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Barking Dogs Do Not Bite	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14074 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To FallenAngel1129: Yes, I�ll explain
everything. You just have to wait a little bit more. If everything goes
according to plan, the secret will be revealed in chapter 14, at least the
biggest part. Grin

WARNING: Violence

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BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris

Chapter 10

Harry was totally stunned and stood for two or three minutes in the changing
cubicle with huge invisible question marks above his head. What had just
happened, he wondered and his eyebrows creased when contemplating the same
question.

What had he done so that Draco had tried to kill him just with his glares? Had
he gone too far? But he had only done it to get some emotion from Draco, to see
if he meant something to the blond hunk. Had he chosen the wrong way?

The door to the cubicle opened hesitantly and Rebecca peeked inside. �Eh, Harry, everything all right? Mr Malfoy just left the
shop in socks and a pair of our trousers without paying.� The young woman said
and looked a bit flummoxed.

Harry�s head snapped around and gave a nasty crack. He winced at the pain that
shot through his neck, but had other things on his mind to care at the moment.
�What do you mean with �left the shop�?� He asked, suddenly panic-stricken.
Rebecca took a step back and he hurried out of the changing cubicle. His eyes
scanned the shop frantically, but no Draco was in sight.

�He� he looked really angry and stormed out of the shop and turned right.�
Rebecca cast eyes down and fidgeted with the ring on her left ring finger. �I�m
sorry, I didn�t try to stop him.�

Golden Boy sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. �It�s my fault, not yours Becca. Look, collect everything that looked good on Draco
and send it with the bill to my address and please charge the trousers on the
bill as well. I� I�ll have to look for Draco now.�

The flaming red-head had only enough time to nod in agreement, before Harry ran
out of the shop. He quickly untied the leashes of the dogs and they followed
him around the right corner. Ammit, Scylla and Lilith ran past him and
pedestrians sprang aside to get out of their way. Harry just needed to follow,
as if the girls knew what they had to head for. And again he thanked every
deity that he had his three girls.

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�Now, now, look who crawled back to our little family?� The bulky man said with
obvious amusement. An evil smile played around his lips when he looked down at
Draco, who was still caught in his gigantic hand. The digits dug deep in his
nape that the muscles tensed in reaction and he knew it would leave bruises
black as night.

�Mr Miller.� Draco croaked and was pushed down to his knees. He cried out when
his kneecaps made contact with the concrete pavement slabs and he heard Timothy
Miller snort in malicious joy. The young male looked up at his former boss and
saw the glee in his beady eyes. He looked around and saw some of his erstwhile
colleagues staring at him in shock or fright.

People walked past the small stand and gawped unashamedly at the scene, but no
one seemed to care enough to help. They all seemed to live according to the
motto �see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil�. We�ve seen nothing � we�re
the majority, we don�t interfere � we�ve our own problems � everyone dies
alone.

Draco couldn�t even hold a grudge against them. After all, Miller didn�t
actually look like a weakling. He felt the grip tighten on his nape and his
head was pulled up again to look at his much hated ex-boss.

�I�ve heard that you had quite a lot of luck the last time, eh? Your little
hero caused a lot of damage.� Draco could hear the anger rise in Miller�s voice
and the amusement he had showed before left his face quickly.

�You�ve made a mistake Malfoy, A massive mistake. No one runs away from Timothy
Miller.� The voice had turned to an icy tone now and Draco knew from experience
that it only meant Miller�s anger was worsening. It wouldn�t be long until he
would either break some bones in Draco�s delicate body or kill him right away.

�But before the two of us have a little discussion�� Draco shuddered at the
idea how this discussion would
proceed and probably end with him on the ground in his own blood. �� I think
you should apologise to my four brothers for what your hero did to them.�

Draco felt the tears brimming in his eyes. His breath was fast and unsteady.
Maybe he could try to hyperventilate and faint that he wouldn�t feel the pain
that would inevitably follow now. He looked around in the radius that his field
of vision allowed. The hand in his neck made it impossible to move his head the
slightest.

The four muscleheads that had hunted him one week ago came out of side streets
as though they had heard Timothy Miller the whole time. Were they around to
make sure no one could scarper like he had done days ago? Miller�s hand found
its way into Draco�s hair and he cried out in agony. He followed the hand on
his head like an obedient doll, not to get his scalp ripped off his skull.

�Look at them, Malfoy. Look closely. That�s what we will do to you.� Draco
tried to look at the four bear-like men, but tears were streaming down his face
that his vision got blurry. �LOOK AT THEM!� Miller barked and Draco sobbed pitifully.
He was too scared to disobey and lifted his left hand quickly to wipe away the
tears that didn�t want to stop.

He looked at the men, still wiping his eyes, and gasped in shock. They hadn�t
looked like that before. He knew them from before,
they had always been their minders, that he knew what they looked like, even
though it had been to dark to see when they had hunted him. But they had never
looked so� so� incomplete. It was a perverse choice of word, but it fit
perfectly well.

What had Harry done to them? HAD Harry done it? But how?
They would have needed to scream in incredible pain, but Draco hadn�t heard
anything that could have indicated� that. The first was missing an eye and the
whole right side of his face was one gash. What wounds he hid under his clothes
Draco couldn�t tell, but if his body looked like his face it was remarkable
that he could stand upright.

The second brother was limping on crutches and Draco couldn�t see anything
except the occasional black eye. Maybe he had been too daft to run and had
sprained his ankle. He looked over to the third and fourth brother and felt
almost sorry for a nanosecond. They both had lost an arm and looked rather
raddled even after one week.

�You see Malfoy, we�ll just take what is ours. An eye and two arms. We�ll break your thigh bone, every bone
in your right hand. No wait, we�ll do that before we
take your arms.� Miller laughed psychotically and Draco wished they�d simply
kill him to end it all. He felt the bile rise in his throat and tried to keep
it down with deep breaths.

What had Harry done? Why had he run from Harry? Becoming a spoilt plaything was
three-thousand times better than this. The pain in his nape and on his head
numbed him and he began to feel dizzy. He was already turning barmy for he
suddenly heard barking dogs and wished it would be Ammit and Lilith and Scylla.

�Here, take him with you and take what is yours.� Miller snarled and let go of
Draco�s hair. The blond mustered his last bit of strength to cover his face
with his arms when he was thrown to the ground. The man with one eye went
forward to pick up Malfoy.

�I wouldn�t do that if I were you.� Harry said coldly. The brothers of Miller
stopped midway and looked at Golden Boy in confusion. The four men really
seemed to miss one or two brain cells too much. Timothy Miller turned around
and looked down at Harry, who was about six inches smaller.

�And who are you to declare any threats here?� Miller asked calmly, but with a
hint of annoyance. Harry�s dogs stood by his side and snarled angrily at the
gigantic man.

Draco sniggered, despite the situation he was in. He really must have gone
mental when he had not only heard the girls snarl, but Harry threaten
the others. If he was already delusional, maybe he would faint soon. Miller
punished him with a kick in the side and the blond howled in pain.

Harry looked at Miller and his eyes were only small slits. His hands were
balled to fists and clenched and unclenched once in a while. He took deep slow
breaths to calm down before he�d do something rash and maybe endanger Draco
even more.

�Didn�t I say to leave him alone?� Potter gritted out and looked for a short
moment at the foetus form Draco had coiled up in.

�And didn�t I ask you who you are?� Miller retorted and prepared for another
kick in Draco�s stomach or side or whatever he could reach, but Ammit leaped
forward and stood over Draco, bridging him with her forelegs and hind legs. She
bared her teeth and growled furiously. Every time Miller tried to land a kick
she would snap at the boot and Miller would quickly jerk his foot back.

�My name�s of no importance, but you should know that if you hurt Draco more
than you�ve already done I�ll take care of you instead of my dogs.�

Miller threw his head back and laughed loudly. His employees looked terribly
frightened and gathered behind the small stand to get some space between
themselves and their maniac boss. The giant man stepped away from Draco and
went over to Harry. He smiled grimly and it probably intimidated many people,
but the brunette didn�t even flinch. The dogs snarled to show that they�d
protect their owner, but Harry ordered them to stay calm and quiet and Scylla
and Lilith listened instantly.

Timothy Miller planted his massive body in front of Harry�s and looked down at
him in disdain. Harry was muscled and broad-shouldered, but everyone looked a
bit puny in comparison to a 6�9�� man.

�Listen Superman, you�re not welcome here. This is none of your business and I
give you some well-meant advice, leave now otherwise I'm going to make you
leave in a very uncomfortable way.�

Harry only snorted and could see the vein on Miller�s left temple start pulsing
angrily. This boy brought his blood to boiling point. No one, simply no one
laughed about Timothy Miller. He was used to cowering and fear and obedience,
not clowns that seemed to think they were some kind of hero.

His right hand balled into a fist and he lifted it quickly to teach this
stripling a lesson that showed not to intervene in anything that concerned
Timothy Miller. Harry caught the fist easily in his left hand and it didn�t
seem to strain him much. His hand encompassed Miller�s fist and suddenly the
colossus howled in pain.

A pleased grin appeared on Harry�s lips and he raised his left eyebrow
playfully. �Ah, did you feel that?� Miller didn�t answer, but tried to pull his
fist out of the vice-like grip. Harry tightened his grip and Miller howled
again. Something just had cracked, hadn�t it?

�Yes, yes, I felt that.� The brute whimpered and squirmed with pain.

�Good. And now you�ll listen, Hulk.
I�ll take Draco now and walk away from here without any trouble or you following
us. And guess what, I�ve some well-meant advice for you too. If anything should
happen to Draco from now on, you�ll be the first I�ll pay a visit � so, make
sure you stay out of his and my life or I�ll break every single bone in your
body, like your hand now.�

With that said tightened Harry his grip on the hand of Miller again and an ugly
cracking sound was heard, quickly followed by pain-filled screams of none other
than Timothy Miller. Harry let go of the fist and watched Miller sinking down
on his knees, cradling his damaged hand, before his eyes wandered over to his
four brothers.

�Can we go now, or would you like to talk to me as well?� All four shook their
heads frantically and Harry nodded curtly. He hurried over to Draco and kneeled
by his side. Ammit went aside and lay down next to Harry to rest her head near
Draco�s stomach. A tentative hand loosened from the blond�s stomach and touched
her snout gently.

�Draco? Dragon? Can you hear me? Can you move?�

�You saved me again.� Draco whispered and felt new tears prickle in his eyes,
but this time out of happiness not pain. He hadn�t imagined Harry saving him,
it had been real. It was real.

The brunette chuckled and ran his hand carefully over Draco�s head. �Always. As long as you�ll need me.
� I�ll lift you up now, okay? If I hurt you, scream so that I�ll know, okay?�
Draco nodded, but knew he wouldn�t scream. Harry had done so much already, he didn�t need to hear his whiny complaints too.

Potter lifted his torso carefully and wrapped his left arm around his shoulder.
His right arm snaked under Draco�s knees and he looked at the blond�s face for
any signs of pain. �Ready?� Draco nodded again and Harry cradled him closer and
stood up with him in his arms. The blond thought he would bite a hole in his
lower lip. The spot that Miller had kicked at his side was killing him but wasn�t
worse than his nape or head. He simply hurt all over. He kept his eyes closed
and didn�t pay attention to his surroundings or where Harry was taking him. His
head rested against the brunette�s biceps and he could feel the tense muscles
against his cheek � the strength that was lingering beneath the skin.

�Draco?� Harry asked after a while and his voice was soft and incomparable with
the harsh, cold tone he had used for Miller. Draco, feeling befuddled by
Harry�s scent, opened his eyes partly and tried to focus on Potter�s face that
was so close to his. �Can you hear me?�

�Yes.� The blond croaked. His voice was always raspy after crying
uncontrollably and he hated it with passion. Harry on the other hand thought it
was the sexiest voice he�d ever heard, beside Draco�s usual voice that is. �Can
you stand so that I can open the car door?�

�Dunno, but I�ll try.� He struggled in Harry�s arms
and his face scrunched up in pain when he moved too hastily.

�No, wait, I�ll do it magically then.�

�No you won�t. What if someone sees you?� Draco reasoned. He needed to pull
himself together for his own sake. He had cowered
enough earlier in front of Miller, if he wouldn�t get a grip on himself now it
would take days until he was his usual self again. �Put me down.�

Harry obeyed and let his legs slowly down. His arm was still around Draco�s
shoulder and the former Slytherin appreciated it a lot. His legs felt like
jelly and he knew, the moment Harry would let go of him he�d slump down like a
bag of potatoes, but Harry held him � close.

He pulled the car keys out of his overcoat pocket and opened the passenger
door. The dogs jumped inside without any command and he let the keys dangle outside
the door. �Okay, let�s get you in the car.� He said to Draco and his arm
wandered lower and wrapped around Draco�s waist.

Malfoy raised one weak leg, trusting Harry that he wouldn�t let him fall, and
lifted it into the footwell of the passenger seat. He
felt Harry�s hand on his behind when he heaved himself cumbersomely into the
car with the brunette�s help, but kept quiet.

Harry crouched beside the car and helped Draco with the seatbelt. His free hand
rested on Draco�s right thigh and he couldn�t suppress the urge to run it
gently along.

�Potter.� Draco�s voice was playful and he smirked.

�Hmhm.� The belt lock
snapped in and Harry leaned slowly back.

�Did you just feel me up while I�m in pain?� He crossed his arms in front of
his chest and raised one eyebrow in question. Harry had the decency to blush a
bit.

�Well, I�ve to seize the opportunity when you don�t complain, eh?� Harry
presented his slim excuse with so much smugness that Draco fell into fits of
laughter, which made green eyes shine happily for a moment. But the happiness
vanished quickly when Draco squirmed in pain and cursed his body colourfully.

�That�s enough, I�ll take you to a hospital now.�
Draco�s eyes widened and he shook his head slowly. He wanted to shake it
frantically, but his headache admonished him not to do so.

�No, no, Harry, no, I can�t pay��

�Bollocks!� Boy-wonder exclaimed and scrunched up his eyebrows. �You don�t need
to pay anything.� He stood up and closed the passenger-door, walked around the
car and took his seat behind the steering-wheel.

�Potter.�

�No, Draco. I don�t want to hear anything about it. I promised you I�d
help you and I won�t make a difference now, besides it�s my fau��

�Harry!� The blond interrupted him, before he could say something that wasn�t
true and that Draco wouldn�t want to hear. Golden Boy watched when a pale,
delicate hand landed on his upper arm and he obeyed when the hand pulled him
towards Draco. Soft, rosy lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss that was
much too short.

�Thank you.� Draco whispered and turned quickly away, when he felt his cheeks
burn in embarrassment. He felt those beautiful green orbs staring at him,
probably waiting for an explanation, but he couldn�t. He�d thought a kiss was
the only way to show Harry that he was thankful, that he�d accept being
Potter�s plaything, but saying it out loud was out of the question.

�So, uh, what about the hospital now?�

Harry blinked dumbfounded, before he cleared his throat and leaned back in his
seat. �Yeah, yes, of course, hospital, right.� He started the motor and felt
his stomach flutter when Draco chuckled, even though it was at his expense.

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Later that day, in the early evening, Harry sat on the couch in the living room
with Draco�s head in his lap. The blond had two broken ribs and many haematomas
that looked rather bad and his head had been throbbing in indescribable pain,
but otherwise he was okay. He was befuddled with painkillers that the doctors
in the hospital had given him and didn�t seem to notice or care where his head
rested. He was just happy to finally rest a bit.

Harry�s hand stroked gently over Draco�s head without combing the strands and
maybe hurting Draco more. This was what he had wanted all the time, but that he
had needed to save Draco again hadn�t been part of the plan. His hand stopped
when the thought hit a sore nerve. What if Draco was like this, because he knew
that Harry liked him and he felt indebted?

�Draco?� Golden Boy called softly, feeling a nasty lump in his throat that
didn�t want to go away.

�Hm?� Draco didn�t even
bother to open his eyes, they would close again anyway. His arm dropped over
the edge of the couch and landed on the boxer�s head. The she-dog raised her
head and pushed her snout in Draco�s hand.

�Tell me, why you left.�

�Left?� Lilith began licking his hand and a stupid
smile appeared on his lips. The gentle hand began stroking his head again and
he sighed contently.

�Yes. Three years ago. Why did you leave, back then?�

Draco�s eyes drooped and his head lolled to the side that his cheek rested
against Harry�s leg and he could watch Lilith. The other two girls lay in front
of the fireplace and enjoyed the warmth.

�Draco?�

The blond�s eyes closed again and he didn�t bother anymore to open them. �Hmhm?�

�Tell me, please.� His hand slid along Draco�s face and down to the neck
he had kissed in the changing cubicle. That memory seemed to be ages old and
not just a couple of hours.

Harry saw the fight Draco fought against sleep and smiled. He lifted the blond
head from his lap to stand up and crouched in front of the couch next to Lilith.

�Whe�yo�g�in�?� Draco
slurred sleepily. The doctors had told Harry that he would be kind of out of
action, but to such extent was a bit surprising. He could have his wicked way with
the Slytherin and Malfoy would probably not even notice it � at least he
wouldn�t be able to struggle. This defencelessness was a bit disturbing,
especially if you knew Draco�s personality.

�What do you think about going to bed, huh? You can tell me tomorrow about
everything, okay?� His hands snaked around Malfoy�s shoulders and under his
knees and he lifted the slender man up in ease. Draco�s droopy eyes opened a
bit wider and he stared at Harry in fright.

�But what if Miller comes to� to�� His pronunciation was clear and distinctly
to his own surprise, but the idea that Miller could show up when he was alone
in his room, dispelled the fog around his brain for a moment.

Harry opened the door to Draco�s room and closed it when his three dogs were
inside as well. The blanket was thrown back magically and he lay Draco gently
down on the mattress. �No one will come.� The brunette said soothingly and
stroked blond fringes out of Draco�s eyes. �No one will find you here if you
don�t want to be found. And I promised you I�d protect you, no matter what,
didn�t I?�

He let go of Malfoy, but Draco�s hands were fisted in his shirt and didn�t let
go. �Draco, you need to let go. I can�t stay like this all night.� Harry said
smilingly and encompassed the pale hands.

�Stay. Please.� Draco whispered, but the fog was coming back and he didn�t hear
Harry groan in despair. �Stay. Please.� He repeated and tried to tighten his
grip, but found no more energy. Harry kneeled on the bed next to him and looked
down at the blond. He knew that it wasn�t Draco who asked him to stay, but the
fear in him and that it would have consequences if he stayed.

The chance to sleep close to Draco in one bed was too tempting and won easily.
Harry kicked off his shoes and lay down beside his secret love. He pulled the
blanket over their bodies and squeaked quite unmanly when Draco snuggled closer
to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

�P�rfec�.� Draco mumbled and allowed his body to
finally relax and fell asleep. Harry felt his heart race and his breath coming
in irregular pants. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

�Gods, Draco you�ll hate me so much in the morning.� He whispered and ran his
hand over the arm that was thrown over his chest.

He wouldn�t bet on getting any sleep tonight.

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See, I was nice this time. No evil cliffy. How �bout telling
me how wonderful I am? Not! Just tell me what you think, eh?
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