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Dobby and Narcissa are on fire

Mr. Montgomery was lazily sipping firewhiskey from a small coffee cup when there was a quiet knock at the door. He hastily gulped down the rest of the firewhiskey and stashed the cup in the top drawer of his desk.

Come in. - came his confident low tenor. A soaked one, to be exact. The matte-gloss wooden door slowly opened, and a tall, long-haired blond man appeared on the threshold. His appearance radiated self-confidence and contempt for everyone else.

To what do I owe the honor? - Montgomery asked dryly, looking at the strange visitor with interest.

My name is Lucius Malfoy. I would like to file a report on the disappearance of my wife, Lady Narcissa Malfoy.

Why don't you have a seat? - Montgomery smiled lightly. The lanky aristocrat lowered himself gingerly onto the offered wobbly chair.

Now let's start at the beginning. How did it all happen? - Montgomery leaned back in his worn swivel chair.

The following has come to light: Mr. Malfoy, a hereditary aristocrat, lives in Malfoy Manor. Son Draco works in London, wife Narcissa resides with Lucius. They have several house elves, including, according to the official registry, a house elf named Dobby.

This morning, Mr. Malfoy found a note scribbled by Narcissa at home: "I've gone away with my lover, believe me, it's better for both of us. There was no way to be sure it was her handwriting, though. Mr. Malfoy searched the entire house and grounds - his wife was nowhere to be found. So she must have left during the night. But with whom? There was no one else in the house. Only the housekeepers. But one of them, Dobby, had also disappeared that night. So Mr. Malfoy decided to seek the help of the magical police, hoping to get to the bottom of the situation. Elmer Montgomery frantically analyzed what he had heard. It turns out that in one night a rich aristocrat, a representative of one of the oldest magical families of Great Britain and a house elf disappeared. A kidnapping? Why would the house elf be a kidnapper? Maybe he's a witness.We must examine your house and try to find traces of the crime. - Montgomery was adamant, and he was worried sick about what was going on. - I'll grab the investigative team, and then we'll apparate to your place. Meet me at the bulletin board in the lobby.

Meanwhile, in a house on the outskirts of Plymouth…

'My darling…' Narcissa exhaled hotly into her lover's ear. - How could we have ignored each other for so long…? He didn't let her finish, and Narcissa plunged into a maelstrom of pleasure. Her lousy aristocrat was not that he was good for nothing, but not as passionate as her lover.

Darling, we're never going to leave here, are we? We're never going to part, are we? - he whispered.

We won't. We can't live without each other. No, Lucius was definitely no match for her lover. Dobby, after all, is not human. He's practically an animal according to the Malfoys. So Narcissa's a zoophile now. Then what is Dobby? Does it matter, though? What matters is that they love each other. They had realized this three months ago, when Narcissa had noticed that Dobby was always hanging around her and serving not Lucius, but her. Lucius, on the other hand, was the one he didn't want to notice. Sure, he had to do his bidding, but he did so sluggishly and glared angrily at his rightful master. Narcissa only chuckled - this elf thought a lot of himself. But he obeyed her orders with fervor and even tried to do her a favor on his own initiative. He would make tea or bake a cake.

The aristocrats' lifestyle consists of socializing and permanent idleness. Narcissa was not a very active person, unlike Bella, but she was still concerned with the problem of "what to do with her brain," unlike most of her colleagues in the golden cage. A lot of things had happened since spring: Draco had found a job and left for London; Lucius had started to go to the left and had grown cold to his wife; Bella had stopped by for a couple of days and left for some Muggle masochist she had been living with for a long time. Narcissa, sitting alone at home, was going crazy with idleness and the horrible contrast of her depressed inner state and the spring storm of hormones. She lost her interest in reading when she went through the literature in her meager home library for the hundredth time. But her interest in walking had to be put on hold - the slush and washed-out roads of early spring were in no way conducive to it. So she began to look at Dobby, to study his behavior, to look at him closely. He was, of course, an animal according to most people. But he's a very sweet and charming animal. He may be small, he may have huge ears, he may have woolly skin hanging down in folds - but he's alive, too!

And one day, Narcissa wished he would never leave her side again. Or to spend as much time with her as possible. She told Lucius that she wanted to learn to draw and decided to draw Dobby. To say that Lucius was surprised was an understatement. First his breath caught, then he managed to take a breath after all. He didn't want to do that, but he launched into a long, convoluted tirade, the point of which was that he shouldn't keep the housekeeper busy with nonsense, let him work like a damned man. But he still allowed him to draw - let his wife have some fun, or she'd get rusty from boredom. So Narcissa began to draw. Dobby posed for her every day, and at intervals he brought her tea. One day Narcissa thanked him, thus doing something of which her husband had only a very rough idea. Dobby cried then. And she handed him a clean napkin…. Later the work on the portrait began to wane. More and more time the sitter and the artist spent in conversation. First on everyday topics, then - about more abstract problems. Dobby, however, was not aware of any of them. Narcissa told him about a world he had never really seen. She was his guide to a world of ruthless exploiters. And the portrait moved ever more slowly. Lucius chuckled condescendingly as he looked at the resulting creation, causing Narcissa to take offense and stop showing him the portrait.

The climax was when Narcissa didn't even pull the coverlet off the canvas when she started working - then she and the housekeeper had talked for six hours straight. That was when she stopped fooling herself. Yes, she was attracted to that animal that so resembled a mouse. Yes, she was uncomfortable with her husband's rough caresses. Yes, she felt sympathy for the houseboys. She looked into Dobby's eyes. He did not avert his gaze. Slave and master were at that moment closer than the most ardent lovers, they didn't need legillement to understand each other without words. Narcissa unconsciously reached out her hand toward him. Dobby pulled himself closer to her. They had lost eye contact and only bodily contact remained. If aristocrats were made by that criterion, Dobby could easily be king. He was insistent, but delicate at the same time. That's when she realized she was no longer an aristocrat. In fact, she could hardly be considered normal anymore. How could it be that the highly respected Lady Malfoy turned out to be a zoophile. And not just a zoophile, but the object of her affection was a pet! Belonging to her husband!

After what had happened, Narcissa couldn't find a place to sit for hours on end. What to do now, how to face her husband and Dobby? She was no longer interested in her husband, but working with Dobby seemed inexpressibly attractive and frightening now. And how did he feel about what had happened? Oh Merlin, what had they done… What if she was pregnant! Narcissa clutched at her head and was overcome with suicidal thoughts. At first she tried to chase them away, but then gave up trying unsuccessfully. Toward evening, tired of the situation, she called Dobby over and asked him bluntly what he thought about what had happened. He blinked and, with his head down, mumbled crumpledly that he had loved Narcissa for a long time and today had been one of the few happy days of his life. Narcissa cried, and he sat down awkwardly beside her on the expensive bedspread, stroking her shoulders with his paw as she sobbed. That night they agreed to see each other as often as possible. And when Lucius returned, Dobby had to leave Narcissa behind and do the long-haired autocrat's bidding. Two weeks later, Narcissa finally realized that she hated Lucius. The vacant seat of her lover was not empty - Dobby had ascended to it. He had ascended like a true aristocrat, albeit dressed in an old pillowcase. He was far more honorable than Lucius.

During one of their dates, they almost got caught - two houseboys wanted to ask the landlady's permission to move a cupboard. Narcissa yelled at the houseboys and wanted to beat them up - but realized she couldn't do that. more application. I mean, they're like Dobby - they're houseboys too, they're just as miserable as he is. So in order not to incur suspicion, Narcissa threatened to flog them next time. The habitually frightened houseboys retreated, forgetting to ask the question they had come to ask. It was then that the lovers began to make plans to escape. Both hated Lucius, and both longed for some kind of freedom. But beforehand, Narcissa made sure that Lucius told Dobby to become her slave. The plans lasted almost a month, after which they finally approved the now executed plan. The cottage on the outskirts of Plymouth was formally owned by the state, but was not actually used - it stood off the roads and communications. Narcissa had memorized it during one of her trips with Andromeda. And already two twenty-four hours later, they had realized their plan. And now they were enjoying each other in the silence of the old house. The whole world had receded into the background - their love was worth it. Narcissa was completely maddened by the flow of new feelings and had long ago lost control of herself. Without true love, she had lost half of her life. And she could have lost all of it without a trace.

Meanwhile, Mr. Montgomery and his crew had thoroughly examined every millimeter of the mansion, scanned the grounds with magic, and concluded that there was no sign of intruders. So who did Narcissa run off with? Dobby or something? It's a confusing situation. Interviews with the houseboys turned up nothing. Especially since they really had no idea how Dobby and Narcissa felt.

We do have a remedy, but it's not, how shall we put it mildly, legal. It can only be used with a prosecutor's authorization.

Give me your remedy! - Lucius shouted.

Illegal…" Montgomery mumbled. - But in your case, for five galleons, I think it's possible.

You damned bribe-taker. - Lucius hissed, dropping the money into the palm of his hand. Montgomery pulled a mirror from his pocket, cast a spell, and the mirror grew to the size of a wall mirror. He set it on the floor.

Now we'll find out where she is… The mirror will show a picture…" and Montgomery waved his wand. A stream of lilac color flowed from it and scattered a hundred sparks near the mirror.

The image that came into view was blurry at first, but after a few seconds it became clearer. Lucius caught his breath: what the hell is she doing? It only got worse when he realized who his wife was with… But the investigation team was also stunned. Narcissa, undressed and breathtakingly beautiful, was lying on the sofa and moaning under the caresses of her lover. The prominent body movements left no doubt as to what exactly Narcissa and her lover were doing. The elf, wrinkled and with sagging skin, at first glance seemed like a tumor on her body, ugly and causing nothing but disgust. Lucius had never seen his wife like this before. Beautiful, predatory and at the same time as if afraid of not being delicate. She was the epitome of femininity. The elf gave her pleasures and she took them. Her disheveled hair made her look like a true witch. She arched and screamed her lover's name. She was the personification of all forbidden passions and vicious instincts, of carefully harbored desires and subconscious dreams, she was eroticism personified. What an idiot he was to cheat on her!

Shut it off! - he yelled. Montgomery reluctantly stopped watching. A map of Britain flashed on the mirror, showing the exact address of that house in Plymouth. - I have no further need of your services! I'm withdrawing my application!

As you wish, sir. - bowed to Montgomery. The police apparated back to the station. Lucius sat down on the floor and cradled his head. He, an aristocrat, had been abandoned by his wife in favor of a houseboy! It was out of his mind… It would be out of the question to even look for her - she was forever defiled by his filthy paws. What does she see in him? She's a stuffed fool! Lucius splashed firewhiskey into a glass and drank it down in one gulp. He wouldn't go looking for her. And when she came crawling back to apologize, he'd throw her out with the toe of his boot. He'll burn the shoe. If anyone asks, his wife's gone to her relatives. That way, no one will know of his shame. And what to say to Draco?

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