Puppy-Dog Tales

Thank you everyone for sticking with my puppy tale! The puppy Draco loves you all soo much, he wants to give you all a slobbery dog kiss! :D

Panther eyes- Severus isn't playing her, he likes her as well, he just was aware that as she was a student he couldn't pursue her. Now when the NEWTS are coming he has some courage. Well, that's the big mystery-how and when she will find out about who Prince was! I'll count you in on Team Draco, then.

Kimbclar- I loved to write the story in a happy humour way. Draco does not like Harry much so that harry doll had to suffer! You're with team Draco, too!

Pinkslytherin-Another one for Team Draco! Yay!

Larrabee- Finally one for Team Severus. Hermione will be devastated when she finds out...maybe Draco will manage to soften the blow when the time comes?

Starrynite45- I will update, the delay was due my unfortunate burglary. Yes, I placed it in Dramione as I thought Draco is it the one..but Severus seems nice too... I am glad the stoey makes you laugh just as much as me! Another one for Team Draco!

Angeles- Choices, choices... I did consider a triad for a moment, but I thought it'd be too much...she'll have to choose one. Plus one for Draco!

LadyMalfoy- Draco is a good boy deep down! Just as cute as his puppy self! And he will be a good boy! One more vote for Draco!

Admiral Shadow Wolf- yes, Draco looks cute in the new movie...so imagine that cuteness trying to woo Hermione! Vote for Draco counted!

Sarah Whitman- Such an eager draco supporter! Vote added!

Emily- the wait is over, here's more for you to read! Isn't Hermione lucky?

Angelnomiko- here's the update. Yes, both Severus and Draco have their endearing points....




Draco looked up, not believing his eyes.

Hermione yelped as she fell into a lap arse up.

“There, you're all safe with me, Hermione.”

Hermione gasped and wriggled fiercely as she felt the cool dungeon air blowing against her arse and realized she had worn a very revealing pair of green panties that morning to lift her bum. Draco Sodding Malfoy was doubtless getting a complete eyefull of it.

“I love the knickers you chose. Very nice,” Draco bit his lip and fought the desire to run his hand over her bum closing his eyes to regain control.

"You weren't supposed to see them," Hermione said, covering her face with her hands and racing away.

“Wait, Hermione,” Draco said and ran after her. He soon caught up with her.

"Leave me alone," Hermione said, still not able to uncover her face. She blushed at the thought of if Draco had run a hand over her bottom while it had been exposed to him.

“You have a very nice bottom and wonderful long legs. You shouldn't be ashamed.”

"You tripped me on purpose!" Hermione said, and she raced toward the seventh floor.

“I didn't want to trip you. I was waiting for you. I wanted to tell you something that might cheer you up.”

"Nothing you could say would possibly cheer me up, unless you said you were really the puppy and you were going to live as a puppy the rest of my days," Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco. "But it obviously is not so. You're a pest. The puppy was an angel.”

Draco considered her offer. He didn't want to be a dog for the rest of his life. He wanted to be her wizard.

Hermione flipped her hair and stalked up the stairs to her room using the entrance to her room without going through the common room.

Draco followed her.

"Malfoy, what are you doing? I have to get ready for something important, you little stinkweed."

“Come and give me a hug? Then I will tell you some good news!”

"Get lost!" Hermione said, poking him in the chest. "Besides I have to get ready for an apprentice interview."

“I know something dog-related. But if you want me to leave then...” he turned in a dramatic gesture.

“What did you say about dogs? Wait, Malfoy!” Hermione grabbed Draco’s arm. Maybe her puppy lived there.

"I was hoping you would honor me and my family with a visit the first weekend after all the NEWTs are over."

“Why would I want to do that?” Hermione asked with a scowl.

"I just thought that you would like to pick out a puppy yourself, and they won't be old enough until after NEWTs are over," Draco said. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a picture. "Here is a recent picture of them, if you want to see." He held the picture out to her.

Hermione's jaw dropped. It was a picture of Draco amidst a bunch of cute little sheltie puppies.

One of them hung from his sleeve and dropped and jumped back up to hang again.

"How precious!" Hermione squealed, snatching the picture.

"We have lots of animals. That was why I took Care of Magical Creatures, but it ended up being a bit of a flop. At home, my mother's hobby is to breed magical dogs. I am sure she will give you one.”

"Why would your mum be nice to me? I'm not Pureblood."

“Hermione, the war's over. Mother is a very nice witch. If she hears how much you loved your run-away doggie, she will be over the moon.”

Hermione was still looking at the picture longingly.

"Do they have names?"

“Let me see,” Draco said as he maneuvered her to the couch and sat down with her.

"Morgana is the one holding my sleeve..." and he preceded to point to each puppy in turn and share the names. "They are such sweet puppies."

“And they look so similar to the puppy I lost! Would I really get one? How much do they cost?”

"It would be a courtship present to you, Beautiful Witch," Draco said, taking one of Hermione's hands and kissing it gently batting his lashes against her skin as he kissed again and again.

“You want to court me? Why, Malfoy?” she was baffled. She had never believed what Severus had said.

"I told you I wanted to court you earlier. And generally I want to as I would love to be your loyal," kiss, "loving," kiss, "husband."

“Are you kidding, Malfoy? This is really mean!”

"What is mean?" Draco asked, holding her hand on his cheek. "I care for you. You are the sweetest and most honest and brilliant witch in the whole world."

“Malfoy, please. Is this some kind of Slytherin bet? And showing me the puppies as an incentive for your wicked plan...”

"Why not give me a chance? Too cowardly to believe that I might be...GASP...likeable?"

“Well you're not the type of guy I ever imagined dating, forget marrying.”

"How do you mean? Handsome, rich, mad about you?"

“No, Slytherin, ex-Death Eater, worst enemy?” she said and tried to get away from him.

"I never took the mark," Draco said. "And you certainly seem flirty enough with my godfather. He is a Slytherin and did take the mark. Plus, he has a huge nose. See, I have a cute nose. And my knob isn't wrinkly and old."

“Draco, that's beside the point. I mean if you had tried to befriend me and date me earlier...”

“You would've hexed me to a month of Sundays. But now I have decided that I have to make my intentions clear. And I have a meaningful courtship gift to you.”

"Draco, please, you're full of it."

“Full only of want to be yours, Hermione. I want to be the lucky wizard you marry.” He dared to pull her closer to him. “I am actually very nice once you get to know me.”

"Draco, you are loony. Thank Merlin, I'm not so silly as to believe that great load of shit."

''What do I have to do to prove it to you?”

Hermione tapped her lip as she thought.

“I'll do anything you want! Strip even!”

Hermione looked at the gorgeous blond holding her hand.

"I want you to declare your affections to me in the great hall tomorrow morning in front of the whole school." Hermione covered her mouth after she said this.

“Done! Do you have a favorite flower? I'd like to bring a bouquet for you,” Draco said, his eyes not leaving hers.

"I like purple orchids," Hermione said, pointing to the ground. "And I want you to be on one knee."

“Anything else you wish, Sweetheart?” Draco asked, stealing a kiss on the cheek.

Hermione pouted as she pondered what else she might be able to bully the Pureblood into.

“Hermione I think we will be very happy together. You won't need anything!”

"I have agreed to nothing not even politely listening to you declare your undying love to me."

“There are many witches who'd do anything to have me,” Draco said and pouted.

"Well, I am not one," Hermione said, brushing her skirt, "You need to prove your affection for me."

“How can I do that? I will do the public declaration.”

"You will have to figure it out, won't you? You have much to atone for," Hermione said, offering her hand to him. "Now I need to get ready for my meeting with Professor Snape."

"Why?"

“Because he will offer me an apprenticeship. And I would love to see what he hides under his robes, too.”

"I will be the only wizard under whose robes you will see," Draco said pouting. "I'm happy to show you now. And let you touch."

“Draco, that is obscene! I don't want to see you naked.”

"But you want to see Snape naked?" Draco asked. "He is OLD!"

“He is mature and wise. And if what they say about men with large noses is true...” Hermione loved teasing Draco.

"He is greasy and dirty," Draco said, stomping his foot. "Here touch my SILKY hair!"

Hermione reached out and ran her fingers through the blond locks.

"So soft. It reminds me of something," Hermione said, combing it with her fingers.

“What does it remind you off?” Draco asked as he leaned in to her.

"I don't know," Hermione said, continuing to comb it before she wrapped an arm around his neck to hold him down where she could hold it.

Draco leaned into her touch. He knew that he had to win her over slowly. His father would be so proud of him, getting the most famous witch in the country.

"Out!" Hermione said, shoving him away. "I have to get ready for a meeting with Professor Snape."

“Before I go, can I get a kiss on the cheek, please?”

Hermione took his cheeks and pulled him down and kissed his forehead.

"Now, get going," Hermione said, opening the door.

Draco walked out and yelped when he felt a hand connect with his bottom.

“And be good,” Hermione said.

"Do you want to spank me for every naughty thing I've done?" Draco asked, winking at her before he dashed away.

Hermione smiled. Maybe Draco wasn’t so bad. At least, he did have a nice bum for grabbing.

Draco raced to the dungeon. He had to call his mother and get an emergency meeting with their personal tailor to have fancy dress robes made.

He needed to look his best for the big day. And show Potty and Snape who was the most handsome man for Hermione.

"MOTHER! MOTHER! I NEED YOU!" Draco shouted through the floo.

"Draco, we're busy!" Lucius shouted.

“It's important! It's about me wanting to court a witch!”

"I'm in the middle of..."

"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy!"

"MOTHER! I need you!"

“What is it, Baby?” Cissy asked as she looked at her son.

"The witch of my dreams has asked that I publicly declare my intentions to her in the morning! I need amazing dress robes. And I need her favorite flowers and delicious chocolates. And I will bring her to meet you after NEWTs. I have promised her first choice of Lyra's litter!"

"My baby has a witch! Thank Merlin!" Narcissa cried. "Of course, we will call the tailor, won't we Lucius?"

"But Cissa, we were going to..."

"Shush! My baby is about ready to make me the most beautiful grandmother ever!"

“Who are you going to court?” Lucius asked, disgruntled that he was distracted from his dinner.

"Miss Hermione Jean Granger!" Draco said. "She is the most WONDERFUL witch."

“It's about time that you picked her. She is the best choice for you. Cissa, love, call the tailor.”

"I need purple orchids for her!" Draco said, stepping through the floo.

“An elf will fetch these from your father's greenhouses,” Cissy said as she hugged Draco.

"What color robes should I wear, Mother? I look dashing in green, but silver would match my eyes?"

"Well, boy. You better be serious about winning her because if my private, special time with you Mother was interrupted for something silly..."

"Lucius Malfoy! My baby is ready to marry a witch and MAKE a grandbaby for me. He will make many grandbabies! I will have granddaughters and so will you."

"But Cissa..."

"You've had special time with me several times today already..."

Lucius pouted. He didn't want to miss one special time with his gorgeous wife.

"What color Mother? I must look perfect as there is competition for her, and from my GODFATHER too! It's terrible!" Draco threw himself on the couch.

“I would've never suspected Severus to want a young witch. I had thought he was more into boys...shall I tell him to back off, Draco?”

"I told him too! He refused."

“I'm so happy for you, baby!” Narcissa murmured, tears glistering in her eyes.

"I will have her, won't I, Mother?" he asked, as his mother sat next to him and petted his face.

“Of course you will, you are so handsome. I couldn't resist your father's good looks.”

"Potty-for-Brains is after her too. It's just not fair!" Draco declared turning away. "She should throw herself into my arms!"

"Malfoys always get what they want. You may have to humiliate yourself for your witch. You do whatever she says. She will make our family everything it once was." Lucius put a hand on his son's shoulder and had a flashback of when he first held the tiny bundle in his arms.

He had wanted his son's life to be perfect, but Voldemort had made all their lives a nightmare. At least now Lucius had the chance to aid his son in a good quest. The witch would do good for the family name.

“Yes, Father,” Draco said, lost in thought.

Lucius cupped the boy's face and drew him close before a very ditzy girl stumbled into the room.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?" She curtsied repeatedly and stared at the older Malfoy's belt as if imagining his trousers falling down.

Narcissa moved to her husband and leaned her back against his chest to block the other woman's view.

“My son needs dress robes, to be ready for tomorrow morning. They need to be the most exquisite possible.”

"Of course," the lady said, "What would the young master chose for the color?"

Draco didn't know so looked at his mother hopefully. She had excellent taste.

"Ivy green," Narcissa said, "with silver thread and buttons."

Lucius tried to touch his wife's hips, but she was pacing around her son.

"I think a nice cotton for the shirt and a silk brocade for a vest."

Draco pushed his somewhat long hair back.

"Mother," Draco said, touching her arm. "I must be gorgeous. She will not love a frumpy man."

“Of course, Darling. We should make it fitted, to show off your beautiful self.”

"Yes, and you must help me with my hair," Draco said, shoving his fingers through it. "Please Mother. I love her."

“My baby has grown up,” Narcissa whispered, wiping away a stray tear.

Draco puffed up his chest and looked at his reflection as magical measuring tape and a quill took measurements.

“Do I look handsome enough, Mother?” Draco asked, messing with his hair nervously.

"You are a handsome boy. You look just like your father," Narcissa said, taking his hands and stroking the side of his face.

“But am I handsome enough for her to fall for me? Potter is after her too.”

"She will fall for you," Narcissa said, leading him to the couch as the seamstress witch brought out cloth samples and set them on the coffee table.

"Which would the young master care for?" the witch asked, still casting looks at Lucius.

The seamstress feigned tripping and fell into Lucius' lap.

Lucius sneered and pushed her off his person and pulled his wife onto his lap. Little trollop. He was Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, not a high class gigolo.

Draco looked through the fabric samples and didn’t find any of the offered good enough.

Narcissa wiggled her bum on Lucius as she turned and kissed his mouth gripping his hair tightly.

The seamstress pouted.

"Mother, none of these will work. And stop being gross," he pouted, tugging at the woman's sleeve.

"Draco, your father and I are not gross. And we did conceive you..."

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah...NOT LISTENING."

“Draco, don't be childish. I am sure you want to do more than kiss with your fiancée.” Lucius gave another kiss to his wife and smirked at the seamstress.

"I was delivered by an OWL!" Draco declared. "Because I know my mother and father never had sex. GROSS!"

Narcissa laughed. “So will my grandchildren be delivered by owl too?”

"No, young wizards and witches have discovered a new method of conception," Draco said, turning this way and that to look at himself. "I am hideous. She will never love me."

“Darling, you are gorgeous. She will love you also for you intelligence and kindness,” Narcissa soothed him.

"Potty-face and my godfather git are both after her. And she likes them already. She said she didn't like me."

“Nonsense, Draco. She will love you. What's not to like? You're a Malfoy. You can buy them both out if needed.”

"She won't be bought! But I must take her chocolate truffles and purple orchids and--and--and..." Draco pouted before he snapped his fingers as a thought hit. "I need JEWELRY for her!"

“Maybe something from our vault will do? Heirlooms are always tradition. What about your great-grandmother's engagement ring?”

Lucius knew that the ring was in no way and understated one. The centre diamond alone was five carat, and the emeralds around it added a few more.

"She wouldn't take that from me tomorrow, but she will eventually wear it," Draco said. "I was thinking of Great-great Grandmother Black's platinum and ruby bracelet."

“A cheaper trinket, but the important thing is that she accepts it, Son,” Lucius said thoughtfully, then flicked his wand at the seamstress.

“This is a confidentiality charm. You will not disclose any of the conversations you hear tonight.”

"Mother, none of the fabrics were any good!" Draco said, pointing to the samples.

The seamstress quivered. Losing a Malfoy order was like losing a month's income.

Lucius walked over and picked up the fabrics. "Our son is correct. For what these robes are needed for, none of these will do."

“What are we going to do then?” Draco asked, devastated.

"Where is Madam Alana?" Lucius asked in his don't-fuck-with-me tone.

“She was sleeping when you Flooed, so I thought I could take the order,” the young witch mumbled.

"Fetch her now, Girl," Lucius said. "I have much to discuss with her."

The girl paled.

“I will get Madam Alana right away,” the witch said and ran to the floo.

"I hate incompetence," Lucius said, sniffing a little.

Not more than ten minutes later, a slightly disheveled older witch arrived, holding a large book of samples.

“I am sorry about Gemma. She is my new apprentice and didn’t know that the Malfoys always are number one to me.”

"She ought to be fired. She flung herself over my lap and acted like I could be seduced. She did all this in front of my wife."

"She is not allowed in my home again," Narcissa said, moving so Lucius as behind her.

“Of course, Lady Malfoy. I hired Gemma as I pitied her for being an orphan.”

"We would like to see the good fabric samples now, and we need these ready tomorrow."

"Understood Lady Malfoy."

The older seamstress put the large book of exquisite fabrics on to the table.

"May I ask what the occasion for the robes is?" Madam Alana said, smiling as she saw Draco eagerly flip through the book.

"Of course, my son has found a witch he desires to court," Lucius said, straightening proudly. "And she is fine witch of impeccable standing and prowess. A war heroine."

“Wonderful. Will the future bride also like some robes in the future?”

"I am sure that she will need robes in the future. I understand she esteems to be a potions mistress?" Narcissa said, looking at her son for affirmation.

"Yes," Draco said. "She will need to have protective clothing made of basilisk hide. I will not have her being harmed."

“Yes, but I will try not to get her under Snape's tutelage.”

"But Master Snape is the top of his field and has never taken an apprentice. It would be an honor to learn from him."

“Well, the trouble is that he is also after her romantically. I can't allow it!
Draco said, crossing his arms and puffing his lips out.

"That is very seedy. I assume she is your age, Master Draco."

"Yes," Draco said, tracing a finger on a green brocade with silver snakes on it.

"May I assume the witch in question in Miss Hermione Granger?" Madam Alana asked, touching the young Malfoy's hand as he pouted.

“She is a wonderful witch and there is no wizard more deserving than you, Master Draco.”

"Potter is after her too!"

"Well," Madam Alana said. "I don't think that there is really much to fear from him. I don't think she is really his type."

"Are you saying she isn't beautiful enough for him?" Draco demanded angrily hopping up and stomping his foot. "She is GORGEOUS!"


“No, Master Draco, I was just saying that Mr. Potter seems to be more overcompensating for his feelings of awe directed more toward you than your lovely bride-to-be...”

"That's disgusting," Draco said, turning about. "Mother, what do you think of what I picked out?"

“I think it's a wonderful pattern, Draco, dear!”

"It's so hard, Mother," Draco pouted. "She doesn't like me."

“Oh she will like you, Master Draco. Now, come so I can measure you.”

Draco stood and allowed his measures to be taken again pouting seriously.

“You should go for a fitted style, Master Draco. You have a wonderful frame. May I suggest a tuxedo-style cut?”

"Whatever you think is best for winning a Gryffindor. Their witches are odd. Slytherin witches are blunt and easy to read as they want to land a wizard and don't want games. A Gryffindor witch likes to play games and make nice boys guess at their desires."

“It's not games, Master Draco...Gryffindor witches want the big great romance...I was a Gryffindor too...so I spent my life lonely...as there was no one who cared...”

"She wants to torture me," Draco said, and he wiggled unhappily and fiddled with his robes.

“She wants to be swept off her feet. Shown that she is your only one...”

"How do I do that?" Draco asked, flopping in a chair and slumping down.

“Gryffindor witches crave romantic gestures…meaningful presents...it doesn’t matter the cost, but sentiment.”

"Why couldn't she just be a gold-digger?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then you wouldn't love her, baby,” Narcissa said as she hugged him.

Draco whined loudly. What could he do for her? What would she like?

“You will bring her here and show her the puppies. Didn't you say she loved the picture of you with them?”

"I should just fill her room with purple orchids," Draco said, pouting more. "Why does she have to be so STUBBORN?"

“You love a challenge, son,” Lucius said and sat down next to him. “If she was an air-headed bimbo like the Greengrass girl you'd be dead bored out of your mind in one day.”

"She said I was handsome," Draco said, puffing a little. "Too handsome."

“That is not a fault...witches are fickle...they will think that you spend too much time in front of the mirror so she might be short of your attention.”

"She will be my witch! And I will sprog her up."

“That's a good thought, son. If she is with your child, she cannot pursue others.”

"What if she tried to abort the baby?" Draco suddenly blurted out. "To avenge herself upon me!"

"Baby, would Miss Granger ever kill a baby?"

“Gryffindors are too noble to do such things,” the elderly seamstress assured.

"Mother, may I send her flowers enough to fill her room and line her walk to the great hall?

“I am sure we can do that, Baby,” Narcissa said and summoned a house elf.

"And chocolates, and jewelry and everything a witch would want!"

“Yes, son, you will woo her,” Lucius said and patted his son's shoulder.

"She will love me and we will have perfect life. You will have a grandson next year, Mother."

Narcissa clapped her hands happily before hugging her baby.

“'Cissy, calm down. He has not yet gotten her pregnant. Or have you, son?”

"She wants me to proclaim my feelings for her in front of the whole school. She gave no guarantee of being nice or listening is what she said," Draco sniffed.

“She will listen, baby. She will like the effort you made.”

"She wants to VEX me!"

“If you do it in a humble manner, Master Draco, you will get her. Tell her that she is your dream witch.”

"She told me she wanted to see Uncle Sev naked. How gross is that?"

"I will leave you now. Your robes will be ready by morning."

“Thank you, Madam Alana. You will get a generous reward for your work.”

"And the young lady who accosted you will be terminated, Lord Malfoy."

Lucius waved a hand in dismissal.

"I want her to wake up in flower paradise. I want her to have a special locket with my picture in it. I want her to have the finest chocolate truffles. I want her to have all the best."

“She will have it, son,” Lucius assured. Draco needed to score the witch.

"When she visits, she will share my bed!"

“Of course,” Lucius said, smirking. It was a good idea, would facilitate the sprogging up, as Draco put it.

"Thank you, Father."

“Anything to make you happy, son.”

"How can I make sure that she gets sprogged?"

“You need to woo her...then you can give a fertility potion in her drink...”

Draco tapped his fingers.

"I may only get one chance. I have to make sure I get it right."

“You will succeed, boy. A Malfoy never loses. Now go and get some sleep. The elves will deliver the flowers and the trinkets.”

Draco nodded and stepped into the floo.

He couldn't sleep. He wanted to be next to her.

He was used to being cuddled in her arms, even it had been as a puppy.

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