Puppy-Dog Tales

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Chapter 2 - People Training

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Draco slunk out of Hermione's room early that morning. He crept through the common room and darted up the side to the boys' dormitory rooms.

They had Quidditch this morning. Draco stood at the door at the top of the tower. It creaked open easily for him, and he walked into the room.

He was on a mission! He sniffed the floor over to Potter's trunk and used his nose to open it.

JACKPOT!

This was too easy. Potter was such an idiot.

Draco happily grabbed the invisibility cloak in his mouth and shook his head when he saw a piece of parchment fall out of it.

Marauder's Map.

Draco used his paws to carefully turn open a leaf of the parchment. His ears went back when he saw his real name was in the Gryffindor dorm room. He wiggled under the cloak and picked the parchment up in his mouth. His treasures!

He would hide them safely.

He trotted back up the stairs to the girls’ dorms and walked into Hermione's room.

He got down on his stomach and crept under the bed. He pulled the cloak off and set the parchment down. He would keep the treasures.

“Puppy? Where are you, Prince?”

Draco’s tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he eyed at his treasures before he wiggled out from under the bed. He hopped up onto the bed and began to lick her face happily before jumping down and nosing her slippers to where her feet could slip into them the moment she exited the bed.

“You are sweet, Prince!”

Draco wagged his tail. Then he hopped down and walked over to her bottom dresser drawer that was open a crack. He pushed his nose into it and his tongue lolled out of his mouth when he saw several dozen bra and panty sets. His tongue hung out as he looked at them all. He decided to pick the silver set, proper French knickers.

He picked them up in his mouth and darted to the bed. He set them down and darted to her closet. Damn! Everything was black, white, or a shade of grey. He seized a knee length skirt in his mouth with a floral pattern and tugged it from its hanger before trotting out to the bed. He set it on the bed and trotted back to the closet to pick up a pair of nice black heels.

“Prince, this is not a uniform skirt!”

Draco cocked his head at her. It was Hogsmeade weekend. She didn't have to wear her uniform. He barked happily and pointed his paw at the calendar.

Hermione looked over.

"Oh yes!" she said, standing up and stretching not caring that the nightie rode up to reveal her arse. "I forgot! We are going to Hogsmeade today. We will get you some nice toys. Yes, we will. You will pick them out."

Draco wagged his tail as Hermione walked toward the bathroom. Draco hopped up on the unmade up bed, and began to tug at the covers as best he could.

Hermione smiled. The doggie was so nice. A proper gentleman.

As soon as Hermione exited after brushing her teeth, Draco ran to the bathroom.

Hermione peeked around the corner.

"Prince, what are you doing?"

Draco barked at her. He needed privacy!

Hermione backed out.

"Sorry."

Draco sat on the toilet. He could do it!

Hermione smiled at she heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on.

The dog was amazing.

Draco trotted out and walked over.

"You are such a good boy!" Hermione said, and she reached over and began to scratch his ears.

He puffed his lips out and looked up at her with hazy eyes as dogs get when their favorite spots are scratched.

"I should get dressed so we can go to breakfast and then on to Hogsmeade."

"Woof."

He went into the closet again and pulled out a green silk blouse.

You're dressing me in Slytherin colors, aren't you?" Hermione asked playfully before patting his head.

“But these are nice clothes, still.”

He barked in affirmation.

Draco hopped on the now completely wrinkle free bed and settled comfortably as Hermione shed the nightie. She pulled on the knickers and smoothed her hands over them.

He liked what he saw. Very much so!

Hermione smiled at him.

"It's too bad you aren't human. It would be nice to just have a boy sleep next to me without wanting more. Every boy I've tried, I've had to kick out."

Draco jumped into her lap. No more boys sneaking in here. No boys but him sleeping with her. His MISTRESS! He licked her face again.

"You're my good boy," Hermione said, setting him off her lap as she stood and finished dressing.

He smiled. When he was back to human, he would be her man. He would see to it that his first business was sending her flowers, chocolates, and other such fine things. Witches liked romance.

"Let's go, angel!" Hermione said, patting her thigh as she held the door open.

He followed her proudly. Some of the first year girls cooed at him, and he let them pet his head. After all, they defended him yesterday.

They all followed him and Hermione down to breakfast.

He trotted with head held high and nosed Hermione's hand from time to time as they walked to the table.

Harry stood and hugged her. Draco's lips curled back. How he wanted to bite Potter.

"You look...you look..." Harry tried to say more but just stared at Hermione.

Draco rolled his eyes. Pathetic.

Hermione giggled and sat down next to Harry.

He hopped up onto the bench on her other side.

He nudged her arm and whimpered.

"Oh my Sweetie," Hermione said, and she patted his head.

"He should be on the floor."

He should not!" Hermione declared as she took a donut covered in powdered sugar and a few slices of bacon and set them in the bowl next to Draco. “He's very clean! I washed him yesterday! And he does not drink from the toilet!”

Draco woofed at Harry before he began to eat happily.

He put a paw on Hermione's leg and shot glances at Potter every so often.

Harry was mumbling something to himself.

"Hermione, you know, Ron is going with Neville today. I thought maybe...maybe we could....maybe we could go together as more than friends..."

Draco wheeled back from his food and quickly moved so he was guarding Hermione's lap.

“What did you just say, Harry?” Hermione asked, even as the puppy stuck his head up through her arms and put a paw on one.

"I was wondering if we could go on a date...today..." Harry mumbled as he looked down the table in the opposite direction.

Draco growled and his whole puppy body shook.

HIS MISTRESS! HIS! HIS! HIS! HIS!

“Harry?” Hermione asked as she looked at the flustered wizard.

"Do you want to go out with me on a date?" Harry said, turning to her.

“Of course! Yes, I want to, Harry!” Ginny squealed.

"Not you, Gin." Harry said, pushing the redhead's arms off him.

Draco coughed a little wishing he could snicker at the pair.

Harry kissed Hermione's cheek.

Draco nipped Harry. He growled and head-butted Harry's arm.

“Maybe you can leave the dog here?” Harry asked, rubbing his arm and glaring at the dog.

"Oh, I can't," Hermione said, stroking the puppy. "He needs to pick out toys that he likes. And I need to fit him for a collar. And he really should eat dog food.”

Draco looked up at her. He didn't like the sound of 'dog food.'

Harry scowled but said nothing.

"He won't be in the way. And besides, I couldn't date someone who wouldn't like my familiar," Hermione said, touching Harry's thigh.

Harry took the hint. Well, he could dispose of the mutt later.

Draco growled a little and puffed his fur out. He leaned in and proceeded to lick Hermione's neck and cheeks.

“Hermione, dog drool is unhygienic!”

"Harry, it is quite safe. I am more likely to get sick from kissing you, than from him."

Harry didn't say anything again. When the dog jumped away, he cast a non verbal scourgify on her. Just to be safe.

Draco glared at Harry and lunged for his wand. He caught it and leapt to the floor clutching it in his mouth.

“Give it back, DOG!” Harry called.

Draco bowed and his tail whipped around in a circle as he slapped the ground with his right paw.

"Oh, he wants to play!" Hermione said, as Prince darted away from Harry.

Harry ran after the shabby dog. The mutt managed to outrun him on several occasions. Draco had to stop when he ran into the Headmistress.

"Hello, what are you up to?" Minerva asked as Draco looked up at her. Then he darted for the main door.

The door was open, and he darted outside. He took off trotting for the lake.

Draco looked back and saw Potter chasing him. Twerp.

He raced a good ways down once he was hidden in the undergrowth. He growled merrily as he dug a hole and dropped the wand in it. Then he turned around and covered it with dirt and trotted out.

“Where are you, mutt?” Harry called out as he reached the lake.

Draco slipped out of the brush a little way up from Harry. He took off running as fast as he could for the castle without a noise. MORON! As if he was stupid enough to get caught by the likes of Potter.

Harry looked around for a while, but then decided that enough was enough.

“Accio Wand!”

Harry frowned as a muddy slobbery wand rocketed into his hand.

"GROSS!" He said, holding it out away from him.

He had never had his wand covered in dog slobber and mud.

Hermione walked out of the castle and stretched in the pleasant morning air.

Draco bounded up to her and took a seat at her side wagging his tail.

"Yes, you are a noble animal. A brave creature. Defending Mistress."

Draco barked and ran around her in circles.

"You're my handsome good boy. Did you hide Harry's wand?"

“Woof, woof!”

"That is so cute!" Hermione said. "It would be nice if you went and got it for him."

Draco cocked his head to the side and looked up at her pretending not to understand.

Harry stalked up to her, forcing a smile.

Draco flopped over on his side and showed Hermione his tummy and looked under her skirt as he put his paws on her legs.

She rubbed his tummy.

“Hermione, can we go now?”

"Come along, Prince," Hermione said, taking his front paws in her hands for a moment.

Draco rolled over and climbed to his feet. Hermione smiled down at the baby. Draco looked up and made play growling noises at her as his whole backside shook.

Hermione giggled. The puppy was so nice.

Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “So, where do you want to go first?”

Draco nipped Harry's thigh hard.

Harry ignored the dog.

“We need to go to the Pet Emporium!”

Draco leaned onto Hermione's leg and looked up at her. He sat down. She didn't notice the puppy wasn't following her until Draco barked. Hermione turned around and saw the puppy sitting there looking at her sadly.

She turned back and went to pick up the puppy. Draco rested his paws on her chest.

Draco leaned in and licked her face.

"Yes, you poor darling," Hermione said. “It is a long walk for a little fellow.”

Harry scowled at where his paws were.

“I think you should get the dog checked at a veterinary specialist. He does not behave like a dog.”

"Magic rats skip rope. He just needs leverage. My cousin's Pomeranian does the same thing.”

Harry had hoped this day would be the good chance to woo her.

"Would you like to walk, my little Handsome?" Hermione asked, kissing the puppy's head.

Draco put his head on her shoulder and moved his paws a bit enjoying the feel of the soft breasts under them.

He didn't want to walk when he could touch her breasts so nicely.

"You should walk," Hermione said, setting the puppy down as she saw the way Harry was glaring at him.

The puppy couldn't be a husband after all.

Harry pulled her into a hug.

“You look gorgeous today, Hermione. I am just such a shy fool…”

Harry leaned in for a kiss. Hermione's heart was beating madly.

Draco barked and pretended to trip as he rammed into Harry's knees from behind. He yelped and began to lick his right front paw. Harry went face first into the mud.

Draco whimpered and began to favor his front left leg and hobble. He whimpered loudly.

Hermione squealed in shock. What had just happened?

Draco huddled close to her and pretended to nurse his paw as he shot reproachful looks at Harry.

“What happened to you, poor puppy?” she asked as she kneeled next to him.

"POOR PUPPY?" Harry asked as he wiped mud from his glasses.

Draco nursed his paw and looked sadly at Hermione.

"Did the bad boy step on your paw?" Hermione asked in baby tones.

Draco whined and pressed closer.

“I didn't step on his paw!” Harry whined, as he scourgified himself.

Draco shot him a sad look, and he licked Hermione's hand.

"Well his paw is hurting, maybe he tripped," Hermione said, scooping him up and letting his paws rest on her arm.

Draco whimpered sadly. His silver eyes were bright.

"Don't worry, Sweetness. You will pick out some toys, and you will feel ever so much better."

“Yes, let's go and get the doggie some toys,” Harry said.

Draco leaned his head over to rest on one of her bosoms. He relaxed happily.

The dog was a menace. That much, Harry was certain.

Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry as the bell tinkled to announce them as Hermione carried him to the section that was lined with puppy toys.

Hermione put the puppy down and let him leap to the toys.

Draco searched through the toys until he saw one in the shape of Harry complete with lightning scar. He scooped it up.

“Aw, look Harry! The doggie likes you!”

Draco crunched down on the toy and shook it wildly before throwing it on the ground and pouncing on it.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" the toy squeaked.

Draco pounced on it again.

"Accio Firebolt."

Draco seized the toy in his mouth and shook it bearing his teeth adn glaring at Harry.

"If that is him liking me, I would hate to see him not liking me."

“Come on, Harry! The puppy is excited! He likes toys!”

Draco set the toy next to Hermione's foot and began to dig through the toys till he found a Hermione toy. He picked it up gently and licked it before taking it and setting it at her feet.

Hermione smiled. The puppy was so smart. She watched as the puppy found a squeaky toy steak and tossed it aside.

Draco grinned as he dug more toys out of the bin.

Hermione knelt and picked up the toys her puppy liked.

“You deserve these. Now we need to find you a collar, my boy.”

Draco took the hint and began to put the toys back in the bin that he didn't like.

"Look Harry, he is such a good puppy," she said, motioning to him.

“Yes, he is,” Harry lied. How he would love to give the dog a good kick.

Draco limped around till he found the collars on the next isle. He pointed his snout towards a dark green velvet one.

"That would be so beautiful on you, my little baby," Hermione said, taking it down and trying it out around his neck.

He barked in agreement.

Hermione tried to lead him to the dog food stands, but he ignored them.

"We need to get an engraved tag for you," Hermione said, as she saw the puppy staring at all the differently shapes pieces of metal.

Draco didn't really care for a dog tag. But he refused to eat dog food. He didn't know for how long he'd even be a dog. However, it reminded him that he needed to tag her as soon as he'd be human again. Engagement rings were best for that purpose.

"What do you think of the cute little lion?"

Draco growled. He didn't like lions.

"What about the little fire hydrant?"

Ick. Did she think he was some silly dog?

Draco growled happily when he spotted a dragon shaped one. That worked well! He put it at her feet.

"But Prince, dragons are scary and mean."

He held the dragon shaped tag in his paw.

"Hermione, that isn't normal," Harry said, pointing at how the dog was holding the tag.

"Harry, he is a MAGICAL dog."

“Yes, an animagus of some wicked Death Eater.”

"Don't be absurd, Harry. It's a cute little puppy. No Slytherin could have such a DARLING animagus form. They would have to be slugs, spiders, or creepy crawlies like those."

Draco coughed as Hermione collected the tag from his paw.

“You know, what if it is Voldemort?”

"Harry, Voldemort is dead. You killed him and we destroyed all the horcruxes. You know that. It is a PUPPY! Nothing more."

Draco grinned before he began to pounce at Harry's foot and seize the shoe string in his mouth.

“A weird, suspicious puppy!” Harry thought again wishing to kick the animal.

"Yes, there is death eater in disguise," Hermione said, watching Draco tug the shoelace untied.

Harry tried to walk away but Draco held the shoelace tightly causing Harry to tumble to the ground.

Draco pounced on his back and barked.

Hermione went and picked up the puppy.

“A real killer, he is,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she scratched one of his ears.

"That animal is nasty," Harry said, adjusting his glasses and straightening his clothes as he glared at it.

Draco whined as Hermione set him down.

"I'm going to go pay for your things, Precious," she said, walking toward the front of the store leaving Harry with the puppy.

Draco growled at Harry and showed his white sharp doggie teeth.

"Down Fighto! Hermione is my girl. You are just an inconvenience."

Draco squared his puppy shoulders and lowered his head growling more loudly.

Draco wanted to bite Potter. Painfully so.

"Prince, come here, baby," Hermione called as she gathered the parcel containing his toys and bed.

Draco skipped over to Harry and lifted his leg. He would teach that no good Potter whom Hermione belonged to!

Hermione gasped.

"Prince, NO!" she said, but Draco had already doused part of Harry's right pant leg.

Harry got up, looked at Hermione and disapparated with a clap of thunder.

Draco fell to the floor and crawled on his belly toward Hermione. He was a bad puppy.

Hermione couldn't look at him.

Draco whimpered loudly. He disappointed mistress.

She walked out of the shop and strode back towards the school.

Draco darted after her. MISTRESS! He barked sadly as he raced after her.

Hermione was sitting on a rock near the lake.

Draco crept up to her and began to lick her ankle.

"It's my fault you went wee inside. I should have made sure that you went before we entered. Now Harry is mad at me. It was my first real date!” she said and burst into tears.

Draco wiggled into her lap and began to lick her tears. He pressed his nose into her hair and snuffled a bit before picking up his collar complete with dragon tag attached and handed it to her.

“I can well start on being spinster now,” she sobbed as she put on his collar.

Draco let her put the collar on before he darted away toward the greenhouse.

Professor Sprout grew pretty roses all around Greenhouse Four.

He plucked a long stemmed yellow one in his mouth carefully so he didn't get poked by a thorn. He trotted back to where Hermione was crying.

He nudged her leg to get her attention.

Hermione seized him up in her arms when she saw the rose.

"The only boys who will ever love me are my pets."

Draco licked her neck.

She was wrong. He was a person, not a puppy. He'd love her up in bed alright.

"Are you hungry?" Hermione asked. She scooped him up and gathered the parcels. "We can eat in my room, just the two of us."

Draco barked and walked beside her.

"You really should make nice with Harry." Hermione said, looking down at him as they rode the shifting stairwell to the seventh floor.

Draco pretended that he hadn’t heard anything.

Harry sat in the common room with his arms folded as he glared at the back of the portrait. He slid back into the shadows as Hermione walked in with the mutt at her side. He should go get some air and apologize to Hermione.

She petted the dog lovingly and went to her rooms. Draco trotted up the stairs after her when he saw Potter hiding in the shadows and a distinct lack of females to defend him. He followed her into her room and leapt up onto the bed to watch Hermione arrange his things.

He had defeated Potter!

"You need to be nicer to the others," Hermione said, after she pulled her head out of the fireplace. "I ordered fish and chips for us."

Draco didn't like that food, but he didn't object. Potter was not here, so he'd even eat dog food to appease her.

Hermione crawled onto the bed and lay on her stomach.

Draco jumped onto the bed and crawled close, so that he could stare at her face.

He blinked as he saw her rubbing her shoulders and sides. He moved and put his front paws on her back and began to move gently and carefully rubbing.

“Good doggie. Where did you learn this?”

Draco leaned down and licked the back of her neck as he continued to rub. He moved his paws lower and lower on her back.

“You might have been a massage therapist in your previous life.”

Draco growled as he stared at her buttocks. If he was human, he would be using one hand to rub that while the other focused on her fabulous breasts.

The food appeared on the bed next to them, and Hermione sighed as she took a bite of flakey white fish.

Draco took a few chips. He never liked those, but he had to pretend for her sake.

"Would you like something else, Baby?" Hermione asked. "I can order something special for you."

Draco whined and licked her face.

He didn't want her to order something else. He dipped the chip into Mayo.

"You are so cute, using the dipping sauce," Hermione said, putting her cheek gently on his head.

He took a piece of fish and dipped it into the ketchup.

Hermione giggled and scratched his ears. "You are noble, brave, and cute. Shall we study for the rest of the day?"

He nodded and snuggled into her lap.

Hermione reached over and picked up the arithmancy text and opened it in front of them.

However, before she could read a page, there was a knock on her door.

Draco growled as he rose from his comfy place on her lap. He would know that stench anywhere!

"Who is it?" Hermione called as she reached out and petted the puppy.

“Hermione, it's me,” Harry said softly.

Hermione twirled a piece of hair around her finger as Draco pushed her back a little and whined.

“Come in, Harry!”

Harry walked in covered in sweat holding his broom. He leaned his cheek on the handle of it.

"I'm sorry for being a prat earlier."

"I'm sorry for Prince weeing on you."

“Hermione, don't be sorry!”

Hermione blushed and lifted Draco from her lap.

Draco whined loudly and took the edge of Hermione's skirt in his mouth. IT WAS HIS TIME WITH HER! She was mistress. Should only stay with puppy.

“Can I stay here for a while?” Harry asked, looking at her with big eyes.

"If you take a shower," Hermione said, biting her lip.

Draco touched his paw to her arse. He scratched a little.

“Shush, Prince!”

Draco released her and sat in the middle of the bed glaring at the INVADER of his domain.

“I'll go and take a shower now,” Harry said and grinned. On the way to the shower he shed his sweaty shirt.

Hermione reached over and scooped Draco up. She spun around in a circle with him.

"He isn't angry, Prince," Hermione said, and she pulled him in and kissed his snout.

Draco whimpered as she set him back down on the bed.

Hermione ran to her dressing table and brushed her hair. She sprayed a tiny bit of perfume on her neck too.

Draco growled as he paced the length of the bed and plotted against Harry.

Hermione put on a slight layer of lip-gloss.

Draco growled louder when he saw this. He ought to shit in Potty's shoes!

Draco growled. “Hush, Prince, be a good doggie!”

He whined when he heard the shower turn off and Potter appeared wearing nothing but a towel.

Hermione looked flustered.

"Sorry, I didn't have anything clean with me. It only occurred to me a moment ago." Harry blushed as he looked at her.

Hermione couldn't help but notice his six pack abs and the firm toned muscular quality of his chest and arms. Gorgeous body. Even more perfect than the ones seen on Greek statues.

"I'm so sore from practice this morning," Harry said, looking at Hermione out the corner of his eyes.

"Would you like a back massage?" she asked, looking away from him.

“That would be wonderful,” Harry said and stepped closer. The towel slipped lower, just resting loosely on his hips.

Draco's lips curled up as Harry walked toward the bed. He lowered his head. No other boys allowed! His BED! His hackles rose.

“Lie down, Harry. I think I had some baby oil. Would you like me to use that?”

Harry grinned as he put his hand on the bed. Draco leapt at his face.

"PRINCE! Bad dog!” she chastised. Things were going brilliantly with Harry, and now the dog confused him with the chew toy. She took the dog and put him in the bathroom.

Draco whined as he looked up at her while she took out the baby oil from her bath closet. He darted through the door when she opened it. He went to his bed and sat on it. He picked up his toy and squeezed it.

"Quidditch rules," the toy Harry squeaked.

Draco growled a little and threw the toy on the ground. He took the Hermione toy and held it close. He began to lick it sadly.

Hermione urged Harry to lie down and took off her jacket. It would be easier to move around in just her top.

Draco glared at Harry. Who did he think he was? Being touched by Mistress? He wasn't Mistress' puppy! Mistress should only touch him. He was hers as she was his. He would bring her presents when he turned human again.

Hermione's hands shook when she touched Harry's strong shoulder's.

Harry sighed as she began to move her hands gently against his shoulders.

Draco set his toy aside and watched them. If Potty made a move, he would bite his arse!

“You have many knots in your shoulders,” Hermione murmured.

"It's alright," Harry said, and he groaned as Hermione continued to work the muscles.

Thunk. Draco yelped as something hit his side. He turned around and looked at...Potter's broom.

"Be quiet, Prince," Hermione said, staring at Harry as she rubbed him.

Harry had a very nice back. Defined strong muscles.

Harry moaned as Hermione worked his back. “Yes, just there. An inch to the left, please.”

Hermione was in heaven. She was touching a gorgeous boy.

Draco turned and looked at them. Well, shouldn't he, as a concerned puppy, look out for the welfare of other animals? Potter left his broom in an unsafe spot. He surely did this other times. As a proper animal, he should teach Potter to keep his broom where it wouldn't hit little fuzzies. He took the handle in his mouth and walked to the door. The door opened for him, and he crept down the stairs dragging the broom behind him.

He slipped down into the mostly empty common room and tugged the broom behind a sofa. He seized bits of the tail, and merrily began to pull twigs out. He would show Potty-face.

Draco spat the twigs out and peeked out from behind the sofa. The female weasel was sitting in a chair and pouting. Some Merlin-awful knit disaster was next to her on the floor. Draco sneaked forward and was about to tug some loose strands out.

“Hello puppy,” the Weaselette cooed.

Draco smiled at her. Make nice with her. Draco thought you're framing her. Don't let her think you set her up.

Ginny patted his head. "Who do Hermione think she is? Talking to my Harry?"

Draco picked up her sweater and put in her lap.

"Aren't you a sweet guy?" Ginny asked, patting his head.

Oh yes, he was a NICE puppy. Very nice. He would show her.

Ginny stood up. "Well, puppy, I am going to go plan how to get Harry back."

Draco grinned as she walked upstairs with her sweater. He followed her to her bed. He jumped on it and looked at her with big puppy eyes.

"Aww," she said, and she stroked his ears.

He jumped down and went to get her a sleeping potion. He came back and offered it to her. Stupid females.

“You are a brilliant dog. Will you help me get Harry back?”

It was too easy. Draco blinked at her pleasantly until she downed the potion and fell asleep. He pulled the covers over her and decided to go back to his mistress after framing the stupid wench.

But first he grabbed another long strand of yarn from her sweater and took it down and stashed it with Harry's broom. Dumb Weasel. Let herself get played! No reason for him to get in trouble.

Hermione was now massaging Harry's chest, enjoying the feel of his toned pectorals.

Draco padded over to the bed and put his front feet up on it.

Potter was grinning contently.

Enjoy it now Potty.

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Well that was Chapter II. Poor Draco being attacked by brooms.

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