Through the Eyes of an Elf

Nobody notices house elves, not really. If a sock goes missing or a student comes down into the kitchen looking for a midnight snack, sure, but do any wizards or witches notice us when they're fighting with each other? No, of course not. We house elves are just left alone to ourselves so we can mind everyone's business.

I guess that's how biscuit gambling got started. A couple of us house elves were done for the day and Permsy randomly made a comment about how he would bet a couple of ginger snaps that Miss Lavender Brown and Mr. Justin Finch-Fletchley would make a go at it that week. So a couple of us decided we would take up that bet and now the rest is history.

It is always funny seeing which elf loses his biscuits. They just weren't paying attention. It's the little things like how that redhead twitches her lips with irritation when Mr. Harry Potter steals a sip from her morning juice or how she shifts away from him whenever he sits a little to close for her liking. Those are the things we house elves watch for, and its what made my biscuit tin the fullest.

I am beginning to leave my point. We house elves are pretty much left alone as long as we get our work done. The only house elf that causes us any sort of discomfort is Dobby. He keeps bringing attention to our actions. It just isn't done! It breaks every rule of politeness and the Code of Conduct for the House Elves at Hogwarts.

So the reason for this journal...well of sorts, is to- oh bother what was that word? - Document the most interesting interactions between Miss Ginny Weasley, Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy. They are the one's who have helped fill my biscuit tin to the top. Oh yes!

Oh dear, I've wondered again. This is going to cause some problems. I must try to stay on topic. House elves are not to be seen or heard, but they must do their duties with all their heart and soul. That is the house elf motto. This is also the reason why house elves are never truly noticed or considered to be of any importance. We proudly work and we keep out mouths shut about everything. Did I forget to mention that? We house elves know everything. This is why I feel - oh what's that word! What do I feel? - Compelled to write about one of Hogwarts most troublesome love triangles at this current time.

I've been watching those three since the day they set foot in our magnificent castle. There certainly wasn't any kind of friendship between Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy. They positively hated each other. Personally, I think it is because Mr. Harry Potter rejected Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Draco Malfoy is certainly not one to forgive easily. It's strange how seven years later they still act like first years. They've basically had the same squabbling tendencies since then.

Anyway, Miss Ginny Weasley came to our school with a crush on Mr. Harry Potter, it bordered upon obsession. It slowly calmed down I guess, because she went to the Yule Ball with that Neville Longbottom fellow. She went out with a couple of other boys from school, and then started to fall head over heels in love with the one and only Draco Malfoy.

I don't even think she knows how it happened, however, I do. It was the bet where I won that gigantic meringue scone. He had started watching her, seeing what little things irritated her so he could pull the old Malfoy one two on the youngest Weasley child. It worked too. She positively hated him. Whenever he was around her, she would tense up as if preparing for an attack. They came all right but soon the attacks became slower as if they were drawn out like he was savoring a delicious taste. He fell for her long before she fell for him though. It probably didn't help that she was going out with Mr. Harry Potter at the time. But that's beside the point. I can remember it like it just happened.

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Ginny had just walked out of potions class with a scowl on her face. She leaned against the wall waiting for Harry just like any other day when she spotted a figure lounging in the shadows, watching her with amusement.

"Waiting for your one and only, love?" he sneered at the short redhead.

"Why must you persist in calling me 'love'? I hate it! And yes, I am, thank you very much," she replied stiffly, turning a slim shoulder towards him.

"I know you hate it, that's why I do it." He pushed himself up from the floor, strolling over to her. "Well love, you might have to wait a little bit on that. McGonagall is currently chewing him out for defacing school property or some such rubbish. Really darling, I don't know how you put up with that delinquent," he said from behind her, running his hand up her arm to rest upon her shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

She shrugged off his hand in annoyance and took a step away from him. "Malfoy dear," she snapped the endearment sarcastically at him. "Why don't you go re-dye your roots or something? Your touch makes me want to scrub all the skin off of my body."

Draco's eyebrows twitched with amusement. "Really? Is that all my touch makes you feel? Disgust? I'm sure if I tried a little harder, you'd find it almost impossible to live without," this was said with self-assurance.

Ginny rolled her eyes and tried to storm past Draco but he moved to block her whichever way she went. Finally, she gave up trying to get around him and tried to make a mad dash between him and the wall trying to squeeze through. She almost made it. Almost. He had planted his arm against the stones blocking any passage for the pretty Gryffindor. She stomped her foot in rage, her eyes flashing magnificently, "Damn it, Draco! What the hell is your problem?"

Draco eyed her coolly before he sneered with distaste. "You're my problem," he said evenly as he ran a hand through his perfectly arranged hair. "I don't know how you did it but I can't get you out of my head. It's you and your freaking adorableness, your laughter and the other annoying things that haunt me whenever I take a breath. God damn it, Weasley, why did you just have to be so damn irresistible?" he whispered bitterly.

Ginny's face blanched and she took a wobbling step backwards. Her plump lips drew together in astonishment forming a perfect circle. "I'm...Oh...Malfoy?" she stammered.

"Yes, it's really me," he said as if he was resigned to his fate. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make a declaration or anything." He let his eyes trail down her face. He lifted his hand and flicked her cheek carelessly. "Think about it, will you? A Malfoy and a Weasley, it would never work." He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself but a Malfoy was always certain in his actions. "Stay with your precious Potter, Weasley, it's safer." His head snapped upwards and he glared down the hallway. He backed away with a careless little wave and disappeared into the shadows.

Ginny just stood there in shock, staring at the empty air where he had stood. "Oh crap!" she muttered with her eyes going wide, her hand lifting to linger over the spot where Draco had so idly touched her.

Footsteps suddenly pounded towards her. She turned to see Harry rushing towards her panting. "Sorry Gin, McGonagall kept me. Crazy old bat." He looped an arm around her waist, pulling her snuggly against him. "Ready to go?" his cheerful voice finally pierced her daze. She nodded and they walked off together towards their common room. Every now and then, Ginny would look over her shoulder and sigh, not seeing what she was looking for.

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That is what got me my most prized possession, the biscuit of my dreams. It was even worth the wait in the cold dark dank dungeons. Oh dear, it's time for me to help with the dinner preparations. I do hope I remember where I left off when I come back.

TBC~>