By Lord Wrackspurt

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Chapter 16: Dobby’s Desperate Dilemma

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The next morning Harry suddenly awoke fully alert. Someone was in his room, he didn’t know who it was, he didn’t even know how he knew it, but someone was there behind him. Listening intently, he heard soft footsteps approach the bed. Harry gripped his wand that lay beneath his pillow and quickly turned to bring it to bear on the intruder.

It was just Dobby the house elf.

“Goddamnit, Dobby, don’t sneak up on me like that,” yelled Harry. “I was about to kill your stupid arse.”

“Ohhh, waaaaaa, waaaa,” Dobby started his perpetual whining and crying that annoyed Harry to no end. “Harry Potter would do Dobby a great service if he would blast him from the face of the Earth. Dobby should welcome such a death if it would save his Winky from her doom.”

“Winky? What’s the matter with Winky, is she sick?” asked Harry.

“Worse, Sir. Winky is pregnant with Dobby’s child.”

“Then why are you so upset, I would think you’d be happy to be a father,” said Harry.

“Usually Dobby would be happy Sir, but Dobby and Winky is elves, Sir, we is not allowed to make fucking and have babies by the Ministry. The penalty is death, Sir, unless an elf is owned by a wizard and the wizard is giving his permission for the elves to make sex. We isn’t owned, we isn’t given permission.”

“Wait a minute, Dobby,” said a confused Harry. “Tell me what happened.”

“Well, Sir,” Dobby started. “You knows Dobby is owned by the Malfoys for nearly three generations. Dobby is never permitted to have sex, Malfoys not even let Dobby wank it, Sir. Dobby’s balls were hurting so bad, Sir. When Dobby is free and Winky is free we work together. Last month we is cleaning up a gravy spill that bad Peeves made in the kitchen. Winky bends over to wipe floor and her pussy is showing to Dobby. Dobby’s balls hurt so bad he can’t stand it. Dobby no longer has a master to make him obey even when he doesn’t want to. He run and jumps on Winky and sticks his wee-wee inside her. She tells Dobby he is bad elf and tries to get him off, but Dobby has already busted his nuts, Sir. Dobby’s elf jizzms runs down her legs and on the floor. Dobby can’t stop cumming in Winky, Sir. Winky throws Dobby off and kicks his nuts, Sir, and Dobby is still squirting jizzms, Sir.”

“What the hell do you want me to do about it, why bring this to me?” asked Harry.

“Dobby is in torment, Sir. Winky is still pissed off at Dobby; she follows him around and kicks him in the nuts, sometimes a half dozen times a day. Dobby is so sore down there, Sir. If you would take Dobby and Winky as your house elves, we could be your servants and have baby with your permission. Winky might stop kicking Dobby in the nuts and start giving him pussy, Sir.”

There was a crack and Winky apparated into Harry’s room. Dobby let out a shriek of terror and tried to run, but Winky was faster and her aim was true. She was wearing a set of tiny Mary-Jane style shoes that looked like a very petite first year student had tossed them out after outgrowing them. With a swinging kick, she nailed Dobby’s swollen ballsack dead center with the hard leather toe of the shoe, and Dobby dropped like a wet towel to the floor and lay there crying. The enraged Winky just moved in and continued kicking Dobby wherever a target of opportunity presented itself.

“Bad Dobby, you fuck my pussy, now me knocked up and Ministry going to cut off my head because of you. Winky bust your nuts.”

Harry jumped out of bed and grabbed Winky pulling her away. “Stop it, Winky, stop kicking him.” Winky seemed to calm a bit in Harry’s presence.

“Winky’s going to die, Sir, they is going to cut off her head for having baby when she is not supposed to be doing it. Dobby stuck his wee-wee in her and made fucking with me. Winking is telling him to stop fucking her, he shoots jizzm all inside Winky and won’t stop. Winky is knocked up because of Dobby’s balls, Sir.”

“Dobby couldn’t help it, Sir,” said Dobby as he lay on the floor still squirming around in the fetal position. “Dobby had to bust his nuts, Sir; he had to bust his nuts.”

“Well Winky has to bust Dobby’s nuts too, Sir. Winky’s going to bust them good so he won’t stick his wee-wee in elves what don’t want him sticking things in them.”

Harry wasn’t sure at all what to do. He already owned a shit load of elves, none of whom appeared to be as emotionally retarded and socially dysfunctional as these two idiots. Still he didn’t want to see them executed. Then Harry had a real brainstorm. If the elves he already owned couldn’t apparate into Hogwarts why not have some here to do the dirty work for him? Harry had already found out the year before that having house elves under your control could be very useful.

School rules didn’t allow a student to bring a personal house elf to Hogwarts, but technically, Harry hadn’t brought them here, they were already here. He knew that McGonagall wouldn’t appreciate that fine distinction in rule interpretation if she found out, but fuck that grumpy old bitch and her rulebook. He’d just see that she didn’t find out.

“Winky,” said Harry. “Would you like to become my house elf, you and Dobby both?”

“Yes, Sir,” said Winky with a broad smile. “Winky wouldn’t gets her head chopped off.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Dobby still on the floor. “Dobby will serve Harry Potter.”

“What do I need to do to make it official?” asked Harry.

“Sir, you must touch us on the forehead with your wand, and claim us as your elves,” said Dobby. “We then accept you as our master, and are your property.”

The little ceremony, which was far simpler than Harry had imagined, was quickly completed and Harry had two new elves to care for, and a third on the way.

“Winky, I permit you to have this baby elf. You are to tend the cleaning of my rooms here, and do my laundry. You can help in the kitchens as you’ve been doing for now, and you are not to kick Dobby in the balls … or anywhere else now.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Master,” said Dobby. “Now that we are your elves you can permit Dobby to have sex with Winky whenever he needs to and she must give him pussy.”

Harry saw the incensed look come over Winky’s face, plus the realization that if Harry ordered her to she’d have to let him take her whenever he wanted her. “No, Dobby,” said Harry. “You were wrong to take Winky without her permission. You are to have no more sex with Winky or anyone else. You are to go back to work in the kitchens as you’ve been doing.”

Harry saw the most gratifying look on Winky’s face. She beamed as she looked at Harry, “Thank you, Master, Winky is grateful.”

“Well, you two go on now, and don’t tell anyone yet that you are my elves,” said Harry. “I’ve got to get ready for the day.”

Wednesday always started with a prefects meeting on the lower floor. Harry showered and got dressed. He entered the room and found everyone else was there already. Harry quickly noted that all the prefect girls except Hermione laughed as he walked in, and all the prefect boys were grinning except Ron. Those two had deep-set scowls on their faces as they looked at Harry.

“Glad you could finally make it down, Harry,” said a grinning Pansy Parkinson. Harry immediately knew that whatever was going on that little blonde bitch was behind it all. “Sounded across the hall like you were having a little problem with your morning wank. I mean for god’s sake don’t Gryffindor boys know how to use the gloves yet?”

The room burst into peals of laughter led by Pansy and Crabbe. Hermione and Ron could only stare uncomfortably at Harry. “I had a couple of house elves fighting in my room and I had to stop them,” said Harry.

Pansy looked like she was about to explode. “You are an original, Harry,” she said. “I’ve heard it called ‘spanking the dragon’ and ‘flogging the troll,’ but ‘fighting the house elf’ is a new one to me. Congratulations.”

The hysteria that followed this was louder than the first, and Harry noted that even Hermione was failing to suppress a grin, while Ron was looking away so Harry wouldn’t see him chuckling at the idea. Harry just gave up and admitted defeat. There was no winning at this and further explanations wouldn’t help. Harry started the meeting and since there was practically no business on the table yet, the meeting was mercifully short.

The group broke for breakfast in the main hall. On the way down Harry had a few brief moments to explain to Ron and Hermione about what had really happened in his room with Dobby and Winky. Knowing the dysfunctional state of the two elves in question already, Ron and Hermione immediately understood how something like this could happen. They promised to try and run interference for Harry, but Harry knew it would be a long day now.

As he downed his scrambled eggs and sausages, Harry saw the rumor mill on the Slytherin bench in full swing. The elf fighting joke was being passed from mouth to ear. Before long, it was being passed around the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff benches. Several times it tried to get passed along the Gryffindor bench, but Ron and Hermione would go to the spot and deal with the rumor mongers.

Harry returned to his room to take a quick crap before helping Professor Balzhoff with the DADA morning classes. As he had anticipated, on his trip through the hallways to the classroom he was subjected to the effects of the morning’s rumor spreading by Pansy. Several of the girls pointed at Harry and shook their heads as they made obvious wanking motions with their arms. This was followed by a fit of laughter. A number of boys produced cotton gloves from beneath their robes and offered to tell Harry how to use them.

There were a few snickers in the DADA class with the first years, but they were mostly too young to get the joke yet. All such nonsense ended when Professor Balzhoff entered. Harry had already seen that she was all business, and he dearly wished now that he had had someone like her teaching him Defense Against the Dark Arts since he was eleven. His talents would be far more advanced than they were now. After the class was dismissed, the Professor called Harry to her office door.

“Harry, what happened with this elf business everyone is going on about?”

Harry told her the truth about Dobby and Winky, which seemed to amuse her greatly. He included what had happened in the prefects meetings, and the jokes made in the hallways.

“You do seem to get into the worst jams,” she said trying to contain her laughter. “I suppose you have had similar circumstances before this where the other students mocked you in the corridors.”

“Yes, Professor.” Harry briefly told her of what had happened when it was assumed under Umbridge that Harry was going insane, and the way he had been treated during the Triwizard Tournament.

“What did you do about it in those cases, Harry?” Professor Balzhoff asked.

“There wasn’t anything I could do about it.”

“Oh that’s right; you weren’t the Head Boy then. But you are now, and if you allow those little gits to laugh at you and mock you to your face the first week of term they’ll feel free to do so from now on as they please won’t they?”

“So I should use my position to handle a personal situation?” asked Harry.

“Well, if it were me, I’d send a message. You said your friend Tonks once asked what good is it to be a wizard if you don’t use it over the lame arse muggles. Well what good is it to be Head Boy if you don’t use that. I’ve had a few times where I’ve worked with a wizard who didn’t hold witches in any degree of regard other than when his belly was empty or his balls were full. The male chauvinist type. I’ve found that a good thump in the balls on the first insult saved me from having to kill the dumb son of a bitch later.

“Oh, by the way,” she continued. “While it’s on my mind there’s an assignment for you from Professor McGonagall. The Headmistress wants some of the old storerooms in the sub-basement cleaned out. It will be a very unattractive task as it appears some trolls started housekeeping in there at some point and the rooms are covered in shit. The smell is pretty bad. Fortunately there is magic to help clean out the rooms in a jiffy, however, for someone, or, say a group of volunteers, with gloves and no wands, who couldn’t use magic, it would a truly awful task. But who knows, maybe you’ll find some people to volunteer to do it Saturday afternoon instead of enjoying their first weekend break.”

“I just might be able to find a few semi-volunteers in the hallways,” said Harry with a smile.

By the time lunch rolled around 9 Slytherins, 4 Hufflepuffs, 3 Ravenclaws, and a second year Gryffindor student had been awarded Saturday detention by Harry and told to report with some older clothing on, and a pair of white cotton gloves. Several of the older Slytherin students had protested vigorously and profanely, and it cost their house 25 points per profanity in addition to the detention. It now looked like Slytherin House would finish the year with a negative point count. The Slytherins were furious, but the jokes about Harry ceased.

It was also brought to Harry’s attention that afternoon that the three Slytherin girls who had made the wanking hand motion in the hallway to Harry had but put under a curse only moments after he left the area and were left unable to stop vigorously making the motion. The girls had been carried to Madam Pomfrey, who couldn’t break the spell at first. By the time she was able to reverse the curse the girl’s arms were badly swollen and painful from fatigue.

Professor Balzhoff, who had now been appointed the Head of Gryffindor house to replace Professor McGonagall, was assigned to head an inquiry into the incident. She told Harry that even Madam Pomfrey had mentioned that it was a particularly nice bit of custom sorcery that had been done to them. Harry had very truthfully told her that he had no knowledge of the incident, and didn’t know who had done it. To be thorough, the Professor had even checked Harry’s wand to insure he hadn’t cast any curses with it. Despite the proclamation that Harry was innocent of the curse, Harry knew that the Slytherins were in an ugly mood. They were mad at him and at Pansy too, for starting all this in the first place.

That evening Harry had some research he needed to do in the school library. Normally, he would just walk down there, but now he felt it was prudent to stay out of sight for a while. Fortunately for him, he had just the things to handle that dilemma, his father’s invisibility cloak, and the Marauder’s map.

The map had been created by the four Marauders, who were Harry’s dad, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, when they were students at Hogwarts. Filch had confiscated it from them back then without knowing what it did. Fred and George Weasley had stolen it back from Filch and used it to perform their illicit activities at the school, until presenting it as a gift to Harry his third year. When activated, the map magically showed you the location and identity of everyone inside the castle, as well as the locations of the many secret passages which provide ways to move around the castle unseen. The map also showed secret tunnels which provided the means of slipping out of the castle.

With his cloak over him and the Marauders map in his hand, Harry moved down the corridors towards the library. Wearing the cloak during the day was more risky; the cloak only prevented people from seeing you. You were still there and could be felt or knocked on your arse by a rushing student. You could move more confidently at night because at night Hogwarts was an intimidating place. Most of the younger students were frightened of the shadows in the old castle. When they moved in the corridors they walked quickly and in groups to their house dormitories from the main hall and library.

Harry entered the library and carefully tried to stay out of the main walkways, going around the stacks on the far side. Gathering a couple of books on the use of protection charms, Harry went to the private study carrels reserved for use by prefects and faculty. Checking the Marauder’s map Harry saw that the only occupants tonight were Hermione and Ginny. Ginny wasn’t really supposed to be in there, but it was more of an unwritten rule that prefects could admit guests to study with them if there were no objections raised. In other words, a lot of tabletop shagging, and under the table blowjobs occurred in there.

Carefully touching his wand tip to the lock made it open, and Harry stepped in unseen to the room. Harry quietly closed the door and made his way to the back area where Ginny and Hermione were studying. He would give them a surprise visit. Moving quietly to where the girls were sitting, it was Harry who received the surprise. Ginny and Hermione were sitting together on a long leather couch. Their blouses were open, and their skirts were up around their waists. Harry noted immediately that the girls were traveling commando style tonight, no knickers. The girls were deep kissing and rubbing erect nipples while they fingering each other’s twats. Judging from the light moans emanating from the girls, they were enjoying each other’s company very much.

Harry just stood there dumbfounded for a minute or two, but when he had returned to himself he realized he had a raging erection in his pants. He could see the hairy jungle between the girl’s legs, the light brown bush on Hermione, the flaming red bush on Ginny. For so long Harry had wanted a peek at the promised land, now here it was in front of him. Ginny had said it was his for the asking, but he was unsure whether to ask. About that time the girls decided to come up for air.

“Not bad for a sixth year,” Hermione said with a grin while licking her lips. “Keep this level of improvement up and before long I’ll consider letting you be my main bitch.”

“Speaking of bitch, how come you aren’t somewhere playing a tune on my brother’s little skin flute?” said Ginny. “You two on the rag?”

“A little bit,” Hermione admitted. “I’m still pissed off that I blew him and didn’t even get a ‘bloody hell that was brilliant, Hermione’ or even so much as a ‘thank you’ out of him. He just wanted to know if all the cum was wiped off his dick before he stuck it back in his pants because he was going to wear them again the next day. The big damn git! I guess I’m going to be teased by you and Harry for the rest of my life over that now, huh?”

“We couldn’t help but watch, dear,” Ginny laughed. “We didn’t mean to spy on you two; I swear we didn’t, we just walked in and you were there. It was too priceless not to look, simply priceless.”

“Well, anyway, since he wasn’t too appreciative of me he can do without for a long while now. He can use the gloves like Harry. By the way, have you even seen Harry’s dick yet?”

“Not yet,” said Ginny. “I was going to give him some pussy Monday night, but after seeing you two going at it we laughed so hard it ruined the mood. Now my baby’s injured, and I don’t know how badly.”

“So you don’t know for sure yet how long he is down there. You’ve made fun of me having a short horn for a boyfriend, but you may be in the same fix as me.”

“I hope not. I love Harry, and I’ll love him if it’s only two inches. But, oh my dear stars, I just keep hoping he isn’t under the curse of the Irish like my family. You don’t know how badly I want a full size man to lay me down and fuck my brains out. I want to feel like a python just crawled up my pussy when Harry finally takes me. I want to cum screaming beneath him, then pass out and sleep like I’m dead wrapped in his arms. Do you think maybe I’m asking for too much there?”

“I don’t know, Love,’ said Hermione. “But if you do find out he’s hung like a centaur you better keep it to yourself, or you just might find competition for a place in his bed.”

“That would be terrible, Darling,” said Ginny. “Because I’d hate to have to use my nice new boots to kick your cute little arse so hard it would make you look like you have a set of tits on both sides.”

“Oh, really!” said Hermione with a laugh. “Just make sure you get permission before you try, or I’ll make you lick the sheets clean after I’m done shagging your boyfriend.”

The two sat there in each other’s arms, staring at the other and wondering how far to push the pretend bitchy rivalry. Hermione decided it was best to break it off before she really did rile Ginny.

“So tell me something, Ginny,” asked Hermione. “Have all of your brothers got the Curse of the Irish like Ron does, I mean he’s only got about four inches when he’s hard.”

“As the only girl in a world full of men, I’ve seen at least a glimpse of all my brothers naked over the years,” said Ginny taking the lead from Hermione. “All of them were about that same length as Ron, but there was one odd thing about Bill. I’m not sure when guys get their growth spurt, if you’ll pardon the pun, down there; but one time several years ago I walked in the bathroom as Bill was pissing. He looked about the same down there as the others, then came last Christmas. He came out of his room with only a small towel on, and he looked as though he had just finished shagging Fleur and had to piss. As he tried to get in the door the towel fell off and I got a nice glimpse. Oh, dear god he was magnificent, it looked to be twice as long limp as Ron’s is hard.”

Ginny began to choke up as she thought about her eldest brother who had died so horribly at Azkaban on 7-11. “My dad and all of my brothers suffer from the Curse of the Irish, but not Bill. He was hung like a stud centaur …and he’s the one who got killed. If I just had to lose a brother why couldn’t it have been the great git Percy who spends all his time with his head up Cornelius Fudge’s arse? Why my favorite big brother? …Why Bill?”

Hermione reached over and drew her best friend’s head to her shoulder. “I don’t know the answer there, my love. But when we find those that did it, you’re going to kill the bastards, and I’ll be there helping you. No mercy. This time they die. I’m already working on that for all of us.”

“What are you doing?” asked Ginny.

“I can’t tell you just yet, but I’m in a special training program through the school to help me learn advanced magic,” said Hermione. “But I’m learning a lot of new spells.”

“Like the one you put on those Slytherin cunts in the hallway today?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” said a grinning Hermione. “Even Madam Pomfrey couldn’t remove my curse from them. I went by the hospital ward just to see if she could. I told her that I wanted to learn some healing charms from her. She tried nearly everything and it didn’t work. When I thought the Slytherin bitches had learned their lesson I muttered the countercurse when Pomfrey tried one of her spells. Everyone thinks she fixed them. They’d still be in there pumping with their arms all black and bloated if I wanted them to. I’m learning a lot of powerful magic, there are things I can teach you. Together we can help Harry defeat the Death Eaters.”

“I’m the one in love with Harry,” said Ginny. “You don’t have to fight against them.”

“That’s bollocks and you know it. If Voldemort wins then what do you think will happen to all the ‘mud-bloods’ like me? The best any of us can hope for is a prison cell and being served as a mental hors d’oeuvre to the Dementors. Fuck that shit, I’d rather die fighting. Besides, I know you love Harry, and he loves you; but you know that I have feelings for him too. Always have.”

“I know, it’s hard not to love him.”

“I love you too, Ginny,” Hermione said. “Seriously, Harry is your man, and I would never do anything to interfere with that. But just think, if I do get hitched to Ron then I’d be your sister-in-law. You said you always wanted a sister; would I do?”

“Hell yes,” said Ginny. “We could get together and do things sisters do, like give each other coochee checks.” She kissed Hermione and then reached down to begin fingering her friend’s pussy again. In a couple of moments, the fingering was reciprocated by Hermione. Harry had seen enough, he had to get out and go back to his room before he came in his pants. Checking the map he waited until no one was near the door back to the main library. Exiting quietly he went back to his room.

Harry undressed for bed and saw that he still had a raging hard on. It was either an ice cold shower or a pair of gloves tonight. Checking his dresser drawers Harry found most of his clothes were gone. It took Harry a moment to fathom what had happened. Winky must be cleaning his laundry and hadn’t returned it yet.

Forgetting he was nude, and that a house elf always knows when his or her master wants them to appear Harry angrily said out loud, “Where are you, Winky?” His question was answered in a second as Winky appeared at his side with a load of underclothes.

“Winky is here, good Master. She is redoing all your clothes so that they is fresh and perfect for you when you needs them.”

Harry was a bit embarrassed to have her beside him like that, but she seemed to take no notice of his bareness. “Well I wanted a pair of my cotton gloves, that’s all for now. You can bring the rest tomorrow when I awake.”

“My poor master, his balls is hurting him and he must relieve them. Master you is so good to Winky, let her help you get relief, Winky knows how to make Master feel good and sleep all night. Please.”

Harry wasn’t sure what to say. Winky was not the type of elf that he had at the Unicorn. She couldn’t change shape. “What are you talking about doing, Winky?”

“When Winky belonged to the Crouch family she had Mr. Crouch and Barty to care for. Their balls would get full and Winky would take them in her mouth and kiss them till their balls were empty. Winky is very good at this Master. She will give you great pleasure if you give her a chance, if she fails then punish her.”

“So you can give blow jobs?” asked Harry.

“Yes, Master, I can give oral pleasure to you.”

As Harry began to consider the offer it seemed pretty messed up at first. An adult Wizard … getting sucked off by his house elf? He had to admit it sounded kinky though. Still, the more Harry thought about it the more interesting it became. Winky was his elf, if he told her that she couldn’t reveal what she had done with Harry to anyone then she couldn’t. He was in his room and could cast protective spells to prevent eavesdroppers and peeking.

“All right, Winky,” said Harry, “you can serve master.”

“Thank you for trusting Winky, Master,” said the happy elf. “I will pleasure you well if you will lie down comfortable on your bed.”

Casting the silencing and sealing charms, Harry lay back and closed his eyes. He felt Winky move between his legs and grasp his balls in her tiny hands. A warm moist feeling came over his erect cock, enveloping his entire length. To Harry it felt just like when Tonks would straddle him except for the weight of her body on him. He began to rock up and down and Winky moved in time with his motion to meet him. Harry fixed his mind on the red haired tangle he had seen between Ginny’s legs and imagined that it was her he was feeling sliding over his cock. Given his prior level of excitement it didn’t take very long for Harry to feel great spurts of his man seed squirting into Winky’s mouth.

As the last waves of the orgasm passed, Harry felt a warm wet towel wiping his privates. Winky was cleaning him. A dry towel completed the task and Winky dropped off to the side of the bed with a big smile on her face. In less than a minute her Master was sound asleep. She smiled, that was always a good sign that she had done her job well.