Puppy-Dog Tales

Here's the new chapter, loves! Draco has been shaken up and made to behave better... he is still spoiled mama's boy...but we lov e him!

Starrynite45 - *puts on T-shirt with Draco-picture* GO DRACO! FIGHT! WIN! And it shall be written of for our reviewers who do so love our story.

angelnomiko - Hooray Team Draco! I feel certain that in less than thirty chapters our dear Hermione will see the puppy-boy's love.

Panther Eyes - Lucius is very pout about having his time interrupted. I would be pout about it if I were his wife too. I would be pout about it if I were Draco's wife as well. Severus is tricky, and I love him for it. I suppose you are Team Draco. Poor Severus gets no love!

SarahWhitman - Yes, I do love the good and the bad as long as the bad is explained. It does aid in growing as a writer. Draco's childish nature is being drawn on and exaggerated a bit. I would take Lucius as well. Lucius is a man. Draco is a boy.

PixieStick - I shall do my best to show their divergence now.

Avanell - Glad you liked them. Do comment on this chapter.

MalfoysBitch - And here I was thinking that that was me. I appear to have been mistaken. It's never to late to vote for Draco.

Wistful-Stargazer - Yes, Harry's attentions are creepy. I totally agree. But I think that that will be sufficiently explained in the forhtcoming chapters. Draco needs to change and grow up. Yes, his childish petulance is being exaggerated to the point of ridiculity perhaps. I loved the smiley faces. Made me Smile



Hermione knocked on Severus' office door.

“Come in,” Severus bellowed.

"Hello Severus. I'm here for dinner," Hermione said, stepping into the room.

“I didn't dare hope that you'd come.”

"I told you I would come. You are a good man."

Severus blushed. He moved quickly to her, "May I take your cloak?"

“Thank you, Severus, you are so charming!”

Severus gulped when he saw the backless dress Hermione had worn and her exposed shoulders.

“You’re gorgeous, Hermione,” Severus said, not letting his eyes off her.

"Thank you," she said, blushing and biting her lip as she looked into his inky eyes.

“I don't deserve to see such beauty.”

"I would say that you deserve to touch such beauty," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“I am too old...” he protested, raising a hand to pet the soft exposed skin.

"Severus, you are far from being old. I am sure that our age difference makes no difference to me."

“What if you...don't like my looks?” He asked, insecure if he'd ever dare to all her to see him naked.

"Well, Severus, for a girl, any male can be handsome if it's the male that she wants." Hermione petted his cheek.

“Hermione I am by no stretch attractive...”

“Stop it, Severus!” Hermione chastised.

Severus blushed more deeply as Hermione slid her arms around his waist. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

"Are you ready for a delicious meal?" Severus asked, taking a step back from her as she trailed her hands over his hips.

“You are quite delicious yourself, Severus...”

"Hermione, I am still your teacher."

“But I am of age... no one has to know!”

"I would know," Severus said, "Now, I thought we would speak of your future apprenticeship."

“I could blindfold you...”

"Miss Granger, you promised to behave."

“I am behaving, Severus. What would you like me to do?”

"Stop being naughty," he said, moving into his kitchen.

“I am all good,” Hermione giggled.

Severus stood in the kitchen and took several deep breaths. She was so enticing in her attempt to tempt him.

She probably didn't realize what she was doing to him. If only the Malfoy brat hadn't made a claim on her as well.

"What will we be having for dinner?" Hermione asked, turning and walking to the table.

Severus shook his head as he watched her arse sway as she walked. He darted quickly to the table and pulled out the chair for her.

It was better if he didn't have to look at her delicious backside.

Hermione sat down and Severus' eyes crossed as he realized he could look down her dress.

“Do you like my dress, Severus?” she asked, looking up at him and using her arms to push her breasts together a little.

"Quite lovely. As my apprentice, I will have to find more appropriate clothing, like a burlap sack. You are meant to be more than eyecandy for men."

“But I want to look nice for you, Severus. Is that forbidden?”

"You want to make me helpless for you," Severus said, carrying a plate for each of them to the table and placing one before her first.

“Is it working? I have never seduced a man before,” Hermione said blushed.

"You know very well that you are an enticing female," Severus said, trying to tear his eyes from her breasts.

"I hope you enjoy Chicken Parmesan."

“You are a very interesting man, Severus. Smart, powerful...”

"You need to behave," Severus said, forcing himself to look her in her eyes as she leaned forward and rested her breasts on the table.

"It's a little chilly in here, isn't it Severus?"

"I imagine you are, since you are wearing an opentipped bra." Hermione smiled as she took a bite of the chicken and spaghetti in marinara.

“I've always wanted to be with experienced man. Who'd give me pleasure, you know?” she said between bites.

Severus frowned. She thought he was experienced. He hadn't had time to find a woman to help him become experienced in between spying on the Dark Lord and teaching snot-nosed children (for the most part) how to avoid killing themselves in potions class.

Not that he would tell her that. It would make him look incompetent.

"So would you want a traditional apprenticeship?"

“Of course, Severus. I'd love to learn everything.”

Severus' eyes narrowed as he felt a foot slide up his leg and along the inside of his thigh.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I read some thing in books...”

Severus gasped as he felt her foot on his groin. He bit his lip as his treacherous cock demanded that he arch into the foot.

“I read that dinner can be a good foreplay.”

"Miss Granger," Severus said, capturing her teasing foot and beginning to rub it gently.

“It is often that masters and apprentices are together in more than studying...”

"Unless the apprentice is married or promised to another."

“Who will want to marry me, Severus? No one!”

"Draco definitely does. He told me to 'stay away' as you are 'his'."

“He's just having a bratty moment. There's no seriousness in that.”

"He wants you," Severus said, rubbing her foot more.

Hermione moaned at the delicious sensation on her foot.

"BING. BING. Nine O'clock." the tiny clock on the mantle announced. "Fifteen minutes till student curfew."

“I don't have curfew,” Hermione reminded him.

"Yes, but you have rounds tonight, and need to be dressed appropriately," Severus said, standing up. "I can escort you back to your room."

“Draco can do my rounds for me.”

"Hermione, I promise as soon as you are no longer my student that we can be more," Severus said, taking her hand and tucking it onto her arm.

“Promise? Big promise?” she asked looking at him with big eyes.

"If it is your desire," Severus said.

“Thank you, Severus!”

Hermione rubbed his arm as they walked.

"Hermione!" a whiney cry sounded in the entryway.

Hermione looked ahead, ignoring the voice.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry asked, storming down the stairs toward them.

“Why Harry?” she asked, wondering why Harry was glaring daggers at Severus.

"Well, you are my GIRLFRIEND!" Harry said, glaring hurtfully at Severus.

Severus sneered.

“Harry, we didn't decide on that.”

“Mr. Potter you are out after curfew. Do you wish me to deduct points?”

"What is your problem, you sick pervert?" Harry asked, fists clenching as he moved toward Snape.

Harry pulled back his hand and opened the palm to slap Severus hard across the cheek. He turned and ran off.

Severus' head spun.

“Severus, look at me,” she begged, holding his head in her lap.

Severus blinked as he found himself face to breast.

“What happened?” Severus asked, still a little dazed.

"Harry hit you," Hermione said, lifting him up and resting his head on her breasts.

Severus sighed and put a hand on her hip turning his face into her. He knew not retaliating had been a good choice.

“I don't know what came over him,” Hermione said, cuddling Severus into her bosoms more.

"I'm fine, Miss Granger. I think it would be best if we continued back to your room."

“Please don't be harsh to Harry. He doesn't know that you were not doing anything wrong to me.”

"I wouldn't think of it. I couldn't get his wand snapped at this point anyway," Severus said as Hermione slid a hand into his hair.

“You are a noble man, Severus. And I want a man who is more mature than the silly boys.”

Severus didn't respond as he stopped outside her door.

"You promised me a goodnight kiss, Severus."

“Good night, Hermione,” he said and pecked her cheek.

Hermione caught him and turned him so she pressed her lips to his sliding her fingers into his hair.

“Good night, Severus,” she murmured against his lips.

"Good night," Severus said, swallowing as she went into her room.

He would take care of Potter. Soon, and in a more subtle way than the brat would expect.

Draco glared at his godfather as he walked toward the dungeon. The old bat just didn't know when to leave well enough alone! She was to be Draco's.

Draco wished he could hex the bat to the next year.

"Draco, I warn you against cursing me," Severus said as he opened his office door.

“No one would know it was me... could've just as well been Potty...”

"It is you, Draco. And believe me, Hermione wants me, not you! So save yourself the embarrassment," Severus said, slamming the door and warding it.

Draco would not hear any of that. He had to go and pick her up for the late round.

He stormed up the stairs pouting. What was his godfather's problem?

"Hermione," Draco said, flinging the door open.

Hermione yelped and tried to cover herself.

“Draco? What you're doing here? It's still ten minutes to the rounds.”

"What was all that slobbering on the old bat for?" Draco asked, and his lower lip trembled a little.

Hermione snatched a silk robe and wrapped it around herself.

"Hermione, I want you to be my witch," Draco said, taking her hand and kissing it. He drew her hands to his chest.

“Slobbering who? Severus is very nice. He gave me a good night kiss.”

“You can kiss me anytime you want,” Draco said and pouted.

"You had no right to storm in on me," Hermione said, grabbing a uniform and going into her bathroom.

“I didn't know you were going to be naked, sweet.”

“Not that I am against seeing you naked. I am rather happy to,” Draco added.

Hermione came back out and gasped as she felt two arms wrap around her and draw her to a strong chest.

"Draco, let go of me."

Draco leaned down. "Just one little kiss."

“You have to know who is a better kisser after all,” Draco murmured.

Hermione gasped as Draco's soft lips nipped at hers.

Draco gently pushed her back toward the bed.

“Draco, what are you doing?”

"You taste delicious," he whispered, pulling back.

Hermione stared up at him with glazed eyes.

“And if you want, you can have more of this...”

Hermione wrapped her arms around him and sighed resting her cheek on his chest.

"Do you want more?" Draco asked, tilting her head and leaning down to kiss his neck.

“What is more? I am not sure if I am ready...”

“I don't want to rush you, love.”

"I do want more kissing," Hermione said, pulling him back down to her neck. "Please."

“Anything you want, love. You don't need any other man...”

Hermione whimpered as Draco continued to kiss. She held him more tightly. She slid her hands down to hold his hips.

“We're meant to be, Sweetheart,” Draco murmured as he ground his hips against her.

Hermione whimpered as Draco pushed her back to the bed.

“Draco...” she moaned.

"Agree to stay a week with me," Draco whispered between kisses. "Please."

“A whole week? What if your parents don't like me? I know they won't!”

"My parents, firstly, let me have whatever I want. Secondly, I want you. Thirdly, my father thinks the idea is an excellent one. He has thought you would be a fine match since we met in Flourish and Blotts the summer preceding our second year at Hogwarts."

“I never got that impression from him.”

"He thought that the Weasleys already had you secured for one of their many sons."

“I don't thin any Weasley is suitable for me as a husband, as friends sure.”

"I am elated to hear that. What about a Malfoy?"

"I don't know; your father is rather handsome," Hermione said, pretending to give the thought serious consideration.

"He is old, wrinkly, and a virgin!" Draco said, counting off on his fingers.

Hermione giggled. "The head of a wizarding family can take multiple wives from my understanding. And he is surely not a virgin. You're proof of his virility."

“Ew, Hermione. You surely aren't serious?” Draco asked, giving her the best puppy-dog look he could manage. “And I was owl ordered.”

"I am quite serious," Hermione said, turning her back on Draco so she could grin. "And we need to do rounds." She made her face neutral and took his arm. "It is fitting that you escort me through them."

“Of course it is. You will have a surprise tomorrow morning, sweets,” He assured.

"From your father?" Hermione asked, bouncing on his arm.

"From me! I am courting you. Not that old wrinkly thing."

Hermione giggled and slapped his bum.

Draco pouted, "You will meet him, and agree that time has been cruel to him."

“Are you jealous of me wanting your father?”

"You want me!" Draco insisted, puffing his lower lip out at her. "I am faithful, loyal, and true. Like a puppy but better looking. And I don't chew things.”

"Quite true, but given your atrocious behavior in public, I will have to speak with your father, my future betrothed, about a leash and muzzle for you."

“No, I am to be your fiancé, not him!” Draco stomped his foot.

"Now, Draco, don't talk crazy." Hermione said, as he walked her to stop outside her door after rounds. Hermione chewed her lip as she looked at the door and knew that no familiar was waiting on the bed for her.

“I don't want to be alone.”

"You won't be alone for long," Draco whispered, hugging her tightly. "I will see you at first light in the great hall with my proposition."

“Stay with me now?” she begged, tugging at his sleeve.

"I will stay till you fall asleep, but then I must leave so everything will be perfect for tomorrow," Draco said, allowing her to pull him into her room.

“That's fine with me if you kiss me again,” she murmured.

Draco grinned and kissed her gently pushing her back toward the bed.

“Tomorrow everyone will know you are my bride. How do you feel about this?”

"I agreed that you would be allowed to court me after tomorrow. Nothing about being your bride," Hermione said, pushing him back as she realized she was on her back with a very horny seventeen year old boy straddling her waist.

“I want to persuade you to become my bride during the courting. You make me so wild for you.”

"Well, Severus is also going to be courting me," Hermione said, stretching her arms above her head as she fell back on her pillows.

"And my father I suppose," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"Naturally," Hermione said, patting Draco's thigh.

"I was being ironic!"

“But you will see how I outshine them. I am more romantic and a great kisser.”

"No more talking. Just cuddling," Hermione said. "I want a back rub."

"Well, I want a front rub," Draco said, winking.

“As you wish, Princess,” Draco said as she pouted.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Hermione sighed as she stretched in her bed.

She jerked up suddenly and gasped as she saw vases of orchids lining the floor and atop her dresser.

These were the most beautiful flowers she'd ever seen.

She reached out and took the gold roll of parchment and unfurled it.

Dearest Hermione, I took the liberty of sending you one flower for every second I thought of you since we parted. I have something quite special I desire to ask you in the great hall this morning. I hope everything is to your liking. D.L.M.

Hermione sighed. She liked the grand romantic gesture. He was sweet.

She kicked the covers off and quickly changed into a clean uniform after a shower.

Grabbing her bag she opened the door to the corridor and gasped as she saw more flowers lining the stairwell to her room and a carpet had been laid down for her to walk on.

Draco was really trying hard.

She giggled as she heard loud squeals down the hallway from other Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

“What's going on here?” she asked the other girls.

"Look at all the flowers. And all for one girl. I think we all know whom they are from. The question is who are they for?" a Ravenclaw fifth year giggled.

Hermione stared down the stairwell and saw that it was lined with more flowers.

“Maybe Draco finally has come to his senses!” The Greengrass girl giggled.

"Did he send you a card?" Hermione asked, trying to sound casual as she felt her wand hand twitch.

"No, but it is like him to not send a card. He will speak with me in the great hall and ask to court me."

It was just as well that Draco had decided to back off her. She could now pursue Severus.

Hermione bit her lip as she slipped down the stairs casting a discreet boil-hex at the Greengrass girl.

She turned when she heard a yelp, and gasped as she saw Daphne cradling her hand which was wrinkled and crooked.

"What happened?" Hermione demanded walked quickly to the younger girl who was in tears.

“My hand! I don't know what happened!”

"What did you do?" Hermione asked.

"I just tried to take one of the flowers," Daphne said, sniffling loudly.

"Well, they obviously aren't yours. No doubt they are enchanted so they can't be stolen by someone for whom they weren't sent."

“But I know he sent them for me! I recognize the flowers form their locked private greenhouse!'

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go to Madam Pomfrey, and you will be set to right."

Then she strolled confidently to the great hall.

She took her usual seat and took a piece of toast and smeared it with strawberry jam.

There were a lot of hushed murmurs.

Hermione looked over toward the Slytherin table. She frowned when she didn't see Draco there.

Maybe he has lied to her. Maybe it all was a horrible bet to rile her on.

“Hermione, are you alright?” Harry asked as he slid to sit next to her.

"I'm angry with you," Hermione said, sliding down the bench away from Harry. "You slapped Professor Snape simply for escorting me back to my room."

“He is a lecher. He wants you!” Harry pouted, trying to kiss her.

"He is not. I am to be his apprentice," Hermione said, pushing Harry back.

“You can apprentice with someone else, like Minerva!”

"You aren't in charge of my life. And I want to be a potions mistress. Professor McGonagall can't help me there."

“But Mione!”

"I need to study for NEWTs, Harry. I don't have time for this."

“But no one loves you like I do!”

"Harry," Hermione snapped, trying to rise.

Harry grabbed her wrist.

"Let go of me."

“But love...”

“Let go," Hermione said, tugging.

"Is there a problem?" a voice asked from behind them.

“Bugger off, Malfoy,” Harry snarled.

"25 points from Gryffindor for disrespect to the Headboy and for manhandling the Headgirl."

Harry huffed and stormed out of the room.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, cupping Hermione's cheek.

Hermione nodded, "Fine."

“May I make my announcement now?” he asked softly.


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Hermione looked over toward the Ravenclaw table. The Greengrass cow hadn't gotten out of the infirmary yet.

“You can if you want to,” she said, awed by how handsome Draco looked in the fine robes.

"But I would rather wait until the Greengrass girl gets here," Hermione said, as the doors to the great hall burst.
“Dracie-poo!”
Draco turned and grimaced as Daphne dashed to him.
“I missed you so much my love,” she cooed.

"I am not your love. We are not courting. We will never be anything to each other more than fourth cousins."
“But Dracie! You sent all the flowers for me!”
"No, I sent all the flowers for Miss Hermione Granger."
Hermione reached over and took Draco's arm and tugged him to her side.
"You see, Daphne, Draco is courting me now," and she lifted the necklace and showed off the 12 karat canary diamond hanging on it to the other girl.
“But Dracie! She's not a...not...a...”

"She is a great witch," Draco said, looking over at Hermione who moved between him and Daphne.
"Yes, and I would appreciate if you didn't touch my things," Hermione said, taking Draco's arm and wrapping it around her waist.
Daphne's face screwed up and she turned and ran from the hall.
"Hermione, that was petty and mean."

“She deserved it. Who on earth would call you Dracie-poo?”

"No, I liked it," Draco said, tilting her head up and leaning down to kiss her mouth.

The hushed whispers in the hall became louder.

"May I escort you to your first NEWT?" Draco asked, offering her his arm.
“Yes, Draco,” she said and smiled. “You should tell them that you're courting me.”

Draco dropped to one knee, "Hermione Jean Granger, I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, do hereby assert that it is my intention to court you in the hopes of attaining your hand in the eternal bonds of matrimony."
All the witches in the hall oohed and aahed.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, I, Hermione Jean Granger, do hereby agree to your honorable proposal of courtship for the hope of the acquisition of my hand in marriage."

Draco presented her a jewelry box.

Hermione reached out and took it, she opened it and gasped at the gorgeous piece.

“I hope it is to your liking.”

"Put it on!" Hermione said, handing it back to Draco and holding out her wrist.

“As you wish, my princess.”

Draco lifted the platinum and ruby bracelet out and put it on her wrist.

"It's beautiful," Hermione said, turning her wrist this way and that to watch it sparkle.”
“Not half as pretty as you.”
"Draco, stop," Hermione said, placing her hand on his arm so it showed off the sparkly trinket as they walked toward Transfiguration for their first NEWT.


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