” After nearly a minute, he recovered and looked down at Heather, still on bended knee.“That was amazingly witty, but you actually meant that. Did...’t you?” He looked around at the rest of us. “She did mean that, and she was speaking for all of you. Wasn’t she?”Heather tugged slightly on his hands to get him focused on her. “Yes, Dad. I did. We did. You’re the only man that any of us has ever met who interests us at all. I’m not saying that we might not meet another such, but, so far, we. Mom took the soup off of the stove and placed it in front of my Dad and continued to stir it. Dad took off his pants and started rubbing his cock. I could see the end of my Dad’s mushroom head, then to my horror or maybe excitement, my Dad came into the soup as my Mom kept stirring it. Let me tell you, I guess I said something because Dad turned, as Mom looked up and over to me. “Son, we’re just making soup.” My Dad said it as if that is how they had been doing it for years. Then I realized it,. He was a good friend of Harry, and the only elf in Hogwarts that received pay, and dressed somewhat normally. “Oh my goodness! Dobby!” Hermione splutteredShe grabbed at her robes and tried to cover herself. “Those kinds of spells don’t work on House Elves” Dobby said. He was wearing the maroon sweater that Ron had given him for Christmas, which hung all the way to the floor. He had to roll the sleeves 10 times to let his arms out.“What?” Hermione gasped. “They could see me the entire time?”“Of. She was still naked but very much warmer now and quite comfortable. The sun had shone through the bathroom window onto her body, its beams dancing with subtle brilliance off her skin's smooth lustre with its delicately fine covering of tiny red-gold hairs, each one a minute and coruscating jewel, gleaming in the summer light. She had seen herself in the mirror and the sin of Vanity had immediately seized her in its grip! She looked good! Oh, my word, but DID she EVER look good!If the obsessed.