Puppy-Dog Tales

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Chapter 16 - Dumping, Drinking, Dessert, Debauchery

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Hermione disapparated with a clap.

“I told her I am stopping to court her."

She raced up the hill toward Hogwarts.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" a voice asked.

She looked up and gasped as she saw Severus standing there with a trunk next to him.

“I can't stay at the Malfoys! It's too much to bear!”

"What happened?" Severus asked, taking her close and grinning.

“Draco is being a child. And Lucius just announced that he cannot continue to court me!”

"I'm so sorry," Severus said, hiding his grin as Hermione sobbed.

"Can we go to your quarters?"

"No," Severus said.

“Then to your estate? Home? Somewhere private?”

"Yes," Severus said, holding her close.

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"Where does he get off bullying his father into not courting me?" Hermione moaned. She leaned up and tried to kiss Severus.

Severus moved his head so that she kissed just his cheek.

"Severus, why did you dodge?"

“I will not be a test object for you.”

"You are not!" Hermione said, "I want to kiss you." She reached for him.

“I don't want to be a sloppy second either!”

"You aren't!"

"I know how you woke up with Draco this morning," he said, pushing her back, "And you only run to me when Malfoy screws up."

“How do you know this?” she asked, pouting.

"I know many things, Miss Granger," Severus said. "Don't forget that I was a spy for many years."

“You are spying on me?”

"I just can't lose another witch to a Malfoy, and you are already lost," Severus said. "You just don't want to see it. I'm sure you can convince Lucius to bed you. But it is better for me to give you up before I grow any more attached."

“Do you know how this sounds to me? That you are just giving up!” She pounded his chest with her tiny fists.

"Do you know how it sounds when you come to me and cry about how evil the Malfoys are for almost three hours? You care more than you like and want to admit. You love their whole family."

“I didn't say that! I could love you! You are different than them!”

"Hermione, you already love them. I can see it when you vent about Draco. We can be the best of friends, but please don't make this harder for me than it already is."

“You are a coward, Severus! You don't even want to fight for me!”

"I don't want to lose another witch to a Malfoy. Better to give you up!"

Hermione spun and stomped away from him.

Severus hung his head. It hurt a lot but he needed to do this. He couldn't let her steal his heart.

Draco wanted her!

She would go find Draco.

She apparated back to the Manor, her face tear stained and her anger rising. She'd show the older men what she chose then!

"HERMIONE! I was so worried," Draco cried, racing toward her.

"Draco!" Hermione said, grabbing his cheeks and shoving her mouth against his.

Draco groaned as she shoved him against a tree.

Draco was more than surprised of her affections, but willingly accepted.

"Draco," Hermione said, pulling back from him.

Draco incoherently followed her lips with a moan.

"Draco," Hermione said, putting space between their bodies.

“Yes, my love?”

"Take me away from here! The others are so hateful and mean. Not like you," she said, playing with his robes.

"Rome, Paris, Madrid? Just name the place, and we can go there!" Draco said, resting his hands on her hips.

“Paris!” she exclaimed. “There's a lot to see! So romantic, too!”

"Okay," Draco whispered, following her lips. "We have a really nice penthouse there."

“Can I go and pack? Just some basics! And I'll also pack your potion!”

"Okay," Draco said, "I'll come with you. We should eat out at some fancy places and be seen together."

“If you wish! But I can kiss and hug you when I want!”

"Of course," Draco said. "I am your servant. All you have to do is grab."

“So what do we need to go there?”

“All I need to get father make us a portkey which will transport us right to our penthouse.”

“Wonderful! I'll go and get the few things we'll need!” she said and kissed him again.

"I love you, Hermione," Draco said, watching her prance up the stairs.

Lucius was sitting in his study, glaring angrily at his whiskey glass.

"Father," Draco waltzed into the study. "Hermione wants to go with me to Paris."

“Did you Imperio her?” Lucius asked with a sneer.

"She suggested it!" Draco said puffing his chest out.

Hermione bounced into the study a moment later carrying a suitcase. She gave Lucius a hurt glare before taking Draco's arm.

“Are we ready to go?” Hermione asked cheerfully looking up at him with big innocent eyes.

“Not yet, Love. I haven't gotten the portkey yet.”

Hermione looked up at him and pouted prettily, "I'm so looking forward to it--" she raised her voice, "AFTER ALL, you are the only man I am courting. Why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?”

Lucius glared at Draco and took a letter opening knife and turned it into a portkey.

Hermione watched Lucius sadly.

She released Draco and set the suitcase down and dashed over to Lucius. She wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you so much, Luc-Lord Malfoy," Hermione said, "It means so much to Draco and me." She went quickly back to Draco and hugged him close.

Lucius wanted to puke. His son had won over the witch unfairly.

"Draco," Hermione tugged on his sleeve. "I want Champagne when we get there."

“Anything, love,” Draco assured her, carefully placing her hand on the handle of the letter opener and then putting his hand on top of hers.

Hermione stuck her bottom lip out as she jerked her chin at Lucius. Wasn't he going to stop them? He was supposed to stop them. Any second. He would stop or become a chaperone. But Lucius sat, not looking at them even.

Hermione pouted tugging on his arm, "I need that drink, Draco."

“Of course,” Draco said and summoned the blade holster before activating the portkey. The next moment they arrived in a posh dining room.

Hermione smiled only when she saw the bar and walked over to it quickly pulling out a flute and a bottle of chilled champagne. She poured a glass and took several gulps before refilling it.

“Would you like a bit of sightseeing, Love?” Draco asked as he took the empty flute from her hand.

Hermione pouted, "Can we take the Champagne with us?"

“No, Love, but we can go and have some fun with looking at the wonderful sights in Paris.”

"But Draco, I'm thirsty," she said, frowning at the bottle.

"We could try wines at various restaurants that we go by," Draco offered.

“Okay...do you want a drink, too?”

"I can wait," Draco said. "I was hoping to try a Muggle drink with fizzies."

“Oh you mean a fizzy drink?”

“I guess...it's not alcoholic, as far as I know.”

“That's true," Hermione said, "But they are very yummy, and there are many flavors to chose from."

“You are more delicious than anything...” he murmured.

Hermione took his arm, "Where will you take me first? I just want to stay close to you."

“I know a few nice spots,” he assured her and took her hand.

Hermione tugged his arm close, "You aren't going to dump me too, are you? I will be total crap if you do."

“No, why would I dump you?”

“I don't know; your father and Severus did…Harry too!”

"Well, I want to marry you," Draco said, kissing her cheek. "I want...I want..."

“Yes, Draco?” she asked, her hand cupping his bum.

"tohavebabieswithyou," he said quickly as he dropped his cheek to her shoulder.

“You want what with me? I didn't hear you right?”

Draco moaned in her ear as a hand slid into back pocket and another cupped his front, “Love, if you continue touching me like this you will get me in a sticky spot.”

"No one else is to touch you," Hermione said, stomping her foot. "You are to be my boy."

“I am all yours, Love. Would you like to stop for a snack?”

"A drink and a dessert," Hermione said, pulling him down for a kiss.

Draco kissed her back eagerly. He didn't care that they were in the middle of the street.

“I want something yummy, Draco," Hermione said. "I want a traditional Parisian dessert."

“Anything, Love. What is that dessert?”

"I don't know yet," Hermione pouted, "I will have to see what they have."

Draco led her into a nice looking small cafe.

Hermione smiled up at him.

They looked at the menu and decided on a large shared ice cream bowl and soda and champagne to drink.

"Draco, I think I shall need to try more than just ice cream...you might need to get me something super special," she teased as she slipped her shoe off and slid her foot to rest on his lap.

'What would that be?' he asked, looking at the fizzing orange drink in his glass.

"Crème Broulee," Hermione said, sliding her foot up to rest against his crotch. "You brought me to France."

“Anything...” he murmured.

"I want to go back to the penthouse," Hermione said, chewing on her lower lip and looking at the boy.

Draco, she could handle. He was obvious in his wants.

“Let's finish the sweets,” he said huskily. If she'd continue with that teasing, he'd come in his pants. Or he'd throw her against the wall in the penthouse and have her.

"I want to play," Hermione said, sliding her other foot up over his hip.

“Did you want that burned cream?”

"Yes, in our room," Hermione said, "Being fed by a man dressed to suit me."

“Is what I am wearing not good enough?” Draco asked self-consciously.

"You're wearing too much," Hermione said, taking another gulp from her eighth or ninth glass of champagne, she couldn't remember.

“Love, maybe you've had enough champagne,” he said and took the empty glass from her, offering her his soda.

"Draco, give me the champagne," she said, glaring at him with slightly glassy eyes.

“You have had enough of that, Love. Let's go home,” he said and got up, putting a fifty Euro bill on the table to settle the bill.

"But Draco, you said you wanted me to be happy," Hermione said, holding his arms tightly. "And I don't want to go be anywhere near Lucius. He is a fuddy-duddy."

“No, I meant to the penthouse. We can stay there for as long as you'd like.”

"Yay," Hermione said, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He barely managed to get her into the lift as she was clinging to him so tightly.

"You need to have your clothes off," Hermione said, tugging at his shirt. "I demand it."

“We're not there yet, Love. Would you like a nap?”

"I want a striptease," Hermione said, patting his bum.

“That you can get...but no champagne for a while.”

Hermione stuck her lower lip out at him, "Why?"

“Because you are drunk, darling. You had a whole bottle of champagne.”

"We shall go for a swim," Hermione said, "You will skinny dip."

“How did you know we had a pool?” Draco asked, keeping the drunk witch from falling over.

"I know all," Hermione whispered conspiratorially in Draco's ear before licking his cheek.

“I actually saw the poll through the dining room window!” she announced and tried to run away from him, rushing towards the entry to the penthouse.

"Hey, wait for me," Draco called, chasing after her.

“Catch me if you can,” she said and almost tripped on the Persian carpet.

Draco sped up and grabbed her by her waist tugging her back to his chest, "You are the most gorgeous witch alive."

“And I want to see you naked!”

"You will," Draco whispered, taking her hand and placing it on his erection. "Do you feel him?"

“Did you name it?” she asked and giggled again.

"What do you want his name to be?" Draco growled herding her toward the bed and bending her over the edge.

“I want to see it first I think... it feels very large and hot…”

"What do I get in return?" Draco asked, sliding a hand along her thigh with a loud growl before he rubbed his erection against the plump bottom of the wriggling witch.

“I will strip too! And then we will do what naked people do!” she cheered.

"Have sex in the pool?" Draco asked with a groan as he watched her wriggle out of her tiny skirt.

“Anywhere...I want to see you naked, first though.”

“Wouldn't you rather like a candlelit bedroom to make love?”

Draco flicked his wand at himself causing his clothes to vanish and reappear neatly on a chair.

“That wasn't a true strip tease,” she said and pouted. “But you look nice still, so I'll forgive you!”

"I assumed you would rather me be naked as soon as possible," Draco said, nervously looking away.

“Well I like you naked. Come here, pretty boy,” she demanded and sat down on a nearby sofa.

"Where would the lady have me sit?" Draco asked, staring at her as she splayed herself on the sofa.

“Come and sit next to me. I want to see and touch all!”

Draco was drawn close to her.

"Would you prefer the floor or the sofa for me, Love?" Draco asked, as her tiny hand slid over his abs.

“The sofa...so I can have a closer look at your gorgeous self.”

Draco joined her reclining on his back as her hands continued their gentle petting.

“I like very much what I see. And I like that you're letting me touch.”

Draco's eyes were shut as he enjoyed the petting.

"I love the way you touch me," Draco said. "I love being touched.

"PTOLEMY!" Hermione squealed jumping up. "I left my puppy."

Draco sighed in exasperation. Why was she thinking of the dog when they were about to have sex?

“Hermione, we'll get the puppy sent here later...come back, love!”

"Draco, please go get the puppy," she pouted at him. "Please Draco."

Draco grabbed the witch and held her close for a moment. She sobbed on his shoulder, but when he leaned down to kiss her, she responded to the kiss.

She pushed him back a second later.

"Get me the puppy," she said with a pout.

“But love, you have me naked here and you think of the puppy?” he asked, absolutely hurt that she used him.

"I just need the puppy," she said, kissing at his neck and playing with his hair. "I want to get a surprise ready for you, and now you know. So it is not such a surprise."

“A surprise involving the dog? I don't believe you. You are drunk, Hermione.” He summoned his bathrobe and went to the bar to get an ice water.

Hermione sank to the couch crying.

"You are so mean!" Hermione declared. "Lucius would never do that."

“Lucius doesn't court you anymore. I do!” Draco declared, taking a threatening step closer to the witch. “But you can't tease a wizard like this!”

Hermione whined loudly and stood up to go to him, "I'm not teasing. You say you are my servant, but you won't go get my puppy."

“Well, you didn't say a word about the puppy before I got naked. It's as clear as day that you'd rather play with the dog than me. I'll be in the guest room.” Draco turned around and walked into the long hallway, slamming the first door on the right.

"Draco," she called racing after him. "You are MEAN!"

Draco didn't want to listen. It was clear that she didn't find him attractive. She had started to blabber about the dog right before she was about to touch him. Surely she found him so disgusting that she tried to find an excuse.

Hermione crossed her arms and went into the bedroom.

"Draco, you don't treat me that way. Just because you are a handsome wizard doesn't mean you can be hateful."

“Hateful about what? You are being mean to me. You get mean when drunk!”

"Draco," Hermione said, reaching for him. "I want hugs."

“You want hugs from a dog. Not from me.” He lay back on the bed and ignored her.

Hermione walked out and went to the fridge, she opened it and smiled when she found chocolate sauce and whip cream.

She would show him! She had read this in so many books! It had to work! She went back to the bedroom.

"I want you naked," Hermione demanded, stomping her little foot.

“Not going to happen. Go to the master bedroom. You can sleep there.”

Hermione pouted, "I want a Draco dessert!"

“That was on offer half an hour ago. If you floo father, he'll floo the dog over to you. Give sweets to the dog, I don't care,” Draco huffed and wrapped the duvet around himself tightly.

"I will get a Lucius Dessert then!" Hermione huffed, slamming the door as she left.

The boy was unreasonable! Did it matter that she was drunk? No, not to her! Did it matter that she began to miss her puppy when she was about to have sex with Draco? Yes! Did it matter that Draco was upset now? Well he was a prat!

"Lucius!" Hermione called through the floo. "Lucius! I need you."

Lucius looked up from his fourth drink when the floo activated.

"Draco is so mean!" Hermione declared as she stumbled through. "He says I can't have Malfoy Pie.”

She wrapped her arms around Lucius.

"What are you doing here, witch?" Lucius asked through his tipsy haze.

"I will have my Malfoy Sundae," Hermione declared showing him chocolate sauce and whip cream.

"You're missing the cherry," Lucius said holding out an olive from his martini.

“That I do!” Hermione agreed cheerfully taking the olive from him.

Lucius laughed and opened his shirt, "I just have one request." He held her wrist.

“Yes, what is that?”

"Would you call in a Lucius Delight?" he asked, laughing as he tugged as his shirt drunkenly.

“I would! I want to make love to somebody today!”

"Not while we're drunk...we should take potion," Lucius said, showing her a sparkly blue potion. "It tastes like cotton candy." He giggled and held out the potion to her.

“I like being drunk!” Hermione declared.

"Me too," Lucius said, "But I will cherish the memory of our first time for life. We might conceive."

“I like babies!” Hermione giggled and kissed Lucius.

"Potion," Lucius said, offering it to her. "For me too. We drink to toast our engagement."

“Okay…but only if you kiss me!”

"I like kissing," Lucius said, pulling her close and pressing his tongue to her lips as he squeezed her hips.

She wrapped her arms around Lucius.

“You will be my hot man. Draco didn't want to please me. Will you?”

"If you can make me a promise," Lucius said, with drooped eyes

“Anything,” she said and reached to grope his bum.

"I want to have a little girl," Lucius said, "A little princess to spoil."

“Yes, we will make babies!”

"Where are you Hermione?" Draco's voice called and was followed by the banging of the door.

“It’s the party pooper!” Hermione whispered to Lucius.

Lucius just sighed as her hand slid into his trousers.

"MOTHER!" Draco shouted. "MOTHER!"

“You are nicer. And your bit is bigger, too!” Hermione giggled.

Narcissa strode into the room. She put a hand to her mouth when she saw a young witch on her knees before Lucius.

"Draco, a moment," she said, taking her son's hand.

Hermione was too engrossed in the matter at hand that she didn't notice the other witch enter.

Narcissa dragged her son out of the room, "Seduce her, Draco." Narcissa sniffed a little and pressed her hands to her eyes briefly.

“Oh, hello Cissa!” Lucius said and looked up to his wife.

Draco didn't pay much attention. Narcissa grabbed his chin.

"Draco, if you seduce her, she will be irreversibly engaged to you," Narcissa said, gliding forward with grace and dignity to take Lucius as Draco tugged Hermione away.

“I want to have fun!” Hermione whined, trying to escape Draco’s grasp.

"You will have fun with me!" Draco declared, hugging her more tightly.

“You are no fun! Boring! Small bit!” She tried to kick herself out of his arms.

"I am fun, and I have an enormous bit. I will show you!"

“Hippogriff poop!”

Draco grabbed her hand and put it on his trouser front.

Hermione gasped as the hardness filled her hand.

“You will play with this, and only this!”

Hermione giggled over it and fell to her knees, "I want to see."

Narcissa quickly removed her husband from the room.

“I'll get you to bed and then you will see,” he answered and hoisted her up.

Hermione giggled and reached for the firm bum as she was flipped over Draco's shoulder. She squealed when her bum was smacked.

He strode towards the floo and muttered the Parisian flat's address.

Hermione reached down and began tugging Draco's robe up.

Ptolemy barked, darting through the floo behind them. Not far behind him was Morgana, tugging at the boy pup's tail.

"Draco, I love your bum!" Hermione said, as she exposed it. She brought a hand down on one cheek.

He didn't say anything but just kept on going towards the master bedroom. He put the little witch down on the wide bed and sighed.

Hermione wriggled and lifted her arms above her head. "Touch me, Malfoy," Hermione said, hooking a leg around his waist.

“You need some sleep, witch!” he growled, not wanting to have the witch when she was out of her mind.

"I want you, Draco," Hermione said, sliding her skirt up.

“Do you really?” he was still upset by finding her with her hands down his father's pants.

"Yes, I wanted to set up romantic night for you when I wanted you to get Ptolemy. But you told me to sleep alone, so I went for your father to get back at you," Hermione said, sitting up and putting her hands on his hips.

“Why didn't you tell me what you were about to do?”

"I tried, but you wouldn't listen to me," Hermione was now pouting furiously, and she shoved him away pouting.

“Well, you just can't tease me and then tell me to get the dog! What was I supposed to think?”

"I told you I had surprise. You are banished to couch!" Hermione pointed a finger at the door.

“I won't be banished in my own house!”

"Yes, you will," Hermione pouted, "I am a LADY!"

“You are a drunken, promiscuous bint,” he huffed.

"You are a stinky bugger!" Hermione said, "You interrupted my Hermione/Lucius time!"

“You are courting only me!” Draco was so angry at her. How did she dare to behave like this?

"You didn't want me," Hermione pouted, "And you still won't touch me!"

“I want you to sober up. And decide what you want. A marriage is forever!”

Hermione pouted and tugged the covers back crawling under.

“I don't like party poopers! I thought you were supposed to be fun!”

"I am fun!" Draco declared, pulling the blanket back. "I am amazing fun."

“You are boring. Not as confident about sex as Lucius!”

"I'll unsex you good, if you take sober up potion and still want me," Draco said, taking her arm and pulling her against him gruffly.

Hermione gasped at the power.

“Drunk is fun! The most fun I ever felt!” she slurred.

Draco strode into the bathroom and grabbed a potion from under the sink. He stomped back into the bedroom and grabbed Hermione's chin.

“I no want a potion!” she protested.

Draco dumped the potion into her mouth and held it closed, pinching her nose so she had no choice but to swallow.

She glared at him.

Hermione shook her head as it cleared.

Draco released her.

"You needed to sober up," he said, "I'll just go to the couch now."

“Wait!” she said, sitting up.

"What?" Draco asked, turning to her with slumped shoulders.

“I didn't mean to be mean to you. I've never drunk before! I have a horrible headache now and feel sleepy. Can you hold me when I sleep? Please? I get restless in unfamiliar beds.”

“Thanks, but I'd rather go to the guest room. I heard what you think of me.”

Hermione stood up and walked over to the blond wizard. She wrapped her arms around him and put her cheek on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Draco. Everyone knows drunks are just full of crap."

“No, I think you made your feelings clear. Maybe I was wrong to hope that you'd like me as I am.”

“I promise to be good from now on,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.

Draco just stood still and let her hug him.

"I do think you are quite handsome and sweet, most of the time," Hermione said, petting his hair.

“But is that enough for you to want to marry me?”

"I don't know you well yet," Hermione said, "But you seem like you are willing to learn to please me, and you are creative and playful. I love that."

Draco still looked at her sadly. “I want to be loved. And I know I don't deserve it.”

"Love takes time, Draco," Hermione said. "I've never been in love, you know. So you could be my first, and hopefully my only." Hermione lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Will you stay with me?" Hermione tugged his arm and putting a hand on her waist.

“Do you really want me to?” Draco asked, uncertain. “Should I change?”

"Maybe just a pair of boxers," Hermione said, putting Draco's other hand on her back. "I want lots of cuddling. This is important, Draco. I love cuddling."

“I love cuddling too, especially with the witch I love.”

Hermione smiled, and she crawled onto the bed and pulled the covers back. She fluffed the pillows and tried to get the bed looking nice.

Draco turned around and got a pair of boxers from the drawers to preserve his modesty.

Hermione pointed her wand at herself and transfigured her clothes into a pale pink negligee with a simple flower design on the left corner.

“Come to bed, Draco. I feel sleepy.”

Draco's eyes glowed and widened briefly as he saw the witch kneeling at the head of the bed.

“Does this nightie look okay?”

"Gorgeous," Draco said, moving toward the bed. He gently sat down.

Hermione put her arms around him and helped him to lie down on his stomach. She began to rub his shoulders and back after pulling the blanket up over his hips. She brushed her fingers lightly over his buttocks.

“I think you have the most perfect body I've ever seen. I especially like your bum. So firm and nice to grab.”

Draco sighed as she rubbed him. He arched his back into her touch and moaned as she came to rest her cheek in the center of his shoulder blades.

“Is this comfortable for you, Draco?”

"I love this," Draco said, lifting a hand to touch her thigh.

“And I'd love it even more if you could turn around and hold me.”

"If that is what you'd like," Draco said, flipping over and tugging her close, leaning in to put his forehead against hers for a moment.

“It feels very nice to be close to you, Draco.”

Draco moaned, "Let's sleep, Love."

Hermione snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes.

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There it was. Hope you liked it. Drop a review.

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