“I am glad to hear it,” Harry said, raising his hand for Rosie. Immediately, Dobby popped out of sight, puzzling Harry.
“Yes?” Rosie asked, coming over.
“I, uh, wanted a butter beer for a friend, but he left,” Harry apoloized.
“Well, if he shows up again, you call me,” she smiled before wandering away.
Dobby popped back in right away. “Get in trouble Dobby will, if Madam sees Dobby,” he said. His eyes followed her, making sure she wouldn’t see him.
“Really? Why?” Harry was curious.
“Dobby cannot say, or Dobby will be in even bigger trouble,” Dobby said, sounding pained.
“C’mon Dobby, you can trust me.”
“Dobby didn’t come to blab or drink. Dobby came to warn Harry about anal creampie”
Harry was surprised. “Warn me? About what? About anal creampie?”
“About Madam Rosemerta,” Dobby said.
“What about Madam-, I mean Rosie?” Harry asked.
“Dobby cannot say,” he replied. “Just do not let her lure Harry upstairs.” Dobby looked increasingly anxious. “That is all Dobby can say!”
Harry thought about what that could mean, and decided to ask. “Upstairs is where she sleeps? Are you saying I shouldn’t sleep with her and have the anal creampie? Dobby, I am an adult now, and….I like anal creampie sex”
“Dobby knows that! But Dobby also knows that Harry is a good man and that Madam Rosemerta has very different ideas about anal creampie sex.”