Puppy-Dog Tales

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Chapter 1 - Picking up Girls

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DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Draco thought as he looked into his reflection in the window on the ground level of Hogwarts. Why this form for his animagus?

A small brown and white collie puppy sat in the center of the entry way. He held his ears tucked back and his head down.

He darted behind a statue as he heard several sets of footsteps coming up the dungeon stairwell.

If any of the Slytherins found him he'd be in great trouble. Some of them were known for not liking animals, especially Crabbe.

Why couldn't he be something impressive? A Sheltie was not impressive.

He would've thought he'd be something majestic, a stallion maybe. But a puppy? Goodness merciful!

He watched Crabbe and Goyle walk into the great hall looking clueless.

“Hermione, you shouldn't bother Snape about the grade again!”

“Harry I just want to know why I got just eighty percent on it!”

“But Hermione…” Harry whined.

“You go and start dinner. I'll be right back, okay?”

Draco watched the pair and blinked his grey puppy eyes. Granger was a known do-gooder. She would not abuse him. That, he knew. Didn't she have a liking for furry shabby animals?

Hermione walked to the entry to the dungeon with her hair swinging with her purpose.

Draco darted after her when he saw a quill fall from her bag. He grabbed it up in his mouth and trotted behind her with his head a little low and his tail wagging. Girls were suckers for the cute dog face.

Hermione heard soft footsteps behind her.

She turned, "Hello?"

Draco sneezed before tucking his ears softly back and looking up at her. He tilted his head ever so softly to the right.

“Who are you, little one?” Hermione asked, smiling.

Typical, stupid female...falling for the cute puppy, Draco thought as he set her quill down at her feet.

“And you found my quill!” she cooed and scratched behind his ear.

Draco panted happily and stretched closer to her and walked between her legs looking up. He swallowed back the drool as he saw the thong she wore.

“Are you lost? Should I bring you to Professor Snape?”

Draco shook his head. Oh the INDIGNITY! Draco sat up on his haunches lifting his front feet into the air.

“You don't want to go to the professor?”

Draco put a paw on her leg as she knelt down.

“You want to come with me?”

"Woof," he said, and he nodded his head. He leaned forward and licked her face. Draco groaned. For some reason, he just couldn't stop licking her face.

She tasted so sweet. Hermione scooped him up into her arms.

"You're the cutest little fellow," she said, kissing him on top of his head between his ears.

Draco huffed. It was too easy.

"I bet you are hungry," Hermione said, and she turned back picking up her quill and tucking it in her bag. She walked out of the dungeons snuggling the puppy.

He barked agreeably. Hermione snuggled him close.

Draco shifted so he put his front paw on her breast. He continued to lick her face. He was making a move, but she didn't even notice it! She had nice ones.

"I'll have to get you some toys on the Hogsmeade visit tomorrow," Hermione said. "You will go with me, won't you?"

Hermione took his paw and moved it.

Draco shoved his nose under her robes and sniffed before he took the edge of the robe and tugged it closed. No one else should see her bosoms. They were his now. She was his MISTRESS! He hadn't known that she had such large bosoms! Her ratty robes had hidden her curves very well.

"Will you sit at table with me?" Hermione asked, leaning down and kissing him again.

He nodded and gave her the best possible puppy look.

"Of course, you will. I will have to find a nice name for you, won't I?"

He barked the affirmative, resting his snout on her shoulder.

"Hmm, Sir Fluffy?" she asked playfully as she rubbed his back.

He growled. He would not be saddled with such a stupid name.

"No good. Killer?"

He whimpered. He was a nice puppy.

“What about Prince?”

Draco yipped and shoved his nose against her neck as she carried him to the Gryffindor table.

“Where did you get such a cutie pie?” Ginny asked, smiling at the little puppy.

"I found him all alone in the dungeons," Hermione said, setting him on the bench next to her. "What would you like to eat, Prince?"

He pointed towards the bowl of mash and sausages.

Ginny reached out to touch his head. Draco growled at the redhead.

Hermione scooped a good helping of mash and put three meaty sausages in a bowl which had appeared in front of Prince.

"Where did you get the mutt, Hermione?" Harry asked, unknowingly looking into the freckled face of Draco Malfoy.

“He's not a mutt, Harry. He is a nice purebred puppy! He picked up my quill for me!”

Draco barked in agreement and put his paw on her arm.

“But Herms, he is a dog, he should not be sitting at the table.”

"He is allowed if I say. I am Headgirl."

Draco looked up proudly. Draco grinned with his tongue hanging out and wiggled his front half into her lap shoving his nose against one of her breasts.

“Hermione, he might carry viruses!” Harry exclaimed.

"You need to sit up and eat," Hermione said, giggling as she petted his head.

"Oh, please Harry! It's more likely he is Draco Malfoy than him being sick!"

“I think it is suspicious…a dog turning up from somewhere. He might be an escaped convict from Azkaban.”

"Some student probably lost him. We will hang up found posters and find your master."

Draco sneezed covering his nose with a paw and turning his head away from the food.

“Look, he's got manners!” Ginny cooed.

Draco curled his lip at her a little and growled as if to say that he was not an ANIMAL!

He leaned down and began to eat.

Hermione smiled at him as she reached for a piece of baked chicken and a roll.

"Do you want some pumpkin juice, Prince?"

He took small bits from his sausages.

Hermione wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his neck after cutting her own piece of chicken into manageable size pieces and began to eat.

Draco shifted back into the caress. This was how he was meant to live! Well, minus being a dog and diving into food face first.

“Good boy, Prince!” she said and poured a bit of juice into a low bowl that had appeared next to him.

Draco leaned over and touched his nose to her cheek in thanks before lapping at the juice.

Harry was glaring at the dog.

Draco eyed him back before pointing his nose at the ceiling and beginning to yip sadly.

“What is it, boy?” Hermione asked, her voice concerned.

He whined and crawled into her lap putting a paw on her arm and giving Harry a sharp sad look before resting his head on her chest.

"What did you do to him?" several of the younger Gryffindor girls demanded and one poked Harry in the chest.

“Me? I didn't do anything to the mutt!”

Draco whined louder.

"He knows you don't like him!" a fifth year said. "Why do you hate puppies?"

“I don't hate puppies!” Harry muttered. “This one is suspicious!”

Draco moved his paw to Hermione's shoulder and pulled back to look at her making his eyes bigger and sadder as he put his ears back a little.

“You scared the poor dog, Harry!” Hermione said and got up from the table.

"It's a dog, not a PERSON!" Harry said, glaring at the puppy as Hermione tucked the dog to her chest.

“He has a personality. He's way nicer than you!”

Draco made no noise as he settled his chin on Hermione's shoulder and his paws on her bosoms.

"Would it help if I apologize to the dog?" Harry asked rolling his eyes as the girls all glared at him.

“No, it would not help!” she said and stalked away.

Draco grinned and waved his paw at Harry as Hermione carried him up the stairs.

"We'll go to the library, Handsome," Hermione said. "It won't take too long."

He nodded, settling his paws on the soft bosoms. None of the Slytherin girls had such large ones. They all were rather small in comparison. Not that he had slept with all of them, no. He just had a spy mirror installed in the girls' showers. Just to check if they're fine.

He was Headboy, after all.

If only he had shared quarters with Granger, he would've known earlier. Probably she had a nice arse too!

"I'm going to look up what kind of doggy you are," Hermione said. "I can tell you are a purebred."

He licked her cheek. There was something about her scent and taste which was utterly irresistible to him.

"That's my good boy!" Hermione said as she walked into the library with him. "Would you like to walk?"

Yes, he would like to walk. Then he could look up her skirt.

He nodded to her.

Hermione set him down.

He stretched his paws and walked close to her.

Hermione reached down and petted his head as she scanned the titles looking a book on dog breeds.

He looked up attentively when she stood on her tiptoes to get a book. He could see her knickers! How delicious. He should have done this years ago.

She was wearing a green thong. Nice. She liked his house colors then.

Draco looked up at her as she searched through the titles. He reared up and pulled off the book he saw. He opened it and began to paw through the pages till he stopped at the image of a Shetland sheepdog.

Draco barked softly up at Hermione.

Hermione looked at the puppy. If he'd begun to chew on the books, she'd be in big trouble.

Draco looked down at the page.

Hermione looked at the page he was pawing.

"A Shetland sheepdog?" she asked. "You are a cute little sheltie?"

He barked softly in agreement.

“Let me read this, Sweetie.”

Draco pressed his nose under her skirt and touched his cold nose to her thigh.

Hermione swatted him away. Silly dog.

Draco growled a little and pushed his nose back under her skirt again.

“Prince, hush. If you don't behave, I will have to give you to a professor!”

Draco pulled back and sat down. He licked his nose.

Hermione kept on reading about the breed. It said the fur of the dog would not contaminate any potion. That was good. She would be able to take him to all classes.

He couldn't go to Snape. Snape would take the mickey out of him! He put a paw on her leg and rested his head there.

“Good boy,” she said and scratched behind hid ears.

Draco looked up at her.

"Hermione," a soft voice whispered.

Hermione looked up from her book.

Harry looked at her, "I'm sorry for what I said about the dog."

Draco growled and his hackles raised.

“You should be sorry. You know how I have wanted a new pet since Crooksie died!”

"I am sorry, Herms," Harry said, walking over and trying to sit next to her.

Draco growled at Harry. He wiggled between the chairs and toppled over the one next to Hermione’s. He continued to growl.

“Prince, be quiet,” Hermione said and pulled out a chair for Harry.

Draco whimpered and put his front paws up on Hermione's lap.

She hoisted him up to sit in her lap.

Draco wagged his tail and glared at Harry.

“Hermione, I can buy you a new familiar! Any kind you want!”

"You're a good boy," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her cheek to it.

“Hermione, why don't you give the mutt to the headmistress? She can sort out where he came from.”

"Harry, he is not a mutt. He is a good boy. I am keeping him. I like him."

Hermione cuddled the dog as she stood up. She deposited the book on the return cart and took Draco up the stairs. Draco blinked at the portrait of the fat lady.

Hermione had her own private rooms at the top of the tower. No more sharing the bathroom with the chatty girls.

"Cool dog," Dennis Creevey said when he saw the dog in Hermione's arms.

Draco pulled his lips back a little.

“It seems he doesn't like people. He was probably a stray. Poor baby.”'

Draco looked up her and wiggled so he could put his paws on her breasts.

Hermione carefully supported his bottom. She found the dog's paw position odd, but she didn't let it affect her. The puppy was just looking for leverage.

"You need a bath, don't you?" she asked as she carried him up the steps toward her room.

He nodded in agreement. Her rooms had way too much Gryffindor colors in the decor.

“A nice bubble-bath. Will you need to splash me?" Hermione asked, setting him down on the floor as she walked to a chest of drawers.

He looked around the room. There were pictures of her, Potter and weasley. A picture of a mangy cat in a black frame. But he could not smell a man's presence in the room. It meant she did not have a lover. Good.

He looked over at her and panted as he saw her standing in the room wearing her bra and skirt only.

"I know you will splash me. That is what puppies do. I need a bath as well."

He liked the dark green lace bra. It hugged her large bosoms beautifully.

If only he were in his human form…then he'd walk up to her and kiss her...and he would fondle those gorgeous globes of delight.

"Woof," he said, looking up at her.

"You are so precious," Hermione said, and she walked over to where he had hopped up onto her bed.

“Now don't look at me like this. I know I look bad, but you're just a dog.”

Draco leaned in and licked her neck.

“Now now, boy, be good. I am not a sweet.”

He sat back.

"We will go and take a bath, or would you prefer a shower?"

He hopped down from the bed and run to the bathroom. He pressed a button on the side of the bath and began to run the water.

Hermione followed him.

"You sweet little thing," Hermione said. She shed her bra and tossed it into the hamper.

Draco looked up and stared at her heavy breasts. Why was he cursed to be a dog right now? He had to touch them when he returned to human form, feel them smashed against his chest while he kissed her.

None of the Slytherin girls had such a large chest. No wonder so many Pureblood wizards had been marrying Muggleborns in the past generation.

If he was himself, he would...well he wouldn't be here with her...but he would be all over those delicious orbs.

He tossed a lavender bath bomb into the water.

"You're a smart dog."

He needed to encourage her to shed her skirt and thong too.

Hermione giggled. "I have to keep you around. Such a sweet dog."

Hermione slipped out of her skirt and knickers and tossed them into the hamper as well before stepping into the warm water.

Draco was in heaven. Goodness, if only he'd be himself...

Hermione sighed as she began to bathe herself. Draco moaned a little as she ran the cloth over her breasts.

Why had he not made a move when he was human?

He put his head on the side of the tub and watched her. So Gorgeous. If only he was human...

She was perfect. Pert large breasts. Pink sensitive nipples. And she had shaved her special place in the shape of a heart.

He would date her once he was human again! Pureblood idiocy was long gone. Now all that counted was status. And she had more than enough of that. And she was so sexy. He would not let her out of the bed.

He would screw her into the mattress. His father would be proud of him for landing such a well known witch.

The Malfoy name had been plenty tarnished during the war. But getting this girl would be just what they needed.

Hermione rose from the tub.

Draco panted as he watched water cascade off her body. Once he had returned to his human form, he would...

Oh goodness, he was close to fainting. Could he really see her sex?

Hermione grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.

“Do you want a bath now, boy?”

Draco nodded but he took the towel in his mouth and tugged at it.

“Ah you know you will splash me?”

Draco dropped the towel from his mouth and put his head down and grinned in his puppy way.

She was a sucker for the cute dog look.

Hermione giggled and set the towel aside before reaching down and lifting the puppy up and setting him in the tub.

Draco wished he was human for the millionth time tonight. He was sure she would like what he had under his robes. He was rather fit. All girls wanted him. But he knew they were after his galleons.

Draco shoved his nose between her legs where she stood washing his back.

She was intact. She was the perfect witch.

Luckily she had not noticed his naughty move.

Hermione leaned down and began to wash his stomach before beginning to wash between his back legs. He turned around and looked up at her.

“What is it, Prince?”

His eyes darkened a bit. Little minx! Touching him like that. Did she do that to every boy? Did she have a think going with the twerp Potter?

"You're a dog. I don't just touch any boy like that!" Hermione said, petting his wet and very hairy bottom.

Draco snorted and licked her hand.

“Boys don't like me, alright. I will end up a spinster.”

Draco knew that once he'd be back to human he'd do everything to bed her. He would be her only. He'd be her husband, too.

She would mother a fine heir to the Malfoy fortune.

He could buy her a bookstore chain to keep her busy…If she wanted to work.

Hermione stepped out of the tub and grabbed her bathrobe. She turned and lifted Draco from the tub.

Draco pointed his nose straight up in the air as she gently set him down. He stood quietly while she gently towel dried him at first.

"I'm going to do a drying spell on you, and then I will brush your lovely fur."

He nodded with his eyes on her.

She was very nice and kind. That was a bonus.

When he was entirely dry, Hermione walked into her bedroom.

"Come along, Prince."

He duly followed her, awaiting her to shed her robe. He loved seeing her naked.

Hermione reached over to the night table and opened the bottle of lavender scented lotion that she kept there. She slipped the robe off, tossing it onto the bed before lifting her leg and beginning to rub lotion into her skin.

Draco tried to get a good look of everything. Draco flopped on the bed resting his head on a pillow. He looked at her and rolled onto his back wiggling around.

“You're a cute puppy. I like you. You are much more interactive than a kneazle.”

Draco let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he stretched a paw toward her.

“And you're funny too. That's what I need. Someone cute and funny, who is not so dead serious like Harry.”

Draco sat up rigidly and pouted looking as serious as he could.

Hermione giggled.

She had finished applying her lotion and pulled in a short nightie.

“Now, I'll go and brush my teeth and find a nice hairbrush to brush your fur before bed, okay?”

Draco nodded.

As soon as Hermione was in the bathroom, he dug at the covers and dove under them and began to rub his scent on everything. His bed, his sheets, his pillows, his WOMAN! He couldn’t pee on her door as he wanted to as a dog. She would surely get rid of him for that. Though his scent as a dog was different from when he was human, but once he'd turn back into normal she'd know what it means to share bed with a man.

He growled as he heard footsteps approaching.

"WOOF! WOOF!"

“Calm down, boy!” she said and went to open the door.

Draco rested at the head of the bed in the center, looking for all the world like he was king of the room. He quieted at her request.

"Miss Granger, I was wondering if you had seen Mr. Malfoy. He wasn't at supper and no one has seen him since lunch." Headmistress McGonagall stood there.

“No, Headmistress, I have not seen Malfoy. Have you tried to floo his home?”

"Yes," the grey haired witch said.

Draco settled his head on his paws.

“Well, I hope that he turns up soon. I see you have a new familiar, Miss Granger,” McGonagall said, looking at the bed.

Draco lifted his head and perked his ears forward. Draco stood up and sauntered to the door to greet the headmistress. This was his place. It was his job to inspect any visitor.

“Where did you get him from?”

"I found him in the dungeons. I'm going to see if anyone has lost him. But if no one claims him, I will keep him."

Draco sat at Hermione's feet and looked up at McGonagall.

“I shall post a lost dog ad in the Prophet for you. It often happens that a familiar accidentally floos somewhere.”

"That would be wonderful. I'm sure that whoever has him wants him returned. He hasn't been social to anyone but me. So I am thinking that he might have been a stray, and he had no collar."

Draco woofed and leaned against Hermione's legs.

"I wouldn't let a cutie like you go around without a collar to tell them you were mine." She rubbed his ears.

“If someone enquires about a lost dog, do let me know,” Minerva said thoughtfully.

"I will," Hermione said.

Draco licked Hermione's hand before taking the edge of her nightie and tugging her toward the bed.

“I shall bid you good night,” Minerva said.

"Good Night, Headmistress."

Draco growled as the door shut.

"Be nice, Prince," Hermione said as she walked over to the bed. "Come here, Handsome."

Draco bounded over and up onto the bed snuggling close.

“You have very nice fur. Silky soft. I always thought dogs were rough-furred. And the lavender smells nice on you.”

Draco settled happily into the brushing. It was like a massage.

He was sure she would love to massage him as a human too. He had a nice body. Girls liked toned abs.

"It is sleepy time now," she told him after he was thoroughly brushed.

Draco shoved his nose into her hand and knocked it a little.

"It's sleepy time now," Hermione told him firmly. "We will play tomorrow."

Draco turned around in three circles before he flopped down and put his head on her stomach.

He felt happy. It was stupid to feel happy when he was trapped in dog form. But he had had a nice evening despite the fact that he was a mutt.

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The other fic will still be completed. But this idea entered my head...thanks to Draco, my puppy. And I couldn't resist.

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