“Harry James Potter! You failed your test again,” Professor Trelawney slammed against the table, his test paper underneath her hand. She understood how hard Divination was, especially those who weren’t gifted at it, but this was too much. Starting from his very first year, Harry Potter had been slacking off in class. He couldn’t even be bothered to try and follow along with the lesson, only staring into space. Daydreaming she assumed. And this wasn’t the first time he had received these grades, he had been flunking out of her class so many times that she had lost count. Harry quickly grabbed the paper before sheepishly apologizing, “I’m sorry, Professor. It’s just that Divination isn’t clicking for me. So why don’t you do us a favour and let me opt out of this class?” Opt out? Her class? Heavens no! She never let a student drop out of her class, no matter the circumstances. Even if Harry was one of the gifted students, she isn’t going to let him have special treatment! “I’ll do you one better, Potter. Since you’re struggling so much for divination, let’s have remedial lessons at the end of every day, “ A smile unfolded from her wrinkly face. “Whatever you say, Professor.” The professor ended her class promptly after, leaving Harry to grouch towards his friends, “Arghhh, after school lessons with her? Really?” “Hey, it's not going to be so bad,” Hermoine tried to comfort him, “Just play along like how you usually do and I think that’s enough, no?” “Yeah right. A one on one class with her? She would just constantly nag at me. Ughh…” Hearing this commotion from afar, Draco Malfoy slowly began to weave up a plan. He never liked that heroic guy in the first place, always trying to curry up favors. Plus, he still talked to that mugger girl with inferior blood as his equal. Disgusting. As they continued walking to their next class, Draco flicked his tongue to the side. His father had always told him to strive for domination. Domination at all costs. That’s how they got to their status, their nobility and their talents given. But here Harry stood against all those principles. And so he had always seen him as a thorn to eliminate. Something to get rid of. He had been trying to find any weaknesses that he might have for the past few months now. But everything proved ineffective. Except for this class. How would he humiliate him further? Laugh at him? Harry already shrugged him off, showing no reaction or feelings towards them. Trip him up? He already had so many people backing him up, the backlash would be insane. He scratched his head. What should his plan be? Hmm… Professor Trelawney did have a grudge on this problem student. Draco pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind. Eager to put them in motion soon after. Harry, on the other hand, was scrambling to find ways to escape her class. It wasn’t his fault that her lessons were a bore. He didn’t have the gift of divination so just let him be free already… For the rest of the day, he searched around the library, asking around people and even tried to ask Dumbledore for help - all to boost up his affinity for this art. Yet, it was fruitless in the very end. Opening a dark book in the library, Draco turned and noted this desperation from Harry. He was practically begging every single person for help like a lost child in a mall. Pathetic. This was the boy who fought against Voldemort? He rubbed against the faded pages of the book, a book filled with summoning rituals from Hell itself as he searched for a suitable companion by his side. There’s power in numbers of course and he was particularly interested in getting a hell hound of his own. Flipping past the pages, he noted how there were possible configurations for them like fusing these hounds with humans for a hybrid. One of them stood out to him. Faded ink but her figure lured him in with her busty tits and ass. Oh god, imagine how nice it would be to grope against them. Or how his fingers could slide along her tail and tease her. Unfortunately, the summoning ritual was a trap. More so it was a transformation ritual: changing the user into this form. He closed the book in frustration. God, this book was a waste of time, why would anyone even do this? Changing into these hellspawn? Just as he was about to put it back, he stopped himself. Wait. He could use this. Knowing that fool, he would probably fall for this shit. Draco flipped through the pages once again, finding how to add a little spice to these changes. There, he ripped out the page and jotted down a few additional clauses. Excitement stirred through his body. What better way for him to get a hot hell hound mistress and eliminate one of his biggest foes? Walking up to Harry, he scoffed at him, “Still trying to find some cure for that lesson?” “Zip it, Draco. I don’t need your insults now.” “Heh, at least you know your place,” He walked past, dropping that piece of paper onto the floor. Peeking as he walked away, Harry immediately picked it up, reading up on the ritual itself. ‘Divination Improvement’ Draco had written. Rushing down the corridor, Harry immediately found a private room for himself. A couple hours till remedial lessons, Harry had to get this ritual down. Sure, it was the first time that he had heard of using hell hounds to increase aptitude for divination but he was desperate. Anything to get out of her stupid class. Drawing the arcanic symbols on the ground, a tinge of excitement rushed down his spine. Probably due to how novel this idea was; needing to use their animal companions to enhance wizard’s powers. And this came from Draco of all people? What an idiot to lose this! He peeked outside of the room. The coast was clear. He heaved a sigh of relief. Who knew what would happen if that professor caught him… Probably hours of his life wasted on her useless lectures. Closing the wooden door, he braced himself for the spell; unaware of Draco lurking behind one of the walls. Harry gulped. This was finally it. His escape out of those dreadful lessons. Finally, he could stop thinking about Divination as something to worry about. Once the circle had been etched onto the ground, he started to chant out the spell, “Fac te donum benedictione canis qui ex inferno natus est et voluntatibus mulierum.” The once grey circle glowed red while a subtle warmth enveloped the room. He flipped to the back of the page, continuing to chant out the spell for ‘maximum efficiency’. Seriously? Draco should have kept this safer instead of passing him this technique out of accident. Oh well, he would just return this spell right after using it anyways. “Impulsu libidinoso incitata, domina fiam uni et soli domino meo. Crescent et expanduntur bona mea, ut dominus me sibi vindicet. Nam mammae et clunes meae eius sunt ad ludendum, ita ut magnae et abundantes crescant ad desideria eius,” Harry raised an eyebrow while chanting it. This didn’t seem like what a usual spell would sound like. But who was he to judge? Beggars couldn’t be choosers after all. The circle glowed redder still as the room continued to warm up. Sweat dripped from the young man’s hair. Was this place always this hot? He fanned himself, removing the scarf that covered his neck. In Hogwarts, the weather was always a dreadful cold but this room seemingly became a sauna that only steadily rose in temperature. Unknown to Harry, the spell took its effect. Small but critical changes started to move. From the hair around his arm and legs, they started to merge within his skin, creating a smoother yet brighter complexation. Harry glanced around the room. It was one of the older classrooms that had been long unused for a while. With the basic tables and chalkboard, it was quite ordinary, a bland and plain room. Yet for some reason, it appeared to be growing for the young man. “What in the blazes is happening to me?” He clutched against his head, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. This was supposed to improve his aptitude for divination, however other than this place becoming a furnace, it seemingly had fizzled out of its use. Harry walked over to one of the cupboards, rummaging it through to find a simple crystal ball for himself. After finding a small crystal ball, he felt some relief. At least there was something for him to test it with. He wrapped his hands around the ball, hoping to feel sparks coming from one of them. Usually from how it would go, he would feel absolutely nothing, making him feel like it's a waste of time. This time however, he felt a tingle. Excited, he sat back down on the circle. He felt tingles around his body. Like shocks passing through them. A grin emerged as he asked, “What will tomorrow’s lunch be?” The last word now raised in pitch - by a couple notes. The crystal ball was still empty for the young wizard. Maybe, it needed some time before it could visualise his future? Tingles still rushed through his body. This time, he was finally going to conquer this stupid Divination. Meanwhile, the urge to strip naked continued to grow on him, especially with how hot the place was. His hair started to grow, inch by inch, it began to stretch downwards till it reached his shoulders. Harry shook his head. Longer hair? That’s strange… supposedly a hound was fusing with him, enhancing his divination. But he wouldn’t think longer hair would be one of the side effects. Harry asked his question again. This time, panting out a little from the heat. Seriously, where did this dog come from and why was it so bloody hot? Yet despite all the strange sensations in his body, the crystal ball continued to remain blank. Empty for the frustrated man. “Gah! The hell is wrong with this ball!” He stood up and reread the page once again. Did he misread the word? Did he mess up the symbol? He double checked against the circle, noticing how the circle was much closer to him than before. Strange..? He wasn’t one to complain but he could’ve sworn he was taller. As the warmth kept piling, his masculinity wanted out to play. Especially with how warm it was, it somehow turned him on. Harry blushed. Why was he feeling horny now? In some stupid classroom of sorts… Thoughts of Hermoine flashed before his eyes. Nude Hermoine who beckoned in front of him, asking him to show his cock out. “No… The hell is wrong with me now?” He turned around, trying to push these lustful thoughts behind, "Hermione would kill me if she saw me like this… Wait…” He rubbed against his throat, noting how much higher his words were. Where was his Adam’s Apple? Why did he sound like a girl now? Oh Harry, you’re so silly. It’s because you’re a girl now! He brushed aside his longer silkier hair. That was Hermoine’s voice echoing with a sinister undertone. He raised his voice, shouting, “Reveal yourself! Stop this nonsense at once!” Harry, you casted the spell you know. You said so yourself, you wanted to become a bitch. A bitch that’s always horny for her master’s love. His eyes widened. No. That couldn’t be right. This was for Divination improvement. This wasn’t… His jawline smoothed out as his face rounded together. The changes now finally made more sense but why did Draco have this spell? He definitely wasn’t going to cast this spell on himself… unless this was all a set up by him. Harry slammed against the floor. Fuck! He had been tricked by Draco! The voice still provoked him in his head. So Harry, just have fun in this process, alright? I promise you, it’ll be easier that way. “Zip it!” His voice now sounded exactly like a woman, “Change me back right now!” Sorry, it's a one way spell. Unless… Its voice deepened causing Harry’s goosebumps to emerge. Deep down Harry could tell. This wasn’t some wizard or witch. This was some eldritch being that he couldn’t fathom trying to fight against. Look at you shivering. At least you know your place. Its voice reverted back to Hermoine, although the nude Hermonine that he had envisioned shifted slightly - more masculine than what he liked. He bit against his lip before feeling shocks of pleasure down his chest. Muscles relocating themselves as his swollen nipples rubbed against his shirt. His chest was now noticeably narrower while he could feel his waist tightened up. Fucking Draco Malfoy, he had a deathwish for making him cast this spell. Why don’t you strip, Harry? It’ll be easier for you, especially with those new tits of yours. “I’m a man, damn it!” Even if he couldn’t fight against this being, he could at least counteract with him. Swiftly, he grabbed his wand and tried to cast spells. Only for his spells to fizzle out, “Wait… what?” Your spells are useless here, Potter. Now why don’t you strip your boxers for that rod to show itself. Sweat continued to stream down his cheeks. Despite how much he hated the voice, it had a point. Just the sheer contact of his skin was enough to make him hard, especially with how soft his body was. Don’t even get him started on his nipples that chafed against the fabric of his shirt. His baggier robe slid to the left of his body, exposing his smaller and vulnerable shoulders. Instinctually, he wanted to cover his softer whiter skin, feeling embarrassed at how naked he was. It didn't help that he was so horny and hot inside. He could feel the pressure building up inside his rod, urging to get out. Wait… maybe some of the professors would know how to reverse this. He rushed to the door with his tender smaller legs. Harry lost his centre of balance causing him to trip and fall onto the ground. A slight bruise formed on his knee as he got back up and reached for the door knob. His daintier fingers mustered all of his strength and twisted against the door knob. He needed to escape right now. Yet, the knob wouldn’t budge, locked completely solid from the outside. Oh, Harry. What do you think you’re doing? Harry’s jeans began to drop looser, barely holding together around his smaller tighter waist, “Help! Someone please!” He banged against the door, his voice now had a little growl into it. Fuck, all of these sensations were drowning out his thoughts. From how his clothes rubbed against his skin to how his nipples were protruding out of the seams of his robe, he desperately wanted relief. Just strip, Harry. You’re alone here. Nobody’s going to see your beautiful body. Well except for me of course. His ears perked. Beautiful? Him? Why was it giving him such a warm fuzzy feeling inside like he had always wanted this? Oh? Did this bitch like what I said? You want to be beautiful and sexy for your master, don’t you? With your bountiful breasts and plump ass for him to fondle, don’t you want that? Like a tug of war, his thoughts were divided into two. His original masculine thoughts that were fighting against his provocation and his newer pheromones driven urges. Master would like that, wouldn’t he? Master would want his breasts to be bigger and thicker and he would definitely want to finger his new cunt, wouldn’t he? Harry clutched against his head. No! What was this entity even talking about? Why would he want to serve this master? He wasn’t some stupid bitch! He was Harry Potter, the wizard who fought against Voldemort! But his body had different ideas. His hands gently took off his clothes and stripped him naked. Since he was so hot after all, he couldn’t be having a heatstroke right? His face blushed even redder as he stared down the crystal ball, noticing his reflection inside it. He could barely recognise himself. At this point, he had already lost inches in height, being almost shorter than even Hermione herself. His broad shoulders now appeared to be half of its initial width while his hips had broadened out and expanded his flat ass into a pair of nice curves. No longer flat, his chest was now carrying small humps that reminded him of his upcoming womanhood. God, he truly wished this was all just a nightmare. Yet all of these sensations served to prove otherwise. Brushing away his silky hair, the only remnant of his masculinity was his boner that held strong through this entire experience. It was begging him to please himself to masturbate and release all of this pressure. Well, what are you waiting for? Just touch yourself already, you fucking slut. No. He had an ominous feeling about it. If he had actually gone through with it, it felt as though he would lose himself in the process. Looking around the stuffy room, he tried to find some way to escape. To be free from this torment. The entity on the other hand had other plans. A cold hand suddenly cupped around his new breasts, causing Harry to immediately moan and go down on his knees, “The hell was that for?” Don’t you know that breast massages simulate growth? Harry’s eyes widened as he watched his swollen nipples and breasts grow even larger - up by even one cup size, “Eeek! Stop that! I don’t need them any bigger!” What about your master though? He wouldn’t like this. He definitely wouldn’t want to see that disgusting cock of yours so why don’t you just cum it away? Disgusting cock? This was hers-his! He wasn’t going to touch himself in this shitty place! He would need… need some place private and warm and somewhere where his beloved partner could see him and… and… Flashes of Draco Malfoy appeared that looked almost too dreamy for him. His tall height and his snarky attitude dominate over her-him. He shook his head. Why was he imagining Draco now? He was supposed to get out of here and leave this damn place! Not… trying to think of ways to serve her master. Knowing her master, he definitely wouldn’t like her cock, right? She should do something about it… Harry grabbed against his cock with his right hand while his left fondled against his breasts. Her master would want them bigger right? There, euphoria rushed through her veins. On one hand, he kept stroking his cock in rapid succession, unaware that his cock was shrinking by each second. The other hand expanded his breasts, making them bigger and bouncier. His nipples now, swollen and sensitive, were asking to explode in sensations just from the sheer touch. Hidden underneath, the nails of both of his hands were getting sharper, growing into his new claws. His hair greyed out as his eyes sharpened and glowed red. Eyelashes now grew out into twice his usual length, causing his eyes to flutter out. An itchy feeling came over him, right behind his neck. As he stopped his little stroking session, he tried to scratch behind him, only for the feeling to spread behind his neck, “Arghh, what the hell is this? Why is it so damn itchy?” That would be your fur. Your grey fur running down your back. Fur? Immediately, Harry stopped to look into the crystal ball. Turning into a girl was one thing but having fur behind his back? That was too much. He didn’t want to be some animal that only seeked for… for her Master’s approval. He continued scratching himself, unable to control this itchiness that plagued his back. No, he needed to stop thinking of her Master. She didn’t need him. She didn’t want him. At around this point, his cock was no longer than his pinkie while his breasts were obstructing his view down at his body. They weighed down on his back; a small price to pay for his sexiness. No! No! No! He was not some horny slut, he was Harry Potter! Why were his thoughts so hard to think now? Why was his damn body feeling like it was some sauna, like he wanted to just… His hands acted faster than his mind, grabbing onto his rod and continued to stroke it. Cum spilt out as he tumbled onto the floor, howling. Her fur continued to cover his body, conquering her body. The warmth continued to surge from within as her breasts surged larger out. Harry panted, noticing how much longer her tongue was now. Just a little more to her climax… She fingered around her own cock, desperately trying to have that final stroke to cum it all out. Right underneath her masculinity, her own womanhood was blossoming, completely wet. To her, they were both the same feeling, covering one another in terms of sheer pleasure. Using her fingers, she pushed her cock inwards, before orgasming as the last remaining droplets of cum dripped out. In that surge of pleasure, her nutsack merged through her body, accelerating the rest of the changes.Immediately after her orgasm, she panted on the floor, trying to recall why she was so stressed before. Her fingers continued playing with her tits as her thoughts came rushing back. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! She was a human guy for crying out loud, not whatever she was now. A next set of changes came through, causing her to wince in a little pain as her hips widened out once again. Her ass fattened up nicely, jiggling and bouncing around with even the slightest movements. Embarrassment was practically written on her face as she tried to look away. If only that ass was on Hermoine instead of herself… She quickly covered her mouth, feeling a sharp jolt of pain from within. No… No… She was already some freak of nature, she didn’t need to fully become a hound! Well, you did want to become a bitch… Count your lucky stars that you’re still human enough to talk. “Arf?” She unconsciously let out as she felt her jaws tensing up. Growing out of her lips, it stretched outwards, creating a foreign feeling in her new mouth. As her hands rubbed against her muzzle, feeling weird about it all, paw pads popped up from them to give it more texture. Immediately, the first thought that came to mind was how Draco would think of her. Was she too dog-like for her Master? Would he leave her..? A pair of wolf ears popped at the tip of her head, completely furry and movable. She rubbed against those before letting out a moan. More sensitive than she could ever have expected, like she was rubbing one of her nipples. Just a bit more before you’re done. Harry winced a little. Her bones in her feet stretched out by a couple inches; the front popping up smaller paw pads as her toe nails sharpened while the back popped one larger one. She tried to balance herself but her feet now leaned so far forward that she tripped onto the ground again. Right immediately after, she could feel pressure building up in her tailbone. She shook her head before begging, “Please… surely you can stop this change now.” At least in her current form, she could disguise herself as sick. But with a tail? That would be borderline impossible. No can do. You wanted the full package so here you have it. Her tailbone ripped though her fur, causing her to shout a little in pain. What was a bone swiftly was enveloped by fur before emerging as her tail. It felt like an extra limb at the back of her body, wagging in response to her current emotion. Alright then, my job here is done. Have fun, bitch! Harry glanced back at herself. Her tears began to drop. No traces of the man who entered this room. Only leaving this hybrid of both human and wolf together. She was hot no doubt about that, but she didn’t fucking ask for these massive tits and ass. And why must she be some wolf thing, why couldn’t she just be a girl and end her humiliation..? To add salt into the wound, her mind was constantly buzzing about her Master and how eager she was to meet him… She pinched against her cheeks. No! Stop thinking all of these thoughts. She wasn’t going to fawn over Draco Malfoy of all people; she would rather be dead than to start lusting over his handsome face or his long juicy sausage for her to suck… God damnit! It was like her mind was against her, so desperately horny over her Master. Henry stood up on her two new paws. It felt weird to stand on only the front part as she stretched out her hands to balance herself. Felt as though she was about to trip if she leaned against the wrong manner. Despite that, her new legs were packed with energy, ready to burst in any direction. Her tail wagged a little, any silver linings here were amazing. Within a blink, she reached over to the door, planning on escaping out of Hogwarts. How would she explain herself in there? That she was experimenting with her divination and that the boy who faced Voldemort was now an actual bitch? Worse than that, she definitely didn’t want to see Draco. Her mind was already flooding with pictures of his handsome face… she might lose all control over the sight of him. Twisting the knob, the door clicked open. As the breeze of air brushed against her fur, she sniffed the region, trying to detect anyone around. Her face blushed red. What would her friends say about her when they see her sniffing around like a dog? Her tail began to wag even faster while she sniffed on a musky refined scent. Smelt of perfume and sweat from a pampered master of his house. She let her tongue out, slowly walking towards the corridor, completely nude, “Master?” She tilted her head to the right, with her eyes glued forward. Draco now revealed himself from behind the walls, “Gahahaha! The boy wonder himself, actually turned into a bitch! My bitch no less!” “Draco! You!” Pouncing onto him, her eyes brimmed with fury, “How dare you trick me! You fucking bastard!” “Aww, is my little girl sad that I left her?” His smooth hands slid underneath her chin, rubbing and scratching it. The first instinct was to lay down on the ground, begging for bellyrubs from her very Master. However, she shoved it down her mind, completely engulfed in fury. Releasing him from her grip, she glanced at the layout of the courtyard. She had to run. Run away from this place before her professors would capture her, “Nevermind. I’ll settle with you another time. Mark my words." “Oh how scary,” He mocked her before immediately chanting out a spell, holding a little metallic collar within his pockets. There after smelling a crowd of vintage potions that stung her new nose, she fled between the trees and into the wilderness. Her instincts propelled her forward with the occasional primal urges of serving her Master. It was liberating especially with how fast she was. High on adrenaline, she covered miles under ten minutes, fleeing to the local village. Unfortunately for her, Draco had finished casting his spell. A family secret that only the Malfoy family knew: Memory Chain. Essentially, he could rewrite all of the memories about anyone or anything with the only requirements being that the target has to be chained to him. And what better way to show his dominance than to collar her up? Yes, his father had told him to only use it for emergencies and to prevent people from learning their secrets. But if bagging his new fleeing mistress wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t know what was. With a final whisper, the collar chased after her trail. Her trail with her steps imprinted in the mud. Harry’s ears twitched, sensing something was moving at her at such incredible speeds. Her nose immediately recognised the scent of Draco, causing her pussy to drip wet. Wait, what? She wasn’t going to be captured by that man! She continued to run down the hills, seeing dim lights on the various houses. Just a bit more and she was fre- The collar clamped around her neck with the words ‘Loona’ imprinted at the front. She growled, grabbing onto this collar and trying to use her claws to tear it apart. It wouldn’t budge a single inch, tightening around her neck till it was a perfect fit. Then, a cyan blue aura glowed around her body, freaking her out even further. What the hell was this collar doing to her? Within a blink of an eye, she found herself on her knees in front of Draco Malfoy. Her tail froze, watching her professors stare down at her. Covering her breasts and cunt, she was interrupted by Professor Trelawney, “Draco Malfoy, next time could you please dress up Loona? I understand that she’s not human but with how humanoid she appears and those assets, she might cause students to be distracted.” Loona? Professor Trelawney wasn’t looking for her? Why were they all so fine about her like she was just some animal companion of Draco? “I apologize, Professor,” He bowed while he glanced at Harry with a wide grin stapled on his face, “But don’t you have remedial class with a certain Harry Potter?” “Harry Potter? Who is that?” “The boy who fought Voldemort, of course.” The professors laughed. Snape responded, “Nobody fought Voldemort and lived to tell the tale! Don’t be ridiculous! Regardless Draco please dress her up else there will be consequences.” “Yes Professor,” As they continued walking back to their cabins, Harry kept shaking her head. No. No. No. How did her own professor forget about her existence? What sorcery did her beloved Mast-Draco pull out of his ass? And why could she remember herself with him in some garden? “So Loona, where did you run off to?” “Stop this at once, Draco! You know fully who I am, change me back now!” “Ah Harry. Seems like it takes a while before you assimilate to your true self.” She raised her eyebrow, “True self?” “Why yes, as my little pet, Loona. I’m certain that even now you’re craving for me deep inside. Don’t worry girl, I won’t leave you anytime soon.” “Get away from me you freak,” That last word, louder than the rest, echoed in her head. Freak? Did she really call her Master a freak? She was saved by him and this was how she was treating him? She covered my muzzle, feeling tears brimming up. No, no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was Harry Potter, a wizard! A little tug at her collar was all she needed to stand up by his side. She could’ve sworn she was taller than him; now he overtowered her by a full inch. Speaking of inches, her master probably had such a long-Stop! She just needed to snap out of it… Draco recognised that look of hers, embarrassed yet grossly curious, “If you’re that curious, why don’t we have a little tes-” He pulled her collar, walking both of them back to his dorm. “Shut it. The moment I get out of your stupid collar, I’ll make sure to… to…” “To what, huh?” “Gahhh,” She cursed at her own body. She couldn’t even threaten him like it was naturally inbuilt into her body. Other students stared at her breasts as she kept walking. She covered them up, but for some reason enjoyed their eyes on her. Maybe Draco could look at her more ofte-She bit against her lips, trying to snap out of reason. Once they were back in his dorm, it was shining with so many jewels that Harry couldn’t fathom having in her life. She knew he was rich but not to this extent. In the centre laid his king-size bed with a couple of pillows, “Wait, where am I supposed to be sleeping?” “With me of course. Like we always do.” Images of her snuggling into his bare chest flashed for split moments as a warm fuzzy feeling emerged. She shook her head. Great, now even her memories were being altered. Glancing back, Draco had already gone to shower, causing her to lie flat on the bed naked. Her hand covered her eyes, her memories ran through her mind. Failing her Divination class, turning into a bitch, fleeing from the school before being captured back to him… Fucking hell, all she wanted was to pass that damn class and now she was in Draco’s room with foreign memories that she swore weren’t hers. Without realizing, she drifted off to slumber. She found herself in a forest as a little pup, crying for help. All alone there, a sudden pang of sadness and worry swept through her body. Within the thickness of woods, she kept on running from something or someone (Jane Potter? Was that her name?) and her paws were getting tired. Her movements clunky while her voice was weak and soft. Harry tried to snap herself out of this. This didn’t exist, did it? She was a human, not some lonely hound, getting chased down by someone. But her steps were getting heavier, her lungs now filled with fear. She continued howling for help yet no one seemed to respond. Except for a younger version of Draco Malfoy. He appeared from one of the bushes, still sneering at her presence, just slightly taller than her, “Where do you think you’re going, mutt?” “H…help me…” He scratched against his blonde hair, “Mum and Dad will kill me if I bring you in,” Harry shivered as she leaned closer to him, “Ahhh but you’re so cute… Blaze it, I’m going to sneak you in instead.” Her eyes lit up, “Really?” “How could I ever say no to that cute face?” He leaned closer to her before attaching a collar from within his pockets, “I’m going to call you, Loona and you’re going to be mine forever, alright?” While the head nodded, Harry was trying to process this. Was this how they first met? And why was she called Loona? Wasn’t she Harry? Didn’t they fight when they first met? All of these questions swirled her mind before it started to hurt her. She didn’t want to think about it, causing her to wake up in tears with her muzzle deep into his chest. His hands behind her head while he covered her. Her immediate response was to kick him away but why? She wasn’t sure. Her tail wiggled from out of the blanket. This felt nice. She felt cared for instead of that nightmare of a chase. Did it matter who she was? She just wanted to be by her Master’s side, serving her in any manner possible. “Oh Loona, you woke up already?” Draco said, rubbing his eyes. His naked appearance, now more dreamy, was sparkling to the hound. His scent reminded her of the times they spent in each other’s embrace and all the fun they had. Her face blushed bright red before snapping back to reality. She wasn’t Loona, right? A wizard student who was trying to do errr…Gah, it didn’t matter, she knew she wasn’t some stupid bitch trying to sleep with Draco Malfoy even if her memories were telling her otherwise. “Back off, Dra-Master!” She stuttered, before covering her body up. “Aww poor little Harry struggling to remember her past?” He taunted her, getting out of bed to change. Harry? That name was familiar but she couldn’t put her paw on it. Like it was at the tip of her tongue, “Doesn’t matter! I…I don’t think I’m supposed to be here?” She scratched her head, trying desperately to recall the name ‘Harry’. Since he was calling her that, she was this person? Huh? But… Brushing against her cheeks, Draco smirked, “Oh Loona, don’t try to worry too much, alright? We have a lesson to attend, you know?” Right, there were lessons. Maybe someone else could tell her about this ‘Harry’ and find out who she really was. Her eyes glanced towards the ground, spotting his penis wide and open. Dirty thoughts populated her mind as a sudden desire was drawing to her. Instinctually, she went over to the cupboards and grabbed her clothes. A black skimpy crop top and shorts, revealing her belly and arms. Her face flushed red. Was she supposed to be wearing these few clothes? But she had her fur so maybe it was fine…plus, her Master loved seeing her in this way… With a heavy sigh, she wore the clothes, embarrassed at her entire appearance. Draco called out to her, now outside his door, “Let’s go, Loona.” “Could you stop calling me that?” He tilted his head, “But your name is Loona, Loona.” “I know it's not! Just…just wait until I fix everything back.” “Uhuh, like that’s going to happen,” He laughed, “But if you keep this up, I might have to punish you, you know?” She fell silent but her tail wagged like a metronome. Her body remembers all of the scenes, lustful in bed as her Master used her for his sexual pleasures. No! She wasn’t going to be used! She was…Harry? While she followed him to the lesson, everyone didn’t bat an eye at her, still going about their day normally. She tried to talk to the other classmates about ‘Harry’ but all of them gave a weird glance, claiming that he never existed. So…why did Draco call her that? Gah, even thinking about it was hurting her brain. Finally once they were in the lecture hall, he winked at her, “Alright Loona, here’s your little punishment,” She immediately caught the scent of his boner. Overwhelming her mind, the mystery slowly eroded away. Did it matter if she was Harry? She was Loona now and she wanted to serve her Master. She let out her tongue, looking at her Master with a pair of doggy eyes, “Give it a sec Loona, let Professor Snape start his lesson, alright?” She whimpered. No fair. She wanted it now. Loona blinked. Some nagging thoughts, like bugs flying around her head, were calling for attention. Claiming that if she stopped finding out, she would become Loona forever and become Draco’s bitch. But she already was Draco’s Mistress, why did this even matter? “Alright class,” A deep voice echoed through the lecture hall as a pale man stepped forward, “Let’s flip to page 55 of Advanced Potion Making textbook as we can see here,” He started writing on the chalk board where Draco yawned. He petted her head, “Go ahead, give it a good suck.” Loona eyes’ lit up. She started to pant, recalling all the times her Master wanted a blow job in class. Such a naughty student her Master was. Gingerly, she unzipped his pants, slowly revealing his flaccid cock. She could feel her own pussy becoming soaked just from the scent. She wanted him so badly inside her, being turned on by his rod. With her paws, she stroked against it. Draco could feel her fur pressing against his shaft, the mere contact was enough to make his face go red. Sure, it would get messy with her fur all over his cock but that was part of her charm. Her adorable sexy charm. He jotted down on his notes, still trying to uphold the image of a good student. She now increased the pace, continuing to stroke faster and faster until his cock started erecting. Giggling, she admired how it doubled in length, appearing as a sausage for the bitch. Her own sausage to enjoy. Now, she gently wrapped her tongue around it, slowly leaning forward into him. “Ah~” He suddenly groaned out loud, causing Snape to call out his name, “Draco Malfoy, did you want to answer that question?” “Sorry Professor, I accidentally hit myself.” “Be more careful next time,” The professor warned, “Does anyone want to answer this question then?” He called out, with his eyes back at the black board. Draco glanced at his slut who was now coiling his boner like a snake. Her paws still rubbed against his nut sack as she balanced herself to be closer. God, he didn’t think it was this sensitive. Felt like the sensations were overwhelming his mind, blanking his mind out. It was the same for her as well, drowning out all these pesky thoughts of her being some sort of wizard. With a gentle motion, her tongue slowly pushed his boner further into climax. It stuck deeper inside her mouth, almost reaching to the back of her throat. And inside that moist mouth of hers, her Master covered her mouth, lest his classmates find out their little deed. Didn’t take long for the young wizard to reach his climax. He clenched his fists, now realizing how excellent this action was. Cum erupted as the hound swallowed every drip of his cum. He muffled his groans using his shirt. Shocks of pleasure rushed down his veins, like he had went to cloud nine and returned. “Class dismissed!” He let out a sigh, gesturing for her to get up. As swarms of students exited the lecture hall, Loona gripped against his hand, her face blushing, “Master… could we have sex please?” Just before he could answer, other students tried to talk to Draco, only for her to growl at them. He chuckled, petting her hair, asking her to calm down. At last, she was his bitch, both in mind and body. Whispering into her ear, he answered, “Why of course. Let’s do it now, shall we?” Her tail wagged faster than ever as both of them returned back to his dorm. He stripped himself naked, licking against his lips. While she laid on his bed, taking off her pants and opening up her legs to reveal her wet cunt. His cock was becoming erect once more, gearing up for round two. Loona glanced away. Her heart thumped against her chest. This felt so natural and right like this was how she was always meant to be; a bitch to her loving Master. Memories were flooding back to her about the times they spent together. If she could be by her Master’s side, she didn’t need anything else. Brushing against her hair, Draco asked, just one more time for assurance, “So what’s your name?” “Loona duh. Just fuck me already, Master!” She cried out, feeling her body squirm with how horny she was. She let her tongue out, still savouring the taste of his cum. Draco groped against her breasts, “Love you, bitch.” Moans escaped her mouth. His larger hands now on her breasts, groping and fondling against them. An electric sensation that she adored with how rough he was. Was it just her or was he looking more dashing than usual? His other hand slipped to the back, grabbing against her fat ass that jiggled against his hands. The soft and fluffy fur was surprisingly more sexy to Draco, especially with how her tail was expressing all of her emotions. His cute little bitch for him to play with. Instead of taking off her crop top, she let it stay there. Her Master liked how skimpy she appeared with it and so she flipped to the back, raising her hips up for him. She shook it up and down, inviting her Master to give her wet pussy a lick. He had other plans, feeling the surge of energy within his rod. Fully erect now, he found it hard to resist the urges. All of his cells were screaming at him to take her. To claim her as his Mistress for life. He hesitated a little, still wanting to play with her just a little further. After all, what was the point of her sexy body if he didn’t have enough fun? From behind he hugged against her waist, his scent now flooding her nostrils. A comfortable familiar smell that only she could recognise. As his fingers crept up to her breasts again, she shyly asked, “Mas-Master…?” “Hush Loona, let me play with your nipples first,” Gently, his fingers gave them a little squeeze, causing her to howl. More. She wanted more of his attention, more of his love, more of his needs fulfilled. For the young wizard, he certainly obliged. His other hands now went towards her wet pussy and rubbed against her feminine folds, just a simple warm up. For the hound, she couldn’t even think properly with how euphoric everything was. Her tail had stopped wagging a while back; a lesson she learnt a while back as they had their steamy nightly ritual. She begun panting out as she begged, “Pl…please… fuck me…” Without hesitation, Draco thrusted his waist into her vagina. The mere contact was enough for both of them to let out moans, their minds being spurred on by primal instincts. As she went on all fours, her Master took a moment to rest. The tightness of her cunt that firmly held his boner in there was divine. Once he pulled it out, he repeated the thrusting faster and harder into her. Each thrust inched closer to his climax while Loona moaned so many times, her voice was softer, her eyes now dazed. Pressure built up within his shaft. Like a geyser, he was so close to letting it all erupt. Erupt into her pussy. He could feel the energy fading out from his body. Just another thrust, that was all he needed. Mustering all of his remaining strength, he pushed through once more, shoving deeper and harder inside her cunt. Loona was speechless at how hard he was, hitting her golden spot for maximum pleasure. The heat that was ignited within her cunt had now been extinguished, leaving her with the euphoric sensations drowning her mind. Cum finally exploded from his shaft, pumping all of it inside her pussy as both of them moaned at the top of their lungs. Their orgasm reached up to the high of highs; the couple still couldn’t process the pleasure once it had happened. As Draco pulled out of her, now panting out, he laid on the bed flat. His erect boner shrunk back to its flaccid state with his seed dripping out like a faulty pipe. Meanwhile Loona immediately bent over and used her long tongue to lick inside her pussy. She wanted more of her Master’s cum in her mouth, especially with how tasty it was previously. Her eyes still more energized than before, her tail wagging on once again, expressing the sheer joy. “Master! Master!” She snuggled right next to his naked body, feeling his body warmth radiating from his chest, “Was I a good girl? Do I still need punishment?” With one hand covering his eyes, the other stroked against her soft back before pulling her in closer, “Of course, Loona. You’re the best bitch that I have,” He said, after collecting his breath, “Just…let me rest here for a moment.” She tilted her head in confusion before snuggling into his arms, “Yes Master.” Draco recalled back to the past two days. No more Harry Potter to torment him. An obedient bitch that will follow him. Amazing sex with her. What more could a wizard like him want? Another furry Mistress of course. Maybe a vixen this time. His mind wandered a little, still giggling at how everything worked in place.