Harry-Dementor

18.5- Dobby's Bachelor Party

A/N: Just a oneshot of Albus, Sirius bonding with Snape while living in his quarters. Takes place in chapter 18 before Fred and George throw Graham into the vanishing cabinet.
Enjoy!

Albus was tucked into Severus's couch under the large, fluffy blanket Harry preferred when he was in the chambers. He took another bite of his chocolate bar and sighed deeply. He now had much more respect for the dementors and more sympathy for their prisoners than he ever had after his disastrous adventure with Harry to Little Hangleton. The man dramatically jumped when a house elf popped in suddenly. "Winky sends Dobby with hot chocolate for Headmaster Dumblydore," Dobby said, holding out a steaming mug.

"Ah, thank you, Dobby," Albus took the mug with a weak smile. "Thank Winky for me too."

"Winky says Dumblydore did this to hisself and Dobby should gives him no sympathy," the elf frowned at him. "Dumblydore seems sad though."

"Just emotionally tired. Winky is correct. I made a mistake, and Harry had to give my soul a bit of a shake," he explained to the elf with a chuckle at Winky's conclusions.

"Come on Snape...just answer the question," Sirius was pestering the man as they both re-entered the sitting room from Severus's potions lab.

"No, I will not play your childish game. Drink this Albus," the potion master handed a vial of calming draught to his employer.

"I already drank one of these," Dumbledore wrinkled his nose at the foul-tasting potion.

"Yes, and you need another one. The mutt obviously needs one as well," he sneered at his companion. "Maybe we should start a muggle IV of calming draught for him though."

"Spoil-sport," Sirius frowned before turning to the new addition in the room. "Make him play with me, Dobby. He's so up-tight."

"What's the dog-man playing?" Dobby smiled between them indulgently.

"Shag, marry, kill," Sirius jumped up and down excitedly. "He has to answer for Hagrid, McGonagall, and Filch."

"I've never heard of this game before," Dumbledore quickly downed the potion and chased it with a large sip of hot chocolate. "You are supposed to be keeping an eye on me...maybe playing a game will pass the time a bit? What are the rules, Sirius, my boy?"

"It's in the name of the game, Albus," Snape turned his sneer on the rest of the room now. "Black is an imbecile and more childish than the first-years I teach."

"Ooo, sounds fun!" Dobby clapped his hands and sat beside Dumbledore on the couch. "Pleeease...call it Dobby's bachelor party!"

"What? Yes!! You have to do it now!" Sirius crowed and immediately raided Snape's liquor cabinet. "This calls for drinks all around. Tequila for Albus since it isn't a downer and Scotch for the rest of us."

"Do not open the good bottle from Minerva, Black! Grab the one that's already been opened," Snape sighed and gave in, knowing he wasn't going to win now that Dumbledore was already asking the elf about his wedding plans.

"Dobby, might there happen to be margarita mix in the kitchen?" Sirius held up the tequila questioningly.

With a snap of his fingers, a pitcher of margarita mix and a bowl of ice were sitting on Snape's cluttered coffee table.