fault Sirius had died, it wasn't going to be his fault for someone's heart being shattered. This he promised himself, even if it meant facing the world alone.
Harry was startled out of his reverie by the squeaky voice of Dobby the house-elf asking, "Why is Harry Potter sitting here all alone? Where is his greatest friends?"
"They're spending some time alone. They are in love, after all," Harry replied, failing to keep the bitterness from his voice.
"But why can't Sir be in love too? Then Sir wouldn't be alone."
"Who would love me? Everyone sees me as the 'Boy-Who-Lived' – the savior of the wizarding world. No one treats me like Harry, just Harry."
Dobby could find nothing to say to comfort the young man. As he watched the retreating figure of Harry Potter, Dobby made a promise – he would find Harry someone to love and be loved by in return. But who? Who would love Harry Potter for the young man he was and not for his fame? While Dobby was pondering this dilemma, he noticed a dark figure stalking toward the greenhouses. Severus Snape, resident Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and one of the few people who did not seem to be in awe of the 'Boy-Who-Lived.' It was at this thought that Dobby grew excited. Professor Snape would be perfect for Harry Potter! Dobby knew that the two men were not particularly friendly with one another, but he also knew that with some careful planning, he, Dobby, would be able to make them see how perfect they were for each other. With this thought in mind, Dobby headed back to the kitchens in order to devise a plan to bring the professor and Harry Potter together.