i.h- hey. I don't really have anything to say this time, so I won't bother babblin'. Oh! I guess I do have something to say. At the beginning of chapter 1, Hermione's name was spelt Herminie. Lol that wasn't on purpose. I guess my spell checker thing automatically changed it to that, but I have the problem fixed now. Lol. Sry 'bout that. Enjoy chapter 2.

Disclaimer- umm…ya…check chapter 1.

Chapter 2

Draco continued to lie there on the floor after Granger had left. His first suspect on the list of who would want to get back at him was initially Granger, but she didn't seem to know that it was him. That left The-Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived and his Weasel sidekick. But, if it were those two, they would have told Granger, or at least not have let her bring him into her common room. Having cleared the Golden trio, he could think of no one else that would have that bad of a grudge with him.

Draco sighed. There was nothing he could do at the moment. He had no wand and no way of communicating with anyone, so for the time being, he was stuck. Shakily, he stood up on all four of his paws. If he was going to be a dog, he might as well get used to it for a while. He walked over to his green chair and jumped up. He might be a dog, but like Hell if he was going to lie on the floor anymore than need be. It wasn't that hard to get used to the four legs. He, like every other child, had crawled around on his hands and knees before. This of course, was done when his father hadn't been home. Draco made himself comfortable, just as Granger came into the room again with what looked like a wet cloth. When she saw where he was, a grin spread across her face.

"I know that must be comfy, but you better vacate out of that seat before Malfoy comes back from wherever he is. He claimed that as his seat our first night here," she warned him as she came closer. Draco was mildly surprised. He wondered if she would have said that if it was Potter or the Weasel, or if it was just because she didn't want him to get pissed off at her for letting a dog sit in his seat. He was guessing that it was the latter.

"Speaking of Malfoy, I wonder where he is. I didn't see or hear him leave the dorm this morning and it's after noon now. Not that I care. Who would? He's an insufferable prat. Always teasing and picking on Ron, Harry, and me. And then yesterday…" her voice trailed off as she blinked her glassy eyes. He didn't think that what he said yesterday was that bad. "…And then yesterday, he asked if there was something wrong with me because I'm always hiding under baggy cloths or my robes. Well sorry if I don't like to walk around with skimpy little cloths like Pansy Parkinson! Even if I did wear clothes like that, or at least something other than baggy, it wouldn't make any difference. I'm ugly and no guy would like ever like me, so what's the point, other than to make a fool of myself. And here I am making a fool out of myself anyway talking to a dog," she laughed as she came close to him again.

Draco's ears went back. He still didn't want her touching him. She stopped when she was right in front of him. Getting too close for comfort. He raised his lips in another snarl. That was his last warning, if she came any closer, he would bite.

"Oh, stop that. I'm just going to wipe some of that dried blood off of you and see how your wounds are healing," she said impatiently. Realizing that his wounds would need to be cleaned, unless he wanted them to become infected, he stopped his snarl but his ears remained flat. "That's better," she muttered under her breath as she slowly started to wipe the dried blood away from his muzzle. Contrary to what Draco thought it would be like, she was actually quite gentle. She wiped all the blood away from his face and a little bit that was on his left flank. She then started to clean what Draco was guessing as his worst injury. There was a decent sized cut on his left shoulder that she dabbed at as lightly as she could. Despite her being gentle, it was stinging like hell. Draco's lips curled up again. If she didn't hurry up poking at it, he'd take matters into his own…paws. Apparently it was done to her liking when she stopped. "There you go. That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Draco rolled his eyes as she turned and took the cloth back to the bathroom.

Granger came back out from the bathroom and Draco watched her as she made her way to the small kitchen. Draco got down off of the chair and followed her. He was hungry. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before and his stomach was in pain. He stopped and sat down at the entrance and watched Granger bustle around and made herself a sandwich. Getting annoyed that she hadn't noticed him sitting there, Draco let out a fake sneeze. She sat her sandwich down on the little table and looked to him. She looked as if she was thinking about something, before she turned and knelt down in front of the sink and opened the cupboard.

"For some reason, there's cat food here. Dumbledore or McGonagall must have thought I still had Crookshanks," she went quiet for a minute before she continued, "but he got hit by a car during the summer and he didn't make it." Draco was silently pleased. He had never liked the raging fur ball. He had been walking down the hall by the Gryffindor painting, when it had been flung open and that damn cat came flying out. It had latched every damn claw into his leg and was howling like the dickens. Weasley had then come flying out, his face red in anger. He had stopped though when he noticed that the cat was attached to Draco and had started to laugh. He had had to go to Madame Pomfrey to get the stupid thing off of him; all the way Granger was there caught up between yelling at him and cooing at the damn cat that was howling like a banshee. "This will have to do until I can find some dog food," she said as she opened the can and put some in a bowl. She sat the bowl down on the floor in front of him and sat down at the table and started to eat her sandwich.

…Something was wrong with this picture.

Draco stared down at the cat food incredulously. It didn't really look like something a cat would eat; it looked like something a cat would throw up. He couldn't believe it. Was he now to stoop so low that he had to eat cat food from a bowl on the floor? Draco stood up and determinedly made his way over to where Granger was now flipping through a book, and sat down beside her. He would not subject himself to begging, but he would sit there until he got some real food. When she went to take another bite from her sandwich, she finally noticed him sitting there. She stared into his eyes for a moment before she put the sandwich down.

"I've never seen a dog with silver eyes before…they look like the same color as Malfoy's," If Draco didn't have his new ears, he was sure that he would never have heard the last bit that she had said. He opened his mouth and perked his ears up, hoping that she would notice that she had hit the mark, but she just looked beyond him to the bowl. "You didn't eat any. I don't really blame you though, it doesn't look all that appealing does it?" Draco shook his head and let out a huff. She got that right. "Well, I suppose. You do have to eat something." She pushed her chair back, stood up and made her way back to the cupboard. Draco watched curiously and she made yet another sandwich. When she was done, she sat back down and looked at him again. She sighed and offered the newly made sandwich to him.

"Here, I guess you can have this. You won't eat the cat food, and you have to eat something. Go ahead, take it." Draco sniffed warily at the sandwich, not really knowing what he was looking for. Somehow, the prospect of taking food from Granger made him suspicious of the offered morsel. His stomach gave another painful growl, and he reached out and gingerly took the sandwich into his jaws, avoiding coming into contact with Grangers fingers. He laid down and placed the sandwich on his front paws and looked back up at Granger to make sure she wasn't smirking like crazy or was going to take it back from him; but she was looking back at her book and eating her own sandwich again. He let out a sigh and turned back to his. He should be lucky that he didn't end up eating the cat food.

When he was finished, he looked back up at Granger. She was so engrossed in her book that she had forgotten about her sandwich, which had three or four bites left to it. Draco sat back up and watched her. One sandwich wasn't enough to fill him when he was normal, and now he was a dog. Granger let out a sigh and placed her book down. She stood up and picked the plate up at the same time. She was about to put the remainder of the sandwich in the garbage when she noticed Draco sitting there. She frowned as if it was against her better judgment, and lowed the plate down to his height. Draco stood up and walked leisurely over to the plate causing Granger to roll her eyes at him. What did she expect him to do? Break his neck to get a bit of leftover food? She had better think again. He took the rest of her sandwich and went back by the table where he had eaten to other piece and proceeded to do the same with this piece.

Granger muttered to herself as she cleaned up after their lunch and then left the little kitchen. Draco again stood up when he was finished and made his way back out to the sitting area. He jumped back up onto his chair and got comfortable, then looked around to see where his roommate had gone. His question was answered when she came out of her room and made her way to the portrait. "I promised I'd meet Harry and Ron. I'll see you later," and with that, she disappeared leaving Draco alone.

Hermione slowly made her way down to the lake where she was to meet Harry and Ron, thinking of that dog the whole way down. It was the strangest dog that she had ever met. It wouldn't let her touch it, but when she had said that she needed to clean his wounds, he had let her. It was almost as if he could understand what she was saying. And then there was the whole food thing. Although, that wasn't really all that strange. She didn't really blame the poor thing for not eating the cat food, come to think of it, she didn't really know how Crookshanks and bared to eat it.

What surprised her the most though, was his eyes. They were exactly like Malfoy's. When she had looked into then, she had gotten lost just she had when she had looked into Malfoy's. And then, when she had voiced that his eyes were like Malfoy's, an almost…agreeing look had crossed his face as he perked his ears up. It was very strange indeed.

She was pulled out of her thinking when she heard a big splash. She had apparently made it down to the lake. Harry and Ron were standing near the edge and throwing rocks out into the lake. Harry was the first to notice her walking towards them and elbowed Ron in the ribs. A small smile spread across her face as Ron started to growl at Harry, but then stopped when he too, noticed her coming.

"Hey 'Mione. What took you so long?" Ron asked as he threw another rock.

"Sorry. I got into a book while I was eating and I lost track of time," she threw an annoyed glare Ron's way when he rolled his eyes at her.

"Geez, classes haven't even started yet and you're already studying!" Hermione's glare turned to one of hurt.

"It's not a text book. I was reading it for amusement," she mumbled.

"I didn't know you could get amusement from reading. Did you Harry?" Ron joked as he walked up to the tree overlooking the lake and sat down under it.

"I'm not getting into this one," Harry said as he took a seat beside Ron. Hermione followed their lead and sat down in-between the two of them, causing Ron to jump out of the way before she sat on him. All three were quite for a bit as they watched the smooth lake, enjoying each other's company. It was Ron who broke the silence.

"What do you think he's up to?" Hermione looked to Harry to see what his answer would be. She knew that Ron was referring to Voldermort, and she knew that Harry understood what Ron had meant too.

"I don't know. He could be recruiting more Death Eaters. But he defiantly isn't sitting back doing nothing. That's not something Voldermort would do- Ron, will you stop it already!" Harry and Hermione were defiantly getting tired of Ron twitching every time someone said Voldermort.

After this, the three of them went back to sitting in silence. After a while, Ron and Harry started to play a game of exploding snaps and Hermione watched them. This continued until it was time to head back to the school for supper. The Golden Trio entered the Great Hall together and took their usual seats. A few minutes later, they were joined by Ginny, who took a seat next to Harry and gave him a hello kiss on the cheek.

"Hey guys. Where have you been all day. I was trying to find ya's to see if you guys wanted to have a game of quidditch," she asked just as the food appeared.

"We were down by the lake. I told Ron to tell you, but he said he couldn't find you," Harry told her as he helped himself to some of the roast.

The rest of the meal went by without much talk. After they were done eating, Harry, Ron, and Ginny decided that they would go have a quick game and asked Hermione if she wanted to join them. She had declined saying that she had to go check on the dog. She took the secret passageway to the kitchen and tickled the pear at the entrance. The painting swung open and she walked in.

"Excuse me," she said politely to a nearby house elf. "Can you get me a plate of leftover roast please?" The little elf wasted no time in doing as Hermione asked him, and in less than two minutes, she was making her way back up to her common room.

"Good evening Ali," she greeted.

"'Allo Miss. Granger. How are you t'night"

"Not too bad, thanks. Listen, have you seen Malfoy at all today?"

"Can't say I 'ave miss. I 'aven't seen 'im since he left las' evenin' ta go to a meetin' down at Hagrids" Ali responded pleasantly. Hermione frowned. So Malfoy had started to go to their meeting and then just disappeared?

"Thank you Ali. Kami kaze."

When Hermione stepped into the common room, the first thing she saw was the dog. It was kind of hard not to. He was lying right in front of the entrance and appeared to be asleep. When Hermione took another step however, he lifted his head and looked at her as is to ask, 'Where have you been all day?'

"Hey boy. Are you hungry?" she asked as she walked all the way in, now that he had moved out of her way. She took her shoes off and went into the kitchen. The dog followed her at a distance and stopped at the entrance of just like earlier. She place the plate of the floor. "There you go. I didn't think I'd even bother offering you the cat food again." He walked in, watching her carefully as he did so. Hermione figured that he was abused or something by his previous owner by the way he acted.

While she watched him eat, a thought came to her. "We'll need a name for you, won't we? We can't just go around calling you 'Dog'. Hmmm…let's see," she thought for a few minutes. What would be a good name for this dog? "I don't supposed you'd like Snowball would you?" she asked jokingly and then laughed when he stopped eating to growl at her. "Ok, ok. Not Snowball. Ok, how about…Tanaka?" He looked at her for a few moments as if debating, before putting his head down again to eat. "Ok, I'll take that as a yes then. Alright, your new name is Tanaka." Hermione chirped. She sat down at the table to read her book again until Tanaka was finished eating. When she felt his gaze on her, she figured that he was done so she finished the paragraph that she was reading and put her book down. She stood up and made her way back to the entrance. She put her shoes back on, before turning to see if Tanaka had followed her. Sure enough, he was standing there watching her curiously.

"I think it would be a good idea if I took you outside. You haven't been out all day so you probably need to use the bathroom. You'll have to be good though, and stay beside me when we're in the halls," she told him, yet again wondering why she was talking to a dog. He actually looked taken aback for a moment before he took a few steps towards him. Hermione smiled despite herself. She would be on the good side of this dog before too long, this she was sure of.

i.h- that would be chapter two complete. Lol Poor Hermione, she thinks winning Draco…er…Tanaka will be easy. Lol. I just realized something. When I had this all planned out in my head, it sounded really good and I figured that it would be easy to type because I knew what was going to happen…cries its really hard to put into words. Oh well. At least its easier than That's Life (although I knew the major outline of the plot, just not the details) and Life Goes On (I have absolutely no idea what's gonna happen). Anyway, so there's my ramble for the day. I hope ya's enjoyed. So now, here the review answers!

Jessierox- lol thanks a bunch. I'm glad that you liked it. talk atcha later.

Malfoy-The-White-Wholf- hey. Thanks for the review. I went to check for your story, but I couldn't find it. I'll have to look again. Talk atcha later

Kara Black- Ya, I figured that a husky would be best, because it suits Draco's personality. Thanks for the review. Talk atcha later

.X. Aramis .X.- lol ga day morg. Glad that you liked it. here is chapter 2 that you've been waiting for lol talk atcha later

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i.h- well, it was a better turn out than I thought it was going to be. I guess I'll talk atcha's later

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