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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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A/N: I�m kind of disappointed that we didn�t break
the 100review mark � gave me some serious complexes. sigh.
Well, anyway� I hope you�ll like this chapter. I didn�t end it that abruptly
like the last one and it�ll shed some light on Harry�s secret. (But not more
than a match could give. cough.)

Enough of that. On with the story.
And please tell me what you think about it. I�m a �little� insecure, self-conscious
girl, you know� *walks off after playing the pity card*

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BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris

Chapter 13

�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.

No answer came from Draco and Harry lifted his head slowly, in fear he had gone
too far. The blond lay beneath him with his eyes tightly shut and his breath
tense. He could still feel the slender hands in his hair, but they were
trembling and not anymore stroking his head lovingly.

�Draco?� Harry asked hesitantly and lifted reluctantly his hand from Draco�s
erection.

�Don�t!� The blond suddenly yelled; his eyes wide open and fixed to Harry�s.
�Don�t stop. Please.� He said quieter and dropped his head back on the bed. �Go
on, please.� Harry could see a cute blush on Draco�s cheeks and could tell that
it was due to embarrassment. Draco let go of his hair and covered his own eyes.

�Are you sure?� Golden Boy asked, his hand already back on the hot flesh. He
leaned back on his shins and watched Draco for a moment. With his blond hair spread
around his head, his lips a deep red, his chest heaving and falling and
revealing every single rib.

�Fuck.� He gasped and bit his lower lip hard enough that it hurt. He had it bad
for the Malfoy heir if he felt a throbbing in his pants just from looking at
Draco. Harry slid down from the bed and kneeled in front of it, between Draco�s
bent legs. His hands slid gently up along Draco�s denim-clad legs and only
stopped when he reached the waistband.

�Are you��

�Harry, please.� Draco whispered and answered Harry�s question before he even had
time to ask. His fingers opened the first button deftly and the other three of
the fly followed quickly. The brunette pulled at the trousers and pants and
Draco listened to the silent demand and lifted his hips.

Never before had his trousers and underwear been pulled down that sensually and
he moaned openly at the feeling of the fabric gliding over his thighs. His
hands were still covering his face and he actually tried to bite into the flat
of one palm when he felt Harry�s lips pressing small kisses along his thigh to
his obvious hardness.

Three years. No, more than three years had passed since the last time he had
been treated like this, since he had gotten any sexual affection. Harry�s lips
wrapped around his glans and he hoped he wouldn�t embarrass himself and come in
five seconds flat.

�Harry.� He moaned and didn�t know if he should be thankful or whine when the
warmth vanished from his glans. He decided to be thankful when a tongue licked
its way down to the root.

�Harry, please.� Draco begged again and it was exactly what Harry had waited
for, for three long, exhausting years. It actually was so surreal to him that
he now really had his secret love in front of himself and to make it even
better, in a naked and wanton pose. Only this small piece of his mind that
wasn�t clouded with lust, kept him from jumping Draco and maybe scaring him,
because everything went too fast.

One hand rested on Draco�s hip to rein in the blond, the other ran slowly up
Draco�s thigh before wrapping around the base of his cock. He pumped it slowly
once before Draco whined and sat up to look at him. �Come up here, please.�

�But� but I couldn�t� then�� Harry stuttered, a bit thrown off the track that
Draco didn�t want his mouth around his cock.

�Please.� The blond whined again and Harry sighed. How could he deny his love
anything? He let go of the erection and crawled on the bed. Draco guided him
that he lay partly on the smaller, slim blond, with his right leg resting
between Draco�s. The moment he lowered his prone body on the
blond, two arms snaked around his neck and pulled him hastily down into a
ravenous kiss.

He felt the need behind the kiss, he felt the desire
pressing against his flank and could only think about getting closer to Draco,
even though there wasn�t much more left he could do. Harry grabbed hold of the
shoulders and rolled them around in one swift motion so that Draco lay on him
now and he could feel his weight on him. He knew that it was stupid, but like
this it really felt as if he was closer to Draco, when his weight kept him down
on the mattress.

�Harry.� The blond moaned and this time his naked leg slipped between Harry�s
covered ones. He rocked against the brunette to find some relief and forced a
strangled moan out of Harry when he pressed down on his covered erection. Hot,
open-mouthed kisses were planted on his pale neck and chest and mingled with
bites that hurt and spurred this indefinable feeling inside of him.

�Har- Harry� need to� can
I�� he asked, sounding almost bashful. He sat up,
astride on Harry�s left leg, the brunette�s shirt tightly fisted in his hands,
and kept rocking his hips. The coarse jeans material felt strange and created a
new sensation that wasn�t unpleasant. One of Harry�s hands, that had kept his
hips in a tight grip so far, took hold of his erection and he fell once again
forward on Harry�s chest.

The brunette groaned when Draco�s thigh pressed against his own erection and
his hips bucked up once on their own accord. �Please.� Draco whimpered against
his lips and Harry thought he might come from that sound only, but his undoing
was the breathtaking kiss Draco inflicted on him, that he accepted only too
willingly. He and Draco groaned both into the kiss and he felt Draco�s cum
running down his hand, while his own had soiled his pants.

Draco let go of Harry shirt and lifted his head to look down at him. His lower
lip beautifully tormented by his teeth, he smiled bashfully at Harry and fell
sideways on the bed, after Harry had kissed his nose. �I�m sorry, I ruined your
trousers.� The blond said quietly, slowly coming down from his high. Harry
chuckled and rolled over to nuzzle Draco�s neck.

�Don�t worry. You�ve seen my wardrobe, I�ve plenty.�

�Yes, that comes in quite handy.� Draco said, feeling serene. His right arm
snaked around under Harry�s neck that his fingers could vanish in the thick,
soft locks and massage over the scalp. �Especially since you can�t show up like
this at Hermione�s tonight.�

Harry lifted his head from Draco�s upper arm, where it had perfectly rested to
watch down along the blond�s naked body, and looked Draco in the eyes with one
raised eyebrow. �Hermione firecalled around lunch
time and invited you to dinner tonight.� Draco revealed and smiled sheepishly
at his lover. �I wanted to tell you earlier, but got a bit� sidetracked.�

�Hmhm.� Harry hummed against Draco�s neck, he had
returned to. He bridged the slender body with his right arm and fisted his hand
in a shirt, he guessed, at the other side of Draco. �I won�t go if you�re not
invited, besides I��

�Actually,� Draco interrupted him, sounding a bit breathless. �she invited me as well.�

Harry let go of Draco�s neck that sported now a fresh �bite wound� that turned
quickly purple, and looked down into grey eyes that showed some insecurity
again. �She did?� The blond just nodded. �Oh.� Harry rolled away from Draco and
sat up. �Then I�ll need to cancel my work for tonight.�

That triggered something in Draco�s mind and he sat up as well to grab hold of
Harry, but the brunette already stood and headed for the door. �Wait.� Draco
called, while jumping up and putting his pants and trousers back on. Harry
turned around and watched Draco dress, with interest. �You promised me
yesterday to answer my questions about your second job, when I tell you about
my last three years.� He mumbled while putting on some random jumper.

�I� oh� I did, didn�t I?� Harry stuttered and scratched the back of his head
awkwardly, before grasping some long strands. �It�s actually nothing
mentionable.� Draco turned around and began to collect the rumpled clothes from
his bed and folded them neatly.

�But you promised me and I want to know that I can be sure you�re okay.�
Despite his uneasiness Harry grinned goofily at Draco�s back, when he heard him
admit his worries.

�It�s nothing big� I� let�s say I take care of some bad guys.� Draco stopped in
his motion when he heard Harry�s half-truth, of course unaware of the fact that
it was just a half-truth. He put the shirt, he held in his hands, down on the
bed with shaking hands.

�So, you�re a security guard?� He asked quietly and Harry watched with terror,
the muscles tense in Draco�s back. Something was wrong here.

�Er, if you say� yeah, kind of.� Harry beat around
the bush and saw that it had been the wrong thing to say, when a pile of
expensive clothing flew his way.

�Are you out of your bloody mind? Or are you really that retarded?� Draco
screamed and heard the dogs bluster the stairs up to them. Harry looked at him
with wide eyes, holding a black t-shirt and three socks in his hands, while the
rest of the clothes lay in front of him on the floor. What moment had he missed
that the atmosphere turned from post-orgasmic bliss to �rip-him-to-shreds�?

�Eurm, Draco�?�

�You tell me that you need to go moonlighting, because otherwise you
couldn�t pay the bills. Then you buy me clothes for over five-hundred-seventy Galleons
and tell me you work as a security guard? And you know what? I don�t believe
you one fucking single word.� Draco had worked himself into a thorough
conniption and began to rip the clothes, he had put on
moments ago, off his body.

�Security guards don�t earn enough money to buy expensive clothes in bulk.
Besides, why make a secret out of such a mundane occupation.� He stripped naked
and threw every piece at Harry, before storming to the wardrobe and snatching
his own, old clothes and throwing them on.

�You are a liar, Potter. Tell me, is the affection as well faked?... No, I actually don�t want to know.� He shouldered his
rucksack that had been with his own clothes, and ran around Harry out of the
room. He kissed Ammit quickly on the nose and blustered down the stairs, like
the dogs had come up before.

�I hope you had some fun, Potter.� Draco screamed and slammed the front door.

Harry still stood at the same spot with the t-shirt and the three socks in his
hands, as if turned to stone. Frankly, he had no idea what had just happened. He
and Draco had moments ago lain on the bed, enjoying themselves,
hadn�t they? And now Draco had seen through his web of lies and had bolted in
anger? Why hadn�t he stayed, hit him and screamed and afterwards they could have
had brilliant make up sex.

He dropped the clothes to the floor and turned to the dogs. �You stay and watch
the house.� He ordered and bolted down the stairs, almost stumbling over his
own feet and falling down the last five steps. In mere seconds he was out of
the front door and yanked the garage door open. Within the next seconds he was
on the bike and on the street. The stain of Draco�s cum on his trousers
forgotten for the moment.

Why was Draco always running away instead of facing confrontation?

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The silence was deafening. If not for the clinking of the cutlery on the
plates, Hermione would have started screaming to agitate one of her babies to
get away from this suffocating atmosphere. She growled lowly, what was rather
odd for her, and slammed her fork on the table top.

�Enough!� All three men looked up from their plates and goggled at her
curiously. She took a deep breath and smiled at her husband. �Ron, please be a
darling and take care of Jason, while I feed Lena
in the kitchen, will you?� Ron nodded and got up to get his daughter and son
out of the portable playard that stood in the corner
of the living room, beside the dinner table.

�And you�� She looked at Harry and the young man knew he was in trouble. �You
will come with me.� The brunette gulped, but got up from his seat and followed
Hermione into the kitchen. Hopefully Ron and Draco would go to his rescue if
they should hear him scream. Although he didn�t know if Draco
cared enough at the moment.

Since the blond had run from the house they hadn�t spoken one single word with
one another. Harry had picked him up with his bike and had brought him to the
hospital for the checkup. To his relief everything
was healing quite nicely, but Draco had refused to speak to him at all. He had
been glad that Draco had accepted the ride to the hospital, but it had incensed
him to no end that the blond had talked to the doctor as though he had no care
in the world.

Afterwards he had dragged Draco to the Weasley�s without caring that he still
wore the old, worn out clothes and not the new ones Draco had actually planned
to wear. He was too� yes, he had been pissed off and
jealous of the doctor. That Hermione�s dinner had turned into something
entirely different than she had probably planned, bothered his conscience a
bit, but what should he do about it?

Harry leaned against the worktop while Hermione sat down on a chair with Helena
in her arms and opened her shirt-blouse to feed the little creature that was
only a couple of days old. The twenty-one year old watched with interest the
interaction of mother and child that was happening so naturally as if it was
already routine and it was once again glaringly
obvious that he had not the slightest interest in women.

�What�s wrong?� The young woman asked him, but kept her eyes on her daughter
that happily satisfied her hunger. Harry looked at her with a sour look.

�You�re angry that the evening is a mess.� He stated and sighed. Hermione
looked up at him and shook her head.

�Harry. How long do you know me now? Do you really think I care more about a
dinner than you? You haven�t talked with him the whole evening. What is wrong?�
Harry trudged over to the kitchen table, pulled out one of the chairs and
slumped down on it.

�We had an awful row.� He mumbled and buried his face in his hands.

�That couldn�t be more obvious.� Hermione lightly jibed, but Harry took it
without a comment, knowing that she only spoke the truth. She was done feeding
her daughter and closed her blouse, before lifting Helena up to pat her back. �Come on Harry, I
don�t want to worm every single word out of you.� Without asking Harry she
shoved the baby girl in his arms and went over to the sink to wash the towel
that had lain on her shoulder. She knew that he would remain calm, if he had
her in his arms.

�It�s about my job, hobby� call it what you want.� He confessed quietly and
watched Lena�s eyes droop sleepily.

�What�s his problem with you being a kindergarten teacher? He seemed to like my
babies a lot.� The young mother asked over her shoulder and wrung the towel
out.

�No. I mean my other job.� This time Hermione sighed heavily and leaned against
the worktop.

�Don�t call it a job, cos it isn�t. It�s barbaric and
I�ll never understand why you do it. Should I bother to ask what your body
looks like beneath all those glamour? I don�t even dare to.�

�I know, but I�m glad that you accept it nevertheless.� He stroked over the
tiny head that lay in the crook of his arm and heard when Hermione took her
seat across the table.

�I don�t accept it, Harry. I surrendered and you very well know so.� She didn�t
expect an answer from her best friend, having had this discussion often enough.
She, and even Ron, had begged, beseeched him to give it up or he would wind up
dead one day, but it must be in his genes to be as stubborn as a mule.

By now she and Ron had accepted that Harry did it to get some mental balance
back. And if that meant to end up with a broken rip or a split lip or cut above
the eye, he had said once, he would pay it only too willingly.

�You didn�t tell him, did you?� She asked worriedly after a pause and Harry
didn�t dare look up.

�No. I� I tried to paraphrase it nicely, but he didn�t believe me and ran away.
He�s always running away.� Harry bemoaned, half expecting some consolation.

�Maybe that�s how he now deals with lies. He hid for three years and one needs
to avoid confrontation to remain invisible. You should tell him. If you really
want to make him yours you can�t have secrets or it will end nastily.�

�I don�t want it to end. It hasn�t even begun yet.� The brunette whined and
cradled the baby girl closer as if she were Draco in small.

�Then tell him!�

�He�ll worry too much. I can�t� Mione, last Friday he
was attacked by his old boss and I came just in time to save him. I thought my
heart would stop beating when I saw him on the pavement, writhing in pain. I
don�t want him to feel the same worries; he�s too many other problems at the
moment. Besides he should rely on me and not worry about me.�

�It sounds like you don�t trust him� that he won�t be able to cope with your
�hobby� or won�t accept it. Or don�t you trust yourself enough? What, if
something happens to you?� Hermione said with some underlying accusation and
Harry took the bait as if he had waited for it.

�I Do trust him.� He protested as if he wasn�t the grown-up
kindergarten teacher, but a small, petulant child from his group. �Of course I
trust him. I searched the whole world for him. I love him.� Hermione could hear
and see the panic that rose in her best friend. He tried to defend himself and
began to ramble.

She reached over the kitchen table and rested her hand on Harry�s upper arm to
show him that she didn�t need to hear any words of defence. �But do you really
think that you love and trust him enough to accept his concern and worries for
you?�

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