Love, love is strange
Wednesday, May 17th -- Evening
Dobby was pleased that Winky had been able to visit during the middle of the week. Lately they had only been able to see each other on Sundays, the day the Great Harry Potter, Sir had given Dobby to spend anyway he chose.
But tonight was a special occasion. Tonight was Winky and Dobby's anniversary.
They were going to eat the dinner that Miss Daphne had made especially for them, and watch one of Winky's favorite movies (which Dobby wasn't terribly fond of - Winky got a funny look in her eyes when Mr. Johnny Castle was on the telly).
The soft pop of Apparation came from behind him and with a grin, Dobby turned around.
The Price of a Free Meal
Saturday, November 26 ~ Evening
"Potter you bastard! Get out here!" Scowling, Draco watched the white glob slide down his arm and onto Potter's hard wood floor. Hmmph. He can clean it up. His fault anyway. Catching his reflection in the mirror he was grateful for Harry's affinity for Muggle things. If the sight of himself covered in whipped topping made him shriek, a laughing mirror would have resulted in copious amounts of damage.
"Damn it where are you? I opened the bloody can - like you said - and the thing exploded! Refrigerator is filthy!"
Date Outing with a Friend
Sunday, November 13th ~*~ Evening
Daphne wiped her mouth with her napkin, still laughing at the amusing story Harry had shared. Going out to eat was a rare treat for her and when Harry had suggested a trip to Muggle London for Chinese she'd jumped at the opportunity.
"That was delicious. Thank you." She tilted her head and smiled. "All that's left is the fortune cookie."
Daphne reached for one and handed it to him. "You first."
"Let Me Tell You 'bout The Birds And The Bees And The Flowers And The Trees..."
Saturday, November 12th ~ Afternoon
After Draco left, Harry spent the remainder of the morning making sure that the gutters and drain spouts on the outside of the house were clear of any leaves that had fallen. Smirking to himself, as his wand lifted and pulled the garbage from the depths, Harry could image the Ferret screaming about how undignified it was for a wizard to do manual labor - even if it did involve using a wand.
After going back inside the house and putting his broom away, Harry realized he was getting hungry. He really didn't expect Draco to return for lunch, but with him - you never knew for sure. Walking into the kitchen, he glanced in Dobby's direction.
"Hey, Dobby? What's for lunch? I don't know if Draco will be back or not, but it would probably be good to have enough on hand in case he shows."
A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.
~ Franz Kafka ~
Sunday, November 6th ~ Late Afternoon
Glancing out over the small lake, Harry squinted at something that had broken the surface of the water.
"Maybe I should see about getting a squid, what do you think?" Harry asked as he leaned back on his elbows, glad that they'd used warming charms instead of trying to have a picnic while wearing bulky clothing.