This is a Fan-fiction Harry Potter story, which contains animal transformations. All characters are 18 years of age, and if you have a problem with fiction that involves transformation, it is your responsibility to stop here. Your offense is not my problem. Consider yourself duly informed.

  For EduartBoudewijn

  Hermione and Fleur were both annoyed as they waited for Ginny by the large dining hall, both of them hungry. Ginny was supposed to meet them there and was insistent they wait for her before eating. However, it had been twenty minutes, with no sign of their wayward friend, who in all actuality was probably goofing off. Finally, Hermione had volunteered to retrieve her while Fleur got seats for them both, and stomped off after her. When she shoved Ginny’s door open, she wasn’t surprised to find her bent over her desk, face in a book, several magical items scattered around her.

  Ginny jumped, and covered the book with her arms. “HEY! Knock before coming into someone’s room!” She shouted.

  “We’ve been waiting for you down at the dining hall for twenty minutes.” Hermione snapped back, ignoring her protests. “You insisted we wait for you this time, so we did, and you didn’t show up.” She huffed putting her hands on her hips.

  Ginny’s face lost a bit of its annoyance at this reminder. “I-I forgot!” Ginny then recovered and pointed an angry finger at her. “Besides, I was busy with work, so don’t come and kick my door open!”

  Hermione snapped with her tongue, and crossed her arms at this claim. “What silly thing are you playing at in here?” Hermione said, reaching for the book, only for Ginny to pull it away from her angrily.

  “Why are you always such nosey bitch!?” Ginny growled, standing up while grabbing a pair of collars from her desk.

  “Ginny!” Hermione yelled. “What on earth has gotten into you?” She demanded, glaring at her smaller friend in surprise and rising anger.

  “I’m sick of you being such a bitch all the time!” She growled, before taking one of the collars in hand and raising it above her head. “If you want to act like one, you can be one!” She said as she tossed the collar towards Hermione as one would toss a ring at a carnival game.

  Hermione blinked in surprise and stepped back as the small leather collar, complete with her name across its length, suddenly snapped shut around her neck. She gasped, grabbing at it as her body began to glow, slowly shifting and changing as the light shone from her skin. Hair began to sprout from her flesh, her teeth growing larger and sharper, her clothing sliding around on her frame as she growled and pulled at the collar. Her fingers were getting shorter, growing small claws, as a long snake like shape emerged from under her skirt to reveal a dog-like tail. She was shrinking, but also changing, her legs and arms shifting, her nose growing longer, and her body falling down onto all fours.

  “You like that feeling?” Ginny snickered. “I was researching that spell to use on Malfoy, but you’re being much more annoying right now.” She laughed, as she returned to her desk, ignoring Hermione’s struggling and gasping.

  When she turned around, Hermione was now a Cocker Spaniel with brunette colored curly fur, drooping ears, a pointed nose and a wagging tail behind her. She was still draped in her loose clothing, the skirt and panties having slid off during the transformation, as Ginny bent down around her. She was surprised and confused, wanting to yell at Ginny as the red head reached down and pulled her free from her clothing. However, as she tried to form words, nothing came out but barking or grumbling growls, her tongue feeling long and strange in her mouth. Now she was a dog, naked save her fur and collar, while Ginny was still smirking at her, sitting face to face.

  “Now that the collar is on, you’re going to have to be a good bitch for me.” She said, reaching down and snapping the leash on Hermione’s collar. “The collar will make sure you obey your master!” She laughed as Hermione shook her head, trying to pull free from the collar.

  However, all Hermione could do was obey as the leash was tugged, and she was forced to walk along behind Ginny. “Sit!” Ginny commanded, and Hermione found her body moving as if conditioned by years of training. Ginny smirked widely and nodded in approval. “Speak!” She ordered, and Hermione barked in spite of her best efforts to resist the command. “Well done! Now, let’s go take you for a walk!” She laughed, as she guided Hermione from the room.

  Hermione followed along, obediently a she inwardly raged at her condition, furious that her friend would humiliate her this way. As she walked through the corridors of the school, she immediately drew the attention of many students and faculty alike, all of the delighted to see such a cute dog. However, to her she was naked, exposed and walking on all fours, unable to disobey or cover her body. It was humiliating and she found herself having to cover her butt with her curled tail, causing many gawkers to laugh that she was afraid. As they made their way towards the dining hall, she could see someone walking towards them, an angry expression on her face. It was Fleur, and as soon as Ginny saw her, a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. As Fleur drew in closer, Hermione could see that Ginny was readying another collar, and she realize that the other one had been prepared for Fleur.

  She barked in protest, but Ginny shushed her, and commanded her to “Sit,” which she immediately did as told.

  “Where have you been!? Hermione and I have been waiting for you!” Fleur growled in her thick French accent.

  “Looking for you actually.” Ginny sang playfully, twisting the collar behind her back in anticipation.

  “Oh really? Why do you have a dog then?” Fleur asked, glaring down at Hermione, who barked once to try and get her attention. “Also, where is Hermione? She was looking for you.”

  “I found her. I was tired of her being such a bitch all the time.” Ginny said, snickering as Fleur frowned at this comment.

  “Such language!” Fleur hissed. “Distasteful!” She added, crossing her arms, and sticking her chin out.

  “Well, since you seem to be acting like Hermione today, you can join her!” Ginny said, tossing the collar as Fleur took a step back in surprise.

  The collar snapped like a snake around Fleur’s neck, the surprised blonde grabbing at it and trying to pull it off with sharp jerks. Her body began to glow, and just like Hermione had done, she began to twist and shrink downward. A curly coat of blonde hair slide out from under her clothing, a small tail popping out from her skirt, as her ears flopped down beside her head. Her nose stretched as teeth sharpened, her arms and legs gaining new joints, even as her hands and feet turned into paws with black claws. She collapsed down onto the ground as a medium sized poodle, her blonde hair standing out as she stood with her skirt and legging below her back feet. She tried to walk in her oversized coat, but began to trip and stumble about, Hermione barking in nervous yips for her to escape while she could.

  “Hermione stop!” Ginny commanded, as she stepped towards the golden haired canine, who tried to hop away in her oversized overcoat. “Not so fast mutt!” Ginny sneered, as she gripped the collar and quickly snapped the second leash she’d been carrying on. “You’re both my pretty puppies now, and you better behave!” She said, grabbing the coat and swiftly working the confused Fleur out of it.

  Now both Hermione and Fleur were trapped as naked dogs, forced to obey as Ginny towered over them grinning broadly. She tugged on the leashes and began to pull them down towards the open courtyard, where all the students would be relaxing after lunch. Hermione whined and shook her head, Fleur trying to bite the leash, but a single command from Ginny forced them to calm down and follow along in obedience.

  “Time to have some fun, eh girls?” Ginny laughed as she took them out onto the grass, forcing them to walk on their hands and feet through the wet green lawn.

  “Oh, what pretty dogs!” Cho said, scooting in closer as Luna came from the other direction. “Can I pet them?” She asked, as Hermione felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

  “Sure, go ahead, they don’t bite.” Ginny said, winking at Hermione and Fleur as if challenging them to bit someone who hadn’t done anything wrong.

  Hermione watched as Cho began to pat her gently on the head, annoyance and humiliation building inside her as others gathered around to watch. Suddenly Cho began to scratch under her chin, causing a strange and intense urge to kick her back leg. She couldn’t help herself, mortified as she flopped on her side, lifting up her other leg so Cho could scratch her belly. She felt the urge to cry out, as Cho began to scratch her underside, inches away from what would have been her groin had she been a human. Cho laughed, calling Hermione a “good girl” as she continued to scratch her underside, as Hermione thought she may die of humiliation.

  “Does she like treats?” Luna asked, as she pulled a small biscuit out of her pocket and held it over Fleur.

  Fleur wanted to growl at the odd little woman, but suddenly realized she was standing up on her hind legs, paws folded before her as she began to beg. Ginny laughed, watching as Fleur began to hop back and forth, unable to resist the treat as she felt her mouth water in hunger. She was standing up naked before her classmates, her body only concealed by the transformation, but Fleur wanted to run and hide. When Luna suddenly tossed the treat, she snapped it from the air, crunching down on the stale tasting biscuit before she could even react. She was wagging her tail happily as Luna giggled, and pulled a second treat out of her pocket. Fleur almost cried out in desperation to escape, but was soon dancing up and down before the gathering crowd, eager for a treat.

  “Ok, and for my next trick.” Ginny chuckled, as she snapped her fingers.

  There was a flash of light, and both Hermione and Fleur were back to their normal human selves, completely naked and still behaving like dogs. The crowd gasped as both Hermione and Fleur realized something had changed, both of them cold and aware they were no longer covered in fur. Hermione was laying naked on her back in the wet grass, Cho’s hand frozen in surprise over the young woman’s belly. Fleur was hopping up and down, lapping at the air with her tongue, her breasts and butt bouncing before Luna, who said nothing but turned very red. Both women were horrified, but found themselves being tugged along by the collars still on their neck, and obeying in spite of themselves.

  “Now, let’s take these two bitches and show them off to the quiddich team.” Ginny said, as she pulled on the leash.

  The crowd, now snickering and pointing watched as two naked woman began to crawl along on all fours. They were blushing, humiliated and mortified by their current state, but for the life of them, could not disobey as long as the collars were on their necks. Both obediently followed along, breasts dangling towards the ground, bare asses up behind them, and exposed privates between their legs flashing as they crawled. Inside they were humiliated, walking along as Ginny guided them from one humiliation to the other, eager to get revenge on their friend as soon as they could. Until then, both were required to obey, sitting, standing and even…

  “Speak.” Ginny commanded, as Hermione barked and yipped, causing the red head to grin maliciously. “Good bitch!” She laughed, as she made her way back to her room, eager to take a nap while her two dogs slept at the foot of her bed.

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  Ginny was brought out of a deep sleep by the sound of her chair at her desk falling over, the clattering distant and strange to her sleepy mind. She sat up in bed, wearing only a small white night gown, blinking as she glanced around the room. She felt annoyance that it was now evening, the dim light of the setting sun coming through her windows as she rubbed her eyes.

  “What was that sound?” She sputtered, as she glanced over to see that her desk chair had indeed fallen over, and the contents of her desk had been scattered on the floor. It took her a moment of consideration, before she realized someone had been rifling through her desk. “Oh bloody hell.” She said, standing up as fading light shone through her nightgown, revealing the outline of her body.

  She stepped over and found that the book and several other items were missing from the now scattered contents of her research. Her foggy mind struggled to understand what had happened, until she felt a nagging feeling and glanced over to where her “dogs” were supposed to be tethered at the foot of her bed. Both of her friends, who had been sleeping naked upon dog beds she had conjured using her magic, were now missing. She hurried over to the beds and glanced down to see that both were not only empty, but the collars and leashes she’d enchanted were still tied to her bed posts, but were empty.

  “Uh oh…” She whispered, as she took a few steps back from the bed, as her eyes began to dart around, looking for her wand.

  “Uh oh is right.” Hermione’s voice came from behind her. Whirling around, Ginny saw Hermione standing next to her bed, still naked and holding her wand up between her fingers. “Looking for this?”

  “Hermione!” She blurted, surprised as she stepped away from her friend, the grimace on Hermione’s face telling her she was in big trouble. “I swear it was…” She started to say, but she bumped into someone behind her, swirling around to see it was Fleur, the French woman frowning down at her.

  “Tell us Ginny… how it’s a misunderstanding.” Fleur said as she shoved Ginny back onto the bed, the smaller redhead landing on her butt.

  “You’ve acted immature before, but this dog thing crossed the line.” Hermione said as she produced her own wand, and held it out like a dagger almost. “So, Fleur and I are both going to give you a curse to teach you an embarrassing lesson.” She said, as she waved the wand over the panicking red head, as she twisted onto all fours to try and scramble away.

  “Please… I didn’t mean to-“ Ginny pleaded, but the spell was already shining as it fell across her body.

  The world around her began to grow, her face and body felt like they were being squeezed as her night gown slide over her body. She felt like she was falling, but her hair was somehow sliding up over her shoulders, her arms and legs not carrying her very far. In a moment, she landed on her belly on the bed, somehow so week she couldn’t move or stand up on her limbs. She tried to crawl, but somehow her head felt too heavy, and her limbs seemed spastic and out of her control. She looked up and could see the bed in her vanity mirror, and was shocked to see a small red headed baby staring back at her from under her now deflated nightgown. She’d been turned into a helpless baby girl, and tears began to form in her eyes, as Hermione lifted her up from under her night gown. She whimpered and squirmed, naked and cold in Hermione’s hands, as her friend grinned down at her.

  “You always act so immature, now your body matches your behavior.” Hermione snickered, as Ginny tried to cover up, squirming her pudgy limbs together. “Oh are you cold baby Ginny?” Hermione asked, shaking her head in disapproval. “Well, it’s Fleur’s turn, and her curse will help you keep warm.” She said with a chuckle, as Ginny watched Fleur produced a new collar, one with her own name on it from behind her.

  Fleur grabbed Ginny with one hand, and popped her collar around her chubby neck. Ginny felt her pudgy body begin to shake and shift, her arms and legs becoming straighter, fur rising across her skin, her hands and feet becoming paws, as a small wrinkled tail slid out over her flat and pudgy baby bottom. Her nose was growing out before her eyes, which crossed as she tried to watch the change, her ears flopping down the sides of her head. She heard her confused baby gibbering turn into a higher whimpering sound, a yip escaping from her lips even as her mouth regained small sharper teeth. She was suddenly aware that she was a dog now, an Irish Setter, little more than a few weeks old, her eyes just barely open as she began to try and squirm free to little avail.

  “There, that’s better.” Fleur laughed, as Ginny squirmed even harder, realizing she was whimpering and squealing like a puppy.

  Hermione’s arms were crossed in triumph as Fleur held the whimpering puppy aloft. “Now… let’s go find Cho and Luna.” She said with glee. “I think they like puppies and babies, and wouldn’t mind seeing you change back and forth between them. After we get dressed of course.” She laughed.

  Ginny swallowed as she realized she was about to get a taste of what she had done to her friends, only this time it would be much worse and much longer.

  “Don’t be such a bitch next time.” Hermione said, grinning at her, as she carried the small puppy in her arms, and walked from the room with Fleur behind her.

  END