Puppy-Dog Tales

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Chapter 3 - Sharing is Difficult

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Draco took a mouthful of Potter's hair and tugged at it. He growled, hoping it sounded playful as he tugged harder.

“Prince, stop,” Hermione said.

Draco whimpered loudly as he put a toy on the bed. He put his ears back and turned his eyes up at her.

“What is it, Sweetie?”

"Prince wants us to play," Hermione said. "And he looks so sad. We should play with him."

Draco wanted to tell her to immediately cease and desist seeing Potter. That wizard was up to no good.

"You could lock him up in the bathroom," Harry suggested. "Then I could give you a massage."

Draco growled and hopped up on the bed. He went quickly to Hermione and shoved his nose into her bosoms with a whimper.

“He is just a puppy. He is scared to be locked away,” Hermione said, petting the dog's ears.

Harry closed his eyes mentally sighing as he sat up. His massage was over.

Draco made angry, hurt eyes at Harry as he wiggled closer to Hermione.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him.

"You are so fluffy, Prince. I love you."

Draco draped his head on her arm.

“Hermione, I know he's a puppy but they need discipline. Or else he will chew your books, for example.”

Draco looked up at her with innocent eyes.

“You're a good puppy, aren't you?”

Draco yipped and licked her face.

Draco pressed close.

“Hermione, I think my lower back hurts a bit. I might have overdone it with flying today.”

Hermione picked up the toy and tossed it.

Draco leapt from the bed and grabbed the Harry toy and returned to see Hermione sitting on Potter's legs and rubbing his back.

He set the toy down and put a paw on her arm.

“Prince, go and play alone. I need to see to Harry,” Hermione said and shrugged the dog away.

Draco whimpered before moving and flopping in the center of Hermione's pillows.

Draco whined the most miserable way he could, but she was too busy touching Potter.

He began to dig at the pillows and finally erected a tiny shrine from them. He crawled into it and peaked out at them.

He growled unhappily and showed them his bum.

“Yes, Hermione, can you get to the knot a little lower?” Potter murmured.

Hermione slid her hands to Harry's firm bum. “Is this okay?”

Harry gasped, "That's great. If you could move the towel away?'

Draco stood up in his fort and growled. He didn't want that in his bed! He wouldn't allow it.

Draco jumped out of the pile of pillows and attempted to bite Harry's leg.

Harry yelped.

Hermione had seen the anger and wide open jaws of the dog. It was not a playful nip. She took the puppy by the scruff and carried him away to the bathroom. “You stay here and learn to behave.”

Draco whimpered loudly and cried and cried from the bathroom.

Hermione flicked her wrist and silenced the door.

“I’m sorry for the dog's behavior, Harry,” she said and inspected the slobber mark on Harry's thigh.

"It's alright. My aunt's bulldog was always taking snaps at me. It didn't hurt.

“I'm still sorry. You must have an aversion to angry dogs. I promise I will make sure the puppy is well trained.”

Harry leaned in closer to her. "It's alright. You didn't let him continue."

Harry's towel had slipped from the ado.

Hermione blushed as she looked into the emerald eyes and turned her face away.

Harry took her cheek.

“It's okay, Hermione. You don't have to be nervous. You know me.”

Hermione blushed and hid her face in his shoulder.

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Draco pouted and paced in the bathroom until he saw Potter's clothes lying in a heap on the floor.

Draco lifted his leg and doused the quidditch robes heavily. He began looking around.

He knew his mistress would silence the door. He had to get out of here. Potter was trying to steal her virtue. He could not allow that. Draco panted when he saw the window was open a crack. He jumped up on the closed seat of the toilet and from there to the window where he nosed it up further.

Slowly and carefully he crept out along it. It ran around the top of the tower. He whimpered and lowered himself so he was crawling.

Finally he could see in the window to her main bedroom.

What sacrifices was he giving for her. Potter was holding her close and kissing her.

"WOOF! WOOF!" Draco called softly. He began to scratch at the window pitifully

Hermione looked up. Her puppy was outside the window!

"MERLIN! Harry, look!' she said and pointed at the window.

Harry didn't pay any attention as he pressed his lips to her chin.

"Woof!" Draco called in a high pitched bark, pawing the window more urgently.

Hermione shoved Harry off her and dashed to the window. She carefully lifted the glass and reached out to pluck the puppy up.

Draco began to urgently lick her face and whimper and quiver in delight.

“Poor darling! I should've made sure the windows in the bathroom were shut.”

Draco wrapped his paws around her neck.

“Hermione, the dog's okay. Come back to me?” Harry whined.

"Harry, he could have died!" Hermione snapped as she continued to snuggle the puppy. "He needs his Mistress' comforting him."

Draco whimpered in agreement and licked her face.

Her hands were on his bum.

“The dog should've stayed in the bathroom.”

"You're alright, Precious Prince."

“Harry, he's just a little confused puppy. Why don't you go and see if the elves have washed your quidditch gear?”

Harry grumbled as he walked into the bathroom.

"What is that stench?"

Draco puffed his lips and pressed his wet nose to Hermione's cheek.

Then he noticed his quidditch robes soaked in piss and poo.

"The damn mutt pissed and shit all over my quidditch robes," Harry shouted as he reappeared with his face burning scarlet.

Hermione put the puppy down and went to inspect the damage. The clothes were irrevocably soiled. She doubted that the elves would be capable of cleaning then properly.

Draco wandered into the pillow shrine and cuddled down.

“Harry, I'm very sorry about this,” Hermione said and she was genuinely upset.

She had liked Harry kissing her. She had not kissed anyone but Viktor, and Harry's attempt had been so good.

"I blame the bloody dog, not you."

Hermione liked her puppy. But she also wanted a boyfriend. And it was understandable why Harry was upset. The Quidditch gear was very expensive and one of his most valued possessions.

"I don't know why he did that."

"He doesn't know any better," Harry said. "I should have thought to pick it up. I guess it is partly my fault."

“I'm so sorry, Harry,” she said and hugged him.

Harry grinned as he looked over his shoulder at the dog who peered out at him with his teeth bared. Harry flipped his middle finger up at the dog.

Draco leapt out of his fort with every muscle tensed and every hand standing out.

Hermione was kissing Harry's cheek. She liked being like this with Harry. He was so strong.

"WOOF!"

“Prince, be quiet,” Hermione murmured.

Draco growled as Harry smirked at him kissing Hermione's neck.

Draco grabbed the Harry toy and shredded the crotch out of it. He spat it out on the bed and stood there growling at the man touching his mistress.

Harry pulled back from Hermione. He stared at the dog.

"You need to get him checked out, Herms."

“Maybe we can get him to Hagrid for training? I know Hagrid's great with all kinds of beasts.”

Hermione thought about Harry's idea. The puppy had a very explosive temper.

Draco sat in the middle of the bed and did his best puppy pout.

“Yes, I think he needs some training. I don't know how to do it, so maybe a few hours with Hagrid would help the puppy.”

“I think so too,” Harry said and played with her hair.

Draco pouted and decided to act like he was going to play nice with Potter. He hopped down from the bed and walked over to press the top of his head against Potter's hand. He didn't want to go to that giant oaf.

“Good puppy!” Hermione cooed.

“Why don't you take a quick shower and then we can cuddle in bed?”

The degradation. The humiliation. Draco thought as he allowed Potter to squeeze his ear far too tightly.

“I won't do anything inappropriate. I like you very much, Hermione. And I have always been too shy to tell you...”

Draco pushed his way between them and sat panting as he looked up at Hermione.

"I like you, too, Harry," Hermione said.

Draco wriggled and licked Hermione's thigh.

“I’ll wait for you in bed, sweetie,” Harry purred.

Hermione blushed, then hurried to her drawer and took out a night dress.

Harry kept the towel around his hips and went to the bed, where he first rearranged the pillows, then scourgified the covers.

Draco followed her into the bathroom and glowered back at Harry.

Hermione ignored the pup and set the shower fast. She used her nicest shower gel to smell nice. She liked Harry very much. He was the best boyfriend she could imagine.

Draco pouted as he watched her move around quickly. He needed ATTENTION! He was the puppy.

Draco was angry; there were not enough words for this. Potter was coming on to her and she was allowing it.

She was to have Draco Lucian Abraxas Malfoy. What did she need a lowly Potter for except to clean her boots? With his tongue.

Draco wondered what'd happen if he bit Potter's bit.

HE cringed at the thought. Who would ever want THAT thing in their mouth except Weasley, of course?

Hermione was humming a tune and applying body lotion. She wanted to feel nice to the touch.

Draco lowered his head and whimpered a little as he crept into a corner with his tail tucked.

"What's wrong, Sweetie?" Hermione asked as she noticed her puppy hiding in the bath closet.

Draco whimpered sadly.

“You're scared of the bathroom, I guess.”

Draco crawled to her feet and put his head on them.

She petted the dog, and she pulled on her nightie.

Draco whimpered when he saw how much of her legs were exposed. He followed her back out into the room.

Hermione left the bathroom and went back to the room.

Draco followed her and hopped up onto the bed. He pouted when he saw the puppy fort had been destroyed.

"You belong on the ground," Harry said, picking the puppy up and dropping him on the floor. Draco didn’t want Hermione to try to banish him again so he just growled at Potty menacingly.

Draco hopped back up on the bed. He went to Hermione and pressed his wet nose to her cheek. He settled on her lap and rested quietly.

Hermione picked the puppy up and put him into his puppy bed, tucking his blanket over him.

Draco whimpered and stood up wagging his tail.

Hermione turned her back on him and went to the bed.

Draco sat on his bed and began to whimper loudly.

Hermione still ignored him and slid into the bed next to Harry.

Harry pulled her into his embrace.

“This is much nicer than the dorm. Ron always forgets to silence his curtains, and I have to hear his and Neville’s moans all night long.”

Draco pouted as he took his Hermione-toy in his mouth and crawled under the bed. He didn't know why he wanted to be there, but he didn't feel secure in his own bed.

Harry hugged her closer, “I've been such a fool, Herms, I always liked you but never made a move. I thought you'd reject me.”

Draco rolled his eyes. He could do better than that with his brain his brain cut out and tied behind his back.

“Oh Harry, I always thought you and Ginny…”

"Ginny always liked me. But she is so free sexually. On our only date, she asked me if I would consider a threesome with her."

“Oh my goodness... I... I don't even know what to say.”

"Yeah, after that, I just couldn't do it."

“I would want my boyfriend to love and want only me.”

"That is how I feel about my girl."

Draco whimpered.

“I've never had a boyfriend,” Hermione murmured and blushed.

Harry grinned. "I'd love to be the first and see if I could...if I could."

“Could what?”

"Be your only..." Harry said, looking away.

Draco growled.

“Oh Harry!” She was blushing deeply.

“I'm just not ready for that…yet...” she murmured.

"We don't have to do anything now," Harry said. "But I've been in love with you since you hit Malfoy third year. I used Cho to make you jealous."

“I thought you'd never notice me. I accepted Viktor's invite to the ball to make you notice me.”

Harry smirked, "If Viktor hadn't been collecting you, then I would have been getting you, not Ron."

“But you didn’t ask me.”

“I was a fool.”

"I always figured you were too smart for me. And that I should go for a girl I could land."

Draco felt sick to his stomach. Maybe it would be worth to bite of Potter's dong. Secretly that is.

"This seems so intimate. We only just started dating," Hermione said. "You staying the night, I mean."

“But I've known you for so many years. And I can't live without you, Herms.”

“What will people say?”

"But how could you respect me as your girlfriend?"

“I love you, Herms. You are the light in my day. I respect you and don't want any other girl.”

Hermione bit her lip and blushed, "But the hat did want to put you in Slytherin. How do I know you aren't teasing me?"

Hermione looked at him with hazy eyes.

“I swear I am not teasing you. I just worry that...you'd find someone else. Someone smarter and more handsome than I am.”

Draco looked longingly at the Hermione doll. He knew she was the best one for him. She was purest of the witches here.

"No other boy wants me," Hermione said, shaking her head as she looked through her lashes at Harry. "I think even Viktor just wanted me to help him with the tasks and to have sex."

“That bastard!” Harry growled.

"It's okay," Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around Harry.

“Hermione, I want you to be my wife one day. We would have a great family.”

Draco wiggled angrily. At least he had fairly stolen Potter's map and cloak.

“I know this is too much too soon, but I love and respect you, Hermione.”

"Do you think we could have a real date without Prince before we sleep snuggled together?" Hermione asked, as she rubbed his shoulders.

“But it's just a cuddle. I am not asking anything of you.”

"Still, I would really like for us to have a real date, and as seventh years, we can visit the village and Diagon Alley whenever we like as long as we have permission from our head of house."

“But Hermione...” Harry whined. He wanted her to be his. How could he do that if she was scared?

"Please Harry," Hermione said. "It just doesn't feel right yet. And I want everyone to know we are a couple rather than have it look like we just shacked up for a night."

“I understand. I just thought it would be nice to cuddle. I don’t care what others think.”

"I want everything to be proper and appear so," Hermione said. "Please Harry. It is because I like you that I want it this way."

Draco panted under the bed.

“I understand.” He kissed her cheek and got up from the bed. He transfigured his towel into a pair of long pajama pants.

"You don't like another guy, do you? You know several guys like you, including the Slytherins."

Hermione glared at him.

"Don't be silly, Harry."

“Just the other day I saw Malfoy leering at you.”

"That is absurd! That ferret is a pain in my ass. I would never go for him. He only wants to insult me. He is so rich too!"

Draco whimpered. He would have to work hard to get her attention.

“Okay, Herms, but please consider me your number one boyfriend candidate. I don’t want to lose you.”

"Harry, there is no other boy who likes me. You are seeing things that aren't there. I promise," Hermione said. She hugged Harry as he stood just outside the door.

“Goodnight, sweet. If you decide you want a cuddle you know where to find me.”

"Night Harry," she said and she kissed his cheek.

Draco wriggled out from under the bed holding his Hermione toy in his mouth.

Hermione still looked dreamily. She knew that keeping Harry in bed would’ve meant she'd get bolder.

Draco held his toy as he put his front feet up on the bed and gave Hermione big, sad puppy eyes.

“You want a hug?”

Draco leapt up on the bed holding his toy and snuggled into her lap.

“What do you think of Harry?”

Draco curled his lips up and growled.

“Harry is lovely, don't you think?”

Draco growled again. No, Potter was icky!

He jumped down from the bed and grabbed up her yearbook. He hopped back up. He began to flip through the pages. Alright, how to do this? He pointed to a picture of Neville with his paw.

“Ah, you want to look at pictures? This is Neville. He is a really sweet boy, he's Ron's boyfriend.”

Draco flipped a few more pages. He found his picture taking up a whole page in the Slytherin section.

He pointed emphatically and puffed himself up.

“Draco Malfoy is the biggest git the world has ever seen. His ego is bigger than the great hall.”

Draco dragged the Hermione doll and put it face down on his picture.

He pressed his paw against the doll's head, trying to enact a kiss.

"Don't be silly, Prince. Malfoy would never do that. I'm just a Mudblood to him. Sure, he is the cutest boy at school, but his animagus could only be a PIG or flobberworm!"

The Hermione doll giggled as Draco pressed the doll down again

Draco whimpered. They were meant to be! His bas were nicer than Potter's.

"Malfoy hates me, Prince."

"I stand a better chance with Professor Snape. And he has not liked a girl in more than 20 years."

Draco pressed the doll against the picture more.

As she didn't react, he took his paw and drove a wonky heart with his claw.

“Actually, to think of it, Professor Snape is rather handsome!”

He whimpered and pressed the doll on his picture. He raced and grabbed his blanket and returned getting it to rest on his shoulders, and he billowed around with half his lip turned up rumbling softly.

“Yes, Prince, just like that. You did a very good impression!” Hermione giggled and clapped.

He shook his head no wildly before he started to strut about prancing up to her and touching his nose to her hand. HE touched a paw to his picture.

How did she not get the clue?

He jumped on the bed and sat in front of her.

"You are my sweet puppy, aren't you?" Hermione asked, reaching out and gently rubbing his ears.

He purred as well as a puppy could. He would be her man!

"I'm so glad that I have you," Hermione said, as she crawled under the covers. "Will you cuddle with me?"

Draco bounded to his place of honor and crawled under the covers. He put his paws close to her.

"You're my babe."

He licked her cheek. He would be her gorgeous husband.

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