A/N: I was going to put chapter 2 off for a while and work on catching some of the other plot bunnies on paper, but found the evil dark maniacal plot bunny who had brought this story on was chasing away all the rest, so I am content to play fetch with Draco while this bunny gets satisfied. Edited this chapter a bit too before I wanted to start on Chapter 3.
Chapter 2: All Dogs Need Chew Toys
Harry was sure that no more humorous sight had ever been seen in Hogwarts as he stood outside the Gryffindor common room with his new found shadow at his feet chewing on his own shoes. In an attempt to keep a straight face, he chose to ignore the boy.
"Pass-" The fat lady yawned and opened her eyes. "My goodness! What sort of beast is that?" she pointed her stubby finger at the boy who was now growling at her.
"That's just Malfoy. Erumpent." He said waiting for her to open up.
"The Draco Malfoy?" She said shocked.
"Of course, what other Malfoy is there? Never mind. He is with me, can we go in now?" Harry crossed his arms across his chest and began tapping his foot. All ready this had turned into more of a hassle than he needed. He just wanted to wake Hermione and Ron.
"Of course, dear." The portrait opened outward to reveal the comfy confines of the Gryffindor common room.
"Um, you can't come up here." Harry said to Malfoy hoping his point got across. He started going up the stairs but was tailed by the boy anyway.
"No!" Harry hissed. Draco only tilted his head to the side. Harry had a sudden idea which he tested. "Malfoy, sit!" But the Draco-dog only blinked.
"Oh great, not only is my worst enemy following me around like a lost puppy, he isn't very bright." He chuckled as another idea came to him. "Oh how Mr. Malfoy would be furious to see Draco roll over for treats."
Just then there was a loud flop as Draco fell over onto his side and rolled onto his back.
"Of course! Draco, sit!" He whispered loudly, and the dog-boy did so with another loud thud. "Good. Draco, stay!" he said unsure that he would listen. But sure enough, Draco sat at the bottom of the stairs while Harry went and roused Ron.
"You're never going to believe this."
Ron blinked and rubbed his eyes. "What is it, mate?"
"Trust me, lets go!" Harry conjured up his Patronus to go into the girls dormitory to wake up Hermione while he drug Ron out of bed.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm not in the mood to chase any more spiders." Ron yawned and laid back down.
"Spiders?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ron! You have to come with me–"
Just then barking echoed up the stairs followed by a scream.
"Is that…" Ron asked suddenly wide awake.
"I will explain in a minute, if Malfoy doesn't kill Hermione that is." And the two tore down the stairs and nearly tripped over the Slytherin crouched at the bottom.
"Draco, no!" Harry said sternly, hoping it would be enough. The barking subsided as he came to Harry and nuzzled his knees.
"I'm sorry, did you say Draco?" Hermione asked pulling her robe tighter around her.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Malfoy has lost his marbles!"
There was motion upstairs as the rest of his house was waking at the commotion from the common room. Harry eyed the stairs warily then turned to his friends who were still in shock over Malfoy's actions.
"Get dressed you two and meet me in the Room of Requirement. We don't need Neville stumbling down here and getting bit by Malfoy." Harry said then turned to Malfoy. "Um, Draco, come!" He made his way back out of the portrait and to the room few knew about.
I need a room that my friends can find where I can stay until Draco Malfoy is cured, Harry thought passing the secret room three times.
Inside the room was a living quarters much like a flat. A small bathroom and kitchen as well as another room that served as bedroom and entertaining area complete with a dog bed suitable for a great dane.
Draco immediately began sniffing around the furniture. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he had sniffed out an emerald ball and brought it to Harry. "Always a Slytherin at heart," Harry sneered tossing the ball aside and watching Malfoy slide across the floor after it.
"Harry, what did you do to him?"
Harry explained what had happened in the secret passage and Hermione was speechless.
"Pure magic! Wandless and without purpose! It took your first thought and made it a reality!"
"Ok, so how do we reverse it then? Draco! Stop chewing on that!" Harry was momentarily distracted as he removed the Slytherins shoes and placed them on a shelf out of reach. Ron raised an eyebrow. "What? I don't want to listen to him vomit all night."
"Good point, mate."
"The only way I can think of is another jolt of pure magic, but I would need to talk this over with Professor McGonagall as she surely would know more about this than I would." She stopped and pondered a moment before turning quickly and making her way out of the room.
Harry and Ron watched her leave as did Draco who had tilted his head again.
"So, does he really think he is a dog?" Ron asked.
"Sure looks that way."
"And he likes you?" Ron raises an eyebrow.
"Certainly looks that way. He attacked Madame Pomfrey and wouldn't stop growling at McGonagall and Dumbledore. You heard him with Hermione even."
"All this makes my head hurt." Ron shook his head. "I'm starving, Harry. Lets go get something to eat."
"I probably shouldn't leave him alone, Ron. He could get into a lot of mischief. I remember when Dudley got a dog a few–"
Ron looked at him pointedly. "He seems to listen to you Harry. Just tell him to sit tight and lets go."
Harry thought on it, but Ron was already leaving. "Draco, stay," he commanded and the Draco-dog put his chin on his hands. "Good enough. Ron wait up." He took off after Ron, pulling the door closed behind him, as Draco began to whimper. It's only for breakfast, Harry thought to himself.
Sitting at the table across from Ron, Harry was eating his way through a large stack of pancakes while discussing Quidditch with some of the other Gryffindor students.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione shrieked upon seeing him. "You march back up there right this minute!"
Just then everyone in the Great Hall went silent.
"Is that Draco?" One of the Slytherins gasped as he prowled in on all fours.
As everyone turned to look at him, Draco crouched lower and lower until he was almost crawling. Letting lose a small whimper he hurried over to Harry and started licking his hand.
"Looks like Harry got himself a Slytherin for a pet!" Seamus called out while all the students at the Slytherin stood with their mouths gaping open.
"I didn't know we could make pets of the Slytherins. I want one!" Another Gryffindor cried out.
"Draco Malfoy, dog of dogs and lowest of the low! Tongue hanging out, tail swinging to and fro."
"Knock it off!" Harry was getting pretty upset now. He had always wanted to get back at Malfoy for all that he had put up with from him, but total humiliation was not what he had had in mind. "Draco, come." He said softly.
"And even faithful to his master. Look how well he heals." Seamus laughter was broken off as he came face to face with Harry's wand.
"I said to stop it. Or do you want to become just like him." Draco growled menacingly from behind Harry, but silenced as Harry walked away with Draco one step behind him all the way up to the Room of Requirement.
"A doggy door?" Harry was surprised the room had accommodated the mindless wonders escape. "There I go sounding like everyone else."
He looked down at other student sitting on the floor next to him with his tongue lolled out of his mouth while he panted slightly.
"What do you say, Draco? A truce until we get you back to your normal cantankerous self full of insults of Mudbloods and Gryffindor scum?"
Draco barked and jumped up on him knocking Harry to the floor where he licked his face repeatedly. "Let's not get mushy now! That is disgusting!"
Harry took off his shoes and climbed into bed, realizing that he had not slept at all the previous night. Soon he was drifting off to sleep.
It was late in the afternoon when he awoke again. Leaning over the edge of his bed, he groggily felt around for his shoes. Finding one he pulled it on, and his foot went all the way through it. "MALFOY!" he hollered whipping he feet onto the floor, which was wet.
"He did not pee on the floor. There is no way that he… he did… fantastic." Harry grumbled to himself. He thought about needing that mess cleaned up and a new pair of shoes and it was done. Grabbing the shoes before Malfoy could get a hold of them he began pacing the room.
Harry resigned himself to a boring game of fetch, while he hoped that his professors were having some luck with finding a way to cure the Slytherin. "I almost feel sorry for the poor git. He is going to have one hell of a stomach ache."
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A/N: I will be working to finish this story up pretty soon as other plot bunnies have begin to invade and are slowly pushing this one out, though I do want to get this one done.
Cad2u: Thank you for your review and your peaked interest. Draco is all dog brain in there for the time being, but who's to say what he will remember when this is all over?
bluedreamcatcher: I am glad that you enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope not to disappoint you in the end.