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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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Hello
everybody. It�s been a month, eh? But I told you before that it would take some
time for the next instalment. Thank you for your patience and that you�re still
with me and this story. KISSES!

I�m really, really busy. My new job takes up most of my time and I don�t have
that much time anymore to write. It�s quite sad, because my muse created so
many ideas while I had no internet� sob.

So, yeah, I reckon with many curses and angry reviews for this chapter, but I
promise it will be worthwhile. Perhaps I can break the 100reviews mark� grin.

Anything else worthy to be mentioned?... Oh yeah, a
while ago I said in chapter 14 I�ll reveal Harry�s secret� well, perhaps I�d been a bit hasty with
that �promise�� let�s make it chapter 15/16, okay???

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BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris (boy, where the heck are you?)

Chapter 12

�AH! I�m up! I�m up!� Draco cried and fell out of the bed and on the
floor with a loud thud. He sat up and his eyes frantically scanned the room
until he realised where he was. With a loud sigh he leaned against the bed and tried
to calm his heavy beating heart. What had startled him so much to fall out of
bed?

He heard the infernal noise from downstairs and knew what had woken him. The mad barking of all three dogs.

The blond sprung up from the floor and hurried down the stairs. He hadn�t heard
them being so hyper ever before. Their barking wasn�t that deep and booming as
that of male dogs and the one or other squeak made Draco�s ears ring. He
reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Mrs McTurner
coming out of the kitchen and over to the front door, where all three she-dogs
yapped.

�Oh, good morning Mr Malfoy, I�m sorry, if they woke you up. It�s always like
this if someone rings the doorbell.� Mrs McTurner
tried to pull the dogs away from the front door, but each time she let go of
one collar the particular dog ran back to yap and jump around like a scalded
cat. Draco wondered how she handled this situation without any help.

�Ammit! Scylla! Lilith!� he said sternly and was himself
astounded when the dogs listened and fell silent. �Heel!� he called and pointed
at a spot to his left. The dogs came over and peered up at him in expectation
of praise.

�Thank you, Mr Malfoy.� Mrs McTurner said with
evident relief in her voice, when he kneeled down to pet the animals. �Actually
it�s only Scylla that reacts that badly to the doorbell. But the other two start barking as well, because they think they�ve missed
something Scylla hasn�t and simply follow her example.� The doorbell rung again
and the housekeeper winced that she had forgotten about the unknown guest. She
opened the front door and looked up at a tall young woman.

�Good morning. Is Mr Malfoy at home? I�m bringing his new clothes.�� Draco listened up at that voice. He knew that
overzealous voice. He turned slowly away from the dogs and stood up, only to
look over Mrs McTurner�s form at Rebecca, standing in
the door frame.

�Hello Mr Malfoy, I�m bringing your clothes.� Rebecca called over Mrs McTurner and lifted a big bag to wave as if it weighed
nothing. He had been thrown out of bed � literally, and now he needed to endure
Potter�s favourite female? This would decidedly not turn out as one the better
days of his life.

The housekeeper turned around to look at Draco and the saleswoman used the
moment to squeeze inside the hall.

�Good morning, Rebecca.� Draco said haughtily, but the red-haired beauty didn�t
notice the tone or didn�t care. With her hands full of bags, she sauntered over
to the living room and Draco�s gaze flew over to Mrs McTurner.
He knew his face showed the indignation he felt, but he saw that the
housekeeper was no better. Her lips were pursed and her eyes followed Rebecca�s
every step.

�She�s always like this. It�s improper behaviour for a guest, especially from a
young woman.�

Always like this? Did that mean she was a regular guest? After all she knew the
way to the living room without asking. Draco swallowed the green monster, called
jealousy, that began growing inside of him and smiled at the housekeeper.

�It�s okay, Mrs McTurner,
I�ll take care of her. Have the dogs eaten?� After all the things Harry had
said (and done) yesterday, he didn�t need to feel jealous, did he? Why was he
always feeling so insecure when it was about bloody Potter?

�Yes they have just finished their bowls. Thank you, Mr Malfoy.� The
housekeeper said grateful and hurried back into the kitchen to do whatever she was
doing before. Draco ran his hand through his unruly blond strands and inhaled
deeply. He looked down at the dogs that sat still and good by his side. He
buttoned the shirt of his pyjama and felt finally calm enough to face Rebecca.

The bags of clothes sat on the couch and her stylish coat was thrown over the
backrest of the same piece of furniture. The young woman herself stood by the
patio door and looked out into the garden. It was a fairly nice day and a
welcome change to the grey autumn weather.

�I had no idea you would bring the clothes.� Draco said and kept a polite
distance to the red head that it was far enough to quench his antipathy, but
close enough to hide those efforts. Rebecca turned around and smiled warmly.

�Oh, from time to time we deliver the purchased items if one of our registered
customers asks us to. And Saturday Harry asked me to deliver everything that I
thought would suit you the best, after you suddenly ran away, sir.�

He knew his cheeks weren�t turning pink, but he had a certain feeling that they
would, if the saleswoman would look any longer at him with those accusing eyes.
But what else, than running away, should he have done back then? How should he
have known that Harry was head over heels for him?

They, Rebecca and Harry, had gotten along so well and Draco had believed Harry,
albeit reluctantly, when he had told him that he wasn�t gay, that he hadn�t
seen another way than running away in his anger.

The blond ignored the young woman for a moment and looked out the window with this
queasy feeling that bothered him since last night. What if Harry would take it
back and replace him with Rebecca after what had happened yesterday?

#Flashback#

�I�m totally besotted with you, since we fought side by side against Voldemort.
I love you, Draco Malfoy.� Harry�s lips were on his before he could form one
coherent thought and he simply succumbed to Boy-wonder.

His arms wrapped hesitantly around Harry�s neck that the fingers of his right
hand got caught in the ponytail elastic. He growled angrily into the kiss and
yanked the o-shaped elastic, with satisfaction, out of the dark, long strands
to run his hands through the soft hair. The brunette moaned into the kiss and
tightened his embrace.

Draco ripped his mouth from Harry�s and hissed in pain. �Shite, I�m sorry.
Fuck! I forgot about your ribs. Draco, I��

�It�s okay.� The Malfoy heir placidly said and tried to pull Harry pack in to
another kiss, but Golden Boy turned his face away and stepped back from Draco.

�No, it�s not. I tell you that I love you and hurt you seconds later. I must
not forget such important things.� Harry grumbled with evident self-loath.
�Maybe we should go back now. The rain�s getting heavier and the dogs look like
mud lumps.�

�But��

Harry whistled for the dogs and gave Scylla a lengthy pet in apology for his
earlier snapping. The rain, that had started only minutes ago, turned quickly
into a heavy downpour and Harry attached the leashes in a hurry to the dogs�
collars that they couldn�t run off again and wallow in mud.

Without looking back at Draco or even asking to follow him, Harry set off at a
swift pace. The blond remained rooted to the spot for a moment and watched him
utterly gobsmacked. What the heck had just happened? Or not happened? Hadn�t
Harry been about to ravish him senseless, only seconds ago?

He furrowed his eyebrows in discontent and followed the little group at a
slower pace. Yes, he was disappointed, but still too proud to run after Potter.
He wouldn�t beg him to continue. No, definitely not. He wasn�t THAT starved for
affection. And he definitely was not one of Potter�s dogs that hungered for
every so small pet and word of praise.

When he reached the house the dogs were already dry and Potter was not seen. He
had shut himself in his exercise room and Draco could hear the groaning of the
gym equipment. He didn�t see him for the rest of the day.

He had considered knocking � about 200 times. Okay, that was slightly exaggerated,
but he had stood in front of the door more often than he had fingers on both
his hands. He had wanted to get Potter to have lunch with him, to come out with
him and go with the dogs again, to have supper with him and several other
occasions that had been, he later admitted, rather far-fetched to see Harry and
hear what Golden Boy thought of him now.

But he never knocked and spent another day in solitude. Fine,
not solitude, but away from Harry. Not that he wanted to spend THAT much
time with the git. And no, he hadn�t eavesdropped at the bathroom door to the
exercise room. Not at all � maybe a bit � maybe a bit more � okay, okay he had
given up after he had spent almost forty minutes in an awkward position on the
ground with his ear pressed to the door and his knees killing him.

In the end he had gone to bed without seeing Harry that night and had gone so
far as to allow Ammit, Scylla and Lilith to sleep on his bed, to get at least
some warmth from another body and feel a bit loved.

#End Flashback#

�-foy?� Draco felt Rebecca�s hand
on his left upper arm and snapped out of his memory.

�I�m sorry. What did you say?�

Rebecca smiled, thinking that Draco wasn�t completely awake yet, and went over
to the couch to grab her coat. �I said, I hope you
approve of the pieces I picked, but you daydreamed, eh?� Draco grumbled
something, but the saleswoman ignored him once again. �I have to head back to
work now. The bill�s in this bag.� She pointed at the meant bag and put her
coat on.

�Don�t bother, I know the way out. Bye, Mr Malfoy.� She petted the dogs for a
moment and hurried to the door of the living room.

�Rebecca!� Draco called. Still a bit baffled about the behaviour of the young
girl. But he needed to get along with this woman. Maybe, if she would start
liking him, she would turn Harry down, if he would pick her instead of him. The
young woman turned around and looked at the blond patiently.

�Please call me Draco.� A smile appeared on her lips and she nodded, before
pushing the swing door open.

�All right, Draco. See you!� She waved and the swing door flapped in its hinges
when she had left. Draco remained on his spot and waited until he heard the front
door open and close again. His eyes wandered to the mantelpiece clock and his
eyebrows rose slightly. Was it really already half-past eleven?

So what, he thought and shrugged. He had nothing that was worth getting up early, even the dogs were taken care of when he wasn�t
around. He went over to the couch and looked inside the first bag. Piece after
piece of high quality clothing very neatly folded and piled in the big luxury
version of a paper bag, but no bill in sight.

Draco looked into the second bag that had the same size as the first and was
greeted with the same �filling�. Oodles of expensive clothing,
but no bill. His eyebrows scrunched up in determination and he grabbed
the plaited handles of the first bag, turned the black paper bag upside down
and emptied the contents without further ado on the wooden floor.

He scanned the clothes, Rebecca had picked for him, quickly, but with approval.
The second bag was emptied the same way, after he hadn�t found the bill in the
first.

A black ISO C6 envelope fell out of the paper bag and glided unhurriedly down
on the heap of, once neatly folded, clothes. Draco got down on his haunches and
winced. The right knee was still sore and bruised and hurt a bit more in that
position.

Long, slender fingers took hold of the black envelope that showed the same
silver embossing as the black paper bag. He pulled the flap open and found a
cream white card, again adorned with symbol and name of the shop, inside. He
gulped and wondered for the first time if he really wanted to know how much
those clothes would cost.

The blond pursed his lips and nodded sharply. Yes, he wanted to know, even if
only to berate Potter for spending so much money on him. He pulled the card out
of the envelope and opened it. Inside he found a few words of thanks for
choosing their products and a small folded letter. Draco unfolded the letter and
lost his balance. He fell backwards and landed on his behind with a yelp.

2.879,53 GBP [578.3.20]

578 Galleons. 3 Sickles. And 20 sodding
Knuts. (1)

The dogs bustled around him and he needed to shoo them off the clothes not to
dirty them. With eyes still the size of peaches he started up to his feet and
shoved hurriedly all clothes back into the bags that they wouldn�t get soiled.

What was Potter thinking to pay that much money for ruddy clothes? Hadn�t he
said he hadn�t that much money anymore and had two jobs to make ends meet? But
then, why did he have a housekeeper and how did he pay all the clothes that
hung in his wardrobe?

Draco shoved the last shirt in the bag and almost dropped the full bag when he
heard a quiet chime and the fireplace flare up seconds later.

Hermione Weasley�s head appeared in the hearth, completely unperturbed by the
hot, angry flames that licked at her skin.

�Harry? Mrs McTurner?� The young mother called in
hope someone had heard the chime. Draco looked at her and sighed. Mondays
weren�t his favourite days of the week.

�Granger.� He said unbiased and went closer to the
fireplace to flop down in front of it. The dogs joined him and he buried his
right hand under Ammit�s ear. Even with the fuzzy
image the fire offered he could see that the witch had grown into a beautiful
young woman. Her hair fell softly around her face and missed the bushy look
entirely and if she would stop gapping at him, she would certainly earn some
more points on his scale.

�Malfoy.� She gasped and Draco saw tears welling up in her eyes. God, please,
no! He couldn�t handle crying women. No matter if it had been his mother or
Pansy, he had always felt completely lost and helpless. He never found the
right words to make them stop and stood next to them like a total berk.

�Yes, it�s nice to see you, too, Granger.� Draco said teasingly and it had the
anticipated effect. The tears vanished and a small smile appeared instead.

�It�s Weasley now.� She said and the blond wasn�t sure if the fire just had gotten
brighter of if it had been Grang� eh, Weasley
herself.

�Too bad. The she-Weasel name�s already taken by
Weasel�s sister that I�ve to keep you calling��

�Hermione. How about calling me Hermione?� The former
Gryffindor know-it-all smiled at him warmly and suddenly she wasn�t that
annoying anymore. Was it really that easy? He got along with Harry and all of a
sudden Weasel and Granger accepted him therefore?

�All right, Hermione. Potter�s at work, but I can get Mrs McTurner
for you.�

�No actually, if Harry�s not around, I can tell you, after all you�re concerned
as well.�

Draco�s eyebrows rose noticeably and his hand stopped petting Ammit�s head. �Okay.� He answered hesitantly and licked his
dry lips. Did she want him to leave Harry, to vanish out of Golden Boy�s life?
No that wasn�t possible, otherwise she wouldn�t allow
him to call her Hermione, right? Right?

�Go ahead!�

�I wanted to invite Harry and you to dinner tonight. We haven�t seen him in a
while and when he visited me in the hospital last Friday I sent him home after
a while that you wouldn�t be alone. And I thought it would be nice to��

Draco had stopped listening after the first sentence that he didn�t bother
stopping Hermione�s blabbing. His eyes were wide open and he wasn�t sure if he had
heard her correctly or if she was taking the mickey
out of him.

�Gra� eurm, Hermione?� he
interrupted her quietly. �Me?�

The young mother laughed softly about Malfoy�s astonishment and nodded. �Of
course.� She said matter-of-fact and smiled at him, which unsettled Malfoy a
bit � never before had he seen Granger smile at him and all of a sudden she was
nice and warm towards him? �You�re with Harry now, aren�t you?�

The blood shot into his head and he felt the heat in his cheeks. Was he really
with Harry? How he hated his own insecurities! �I don�t know if it is that
easy.� He answered truthfully and stared in his lap.

Hermione sensed his discomfort and wondered what had happened. Maybe she should
have a little talk with her best friend. �Draco?� she said and was suddenly
confronted with grey eyes that showed the full range of emotions from anxiety
to anger.

�I�d be happy if you�d accompany Harry tonight. Let�s say somewhere about
seven?�

�Okay, I�ll come with him.� Draco agreed and hoped it wouldn�t turn out as a
big mistake. They said goodbye to one another and Draco stared a moment or two
into the dying flames.

{}{}{}

�Hello, Margarete.� Harry said cheerfully when he
entered the kitchen, but frowned when it was empty. It was only two o�clock and
usually, at this time of the day, his housekeeper was busy preparing dinner for
him.� He already needed to get accustomed
to the fact that his dogs didn�t greet him anymore when he got home, but now
was his housekeeper missing, as well?

The brunette heard racket coming from the stairs and was seconds later run down
by three tall she-dogs that tried to get their Master�s full attention.

�Is Draco upstairs?� he whispered as if he planned something mischievous, when
he got up off the floor and petted the dogs affectionately. �You�ll stay down
here.� He ordered in a louder tone and the dogs sat down and watched him with
big eyes.

The dogs followed him to the stairs, but sat obediently down and watched him
climb the stairs to the first floor. Harry found Draco in his room and the
sudden shine in his eyes was accompanied by a predatory grin. The beautiful
creature, Draco was, leaned over the bed and rummaged through a pile of shirts,
while being only clad in dark denim.

�Hey, Harry. What are you already doing here?� Draco greeted him. So, he had
heard him. Oh, well. But he didn�t turn around and Harry used the offered
chance to pounce on his prey. Well, not �pounce� in the literal way of the
word. He hurried over to the slender man and wrapped his arms carefully around
the other�s waist.

Draco squeaked in shock, but relaxed slowly when he was pulled against Golden
Boy�s body. Wet lips planted kisses along his neck, down to his shoulder and he
shuddered. �What are you doing?� he breathed and tilted his head to the right
side that Harry wouldn�t stop.

�Hmm, been waiting all day to do this.� Harry mumbled
and ran his hands slowly over Draco�s stomach. The blond tensed in the embrace
and Harry pulled quickly back.

�Did I hurt you again?� he asked hesitantly and Draco, when he turned around,
was greeted with eyes full of remorse. He knew this moment would turn pretty
awkward, if he didn�t do something quickly, but he didn�t know what.

�No you didn�t.� The blond said. He wanted to reach out and touch Harry, and show him that he slowly had begun to come to terms with his
feelings for him, but his insecurities held him back. Again.
�But yesterday you didn�t� and then you hid from me and I��
Suddenly he found himself in the embrace from before and snuggled closer, looking
for warmth. He hadn�t planed to stay that long shirtless.

�Sweet Merlin, your insecurities are so adorable� I didn�t hide from you.�
Harry added quickly, before Draco could begin to object. �I was angry at me
that I had hurt you and I needed some time to calm down. But today I couldn�t
stand it anymore and came home earlier.�

Draco felt those brilliant lips back on his skin, but this time they worked
their way down from his right temple to his mouth. �Besides�� Harry mumbled
between those small kisses, he planted on Draco�s rosy lips. �your check-up�s today and I wouldn�t let you go alone, would
I?�

That did it. Draco snaked his arms up along Harry�s chest, wrapped them around
his neck and captured the other�s lips in a heated kiss. Yes, this was exactly
what he wanted and Harry didn�t seem to protest any time soon either. He let
his tongue inch slowly forward into Harry�s mouth and moaned openly when the
brunette bit gently down.

Harry broke the kiss after some moments and Draco wanted to protest and pull
him back, but froze for a second when he saw the burning gaze that was directed
at him. No matter for what he had been looking, he seemed to have found it when
he kissed Draco quickly and pushed him on the bed, despite the expensive
clothing.

Just by the touch to his bare back Draco could tell that he lay on a shirt of
finest Egyptian cotton and wondered if Harry would buy him a set of bedding and
sheets of the wonderful, but awfully expensive material.

How could he think about bedding and cotton when Harry stood in front of him with
this gleam in his eyes? No one had looked at him like that for quite a time. A look full of adoration and lust.

And the insecurities he�d �cultivated� over the last three years,
came back at full tilt. Was he worth that look? �Harry?� he asked quietly and
tried to cover his naked chest with his arms. The mattress dipped when the brunette
kneeled between his legs and he shuddered at the touch of rough hands on his
stomach.

�Don�t.� Harry whispered and pushed Draco�s hands gently aside to roam his own
over the beautiful expanse of pale, soft skin. The tips of his right index and
middle finger traced every single rib until he reached the collar-bone. The
soft touch of his lips replaced the touch of his fingers and he kissed a path
up to Draco�s ear.

�Draco?� he whispered and wanted to moan when pale hands came up to his head,
combing through his long hair and taking the elastic with them that his hair
fell freely over Draco�s face and neck. �Please, let me�� he pleaded and didn�t
know how to end the sentence. ��I need to�� his hand cupped Draco�s quickly
swelling member and he bit his lower lip when he heard the blond hiss and cuss.
��can I?� he ended lamely and squeezed the erection through the coarse denim.

(1) approx. 5.758,87 USD / 3.659,68 EUR

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Thank you for every new review. I hope you liked the
chapter and I try to update faster the next time.

Oh and I�m almost done with another short story. Do you mind some grammar
mistakes and a bit of awkward words? (you know with me
not being an English girl it always sounds a bit weird.) Otherwise I�d post it
soon.

I wish you all a wonderful weekend. Bye!
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