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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: Hello. I�m really, truly sorry that it took me
so long to update this story. Lots of work. Boss is a
bugger. Lots of swotting sessions. Trying
to learn Russian. Writing fanfic.
Sigh. Bugger, where did my spare time go? But I�ll make it up to you with this
chapter, eh?

Warning: DON�T READ if you�re
offended by sex between two men.

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BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris (who�s as busy as I am
*sigh*)

Chapter 14

Ron came into the kitchen with a crying Jason in his arms and handed him
quickly over to his wife. �I believe he thinks you�ve forgotten him.� He said
and kissed Hermione on the forehead.

�Aw, I wouldn�t forget my wonderful baby-boy.� Hermione cooed at her son and
tickled his belly, before throwing a clean towel over her shoulder and opening
her shirt-blouse for the second time that evening.

Harry felt a painful tug at his heart and knew he needed to get out of the
kitchen. He loved Mione and Ron dearly and their
children as much, but seeing them in their ideal world, reminded him of everything
he never had and it broke his heart. He stood up and handed Helena to her father.

�I�ll go to Draco.� He said and Ron nodded solemnly.

�You should get him away from the booze. He�s already through half a bottle of Laphroaig
Single malt.� He informed Harry. �Don�t you dare yell now and wake my
daughter.� He added hastily and made it quite clear that he wasn�t joking.

�What?� Harry hissed. �Why didn�t you take the bottle?�

�As if I haven�t tried.� Ron snorted and shooed Harry
off to help his� what was Draco to Harry and vice versa, Ron wondered all of a
sudden.

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�Draco, love?� Harry called when he got back out of the kitchen and didn�t find
Draco at the dinner table. Even though they have had a slight variance it didn�t mean that he didn�t care about Draco
anymore. Hermione had given him a piece of her mind and he knew she was right.
Draco needed to know. If he planned to live the rest of his life with him,
Harry needed to tell him, and Harry was quite determined to bind Draco to him.

�Harry.� Draco called, and Harry found him sitting on the sofa with a half
empty glass in his hand and judging by the colour it was no water. �Hi, Harry Potter.� Draco said happily when so-called young
man stood in front of him, and grinned at him as if he tried to lighten the
room with his smile.

�So you�re a happy drunk, eh?� Harry stated and took the glass out of Draco�s
hand and put it on the coffee table. �Come on let�s get you home.�

�No. I won�t go home.� It couldn�t be that bad, if he wasn�t slurring the words
yet, Harry thought and held his hands out for Draco, who shook his head stubbornly.
�I want to play with Jason and Lena.� He whined.

�The babies are sleeping, love, and you�re drunk. Hermione won�t allow you to
play with them until you�re sober again.� Harry leaned down and grabbed Draco
under his arms to pull him upright, but the blond simply lifted his arms and
slid out of Harry�s grip back on the sofa.

�I won�t go with you. You hate me. I don�t want.� Draco pouted and Harry
massaged his temples. So, he was one of those drunks that turned into a whiny,
complaining, self-pitying mess. Harry didn�t know if he should be grateful or�
not! Well, at least he didn�t turn into a bully.

�I don�t hate you, dragon.� Harry softly said and caressed the blond�s cheek.
�Come on, love, we�ll drive home.� He grabbed Draco once again and hoisted him
up. All of a sudden Malfoy began sobbing and snuggled closer to him.

�You called me Dragon.� Draco wailed and buried his face in Harry�s shirt. �I�m
sorry, so sorry. It�s my entire fault. I won�t run away again.� Harry didn�t
know what to say and cradled Draco closer to hopefully sooth him.

�Remind me to never allow you to get drunk ever again.�

�MIONE, RON!� Harry yelled after a short pause and smacked his hand against his
forehead a second after. Both his friends came out of the kitchen with two
protesting, but luckily not crying, babies in their arms.

�Thanks a lot, mate, for waking them.� Ron grumbled and tried to rock his
daughter to sleep again.

Harry heard Draco snigger quietly against his chest and he smiled sheepishly at
Ron. �Sorry. I forgot. I actually just wanted to say goodnight, our little
drunkard needs his beauty sleep.�

�HEY, I�m no drunkard.�

�Fine, then you�re emotionally imbalanced.� Harry teased
and ran his hand over Draco�s soft hair.

�Pft. As if.� Draco
grumbled. �G�night, Mione.
Night, Ron.� He said and teetered over to the door of the flat without glancing
at Harry.

�I better follow him, before he runs again away.� Harry said and didn�t leave
the blond out of his eyes. He didn�t see his friends nod, but suddenly felt a
small hand on his upper arm and spun around. Ron stood with both children at
the kitchen door and Hermione looked up at him, Harry, and squeezed his arm.

�You�ll tell him, won�t you?�

�I� eh, yeah, I wanted to tell him when we�re home, if he�s able to listen.�
Harry said and looked frantically over to his Dragon, when the blond opened the
door to leave the flat. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to
kiss his cheek.

�I think that�s the right thing to do. Thank you that you came tonight, but
please, the next time make sure you had no spat before coming here, okay? Tell
Draco, he�s wonderful. Goodnight, Harry.�

�Night, Mione. Bye, Ron.�
The brunette wrenched himself out of the embrace and grabbed his leather
jacket, before hurrying out of the flat. Draco leaned against his motorcycle
and Harry sighed in relief.

He took his helmet, Draco had played with, out of the
others hands and put it on the blond head. He didn�t want to say anything at
the moment, because the silence that lingered between them was different than
before, it was somehow pleasant and comforting. Draco stepped back from the
bike and Harry swung his right leg over it and kicked the kickstand up.

The key found its way into the ignition lock and Harry hummed lightly when the
machine came to life between his legs. Turning his head around to Draco, he
realised once again how arousing he found the idea of Draco wearing his helmet
and he wondered if he could persuade Draco to ever wear his leather combi suit
once for him. It was probably a sight to behold and the idea sent most of his
blood to his lower regions.

He whistled Draco over and the blond straddled the pillion � a bit shakily and
he kept Harry�s arm in a tight grip, but Harry�s fear that he might tumble over
had been for nothing. His left arm snaked around Harry�s waist and he leaned
close against the broad back. �If you ever whistle for me, as if I�m one of
your dogs, again, we�ll have a serious conversation.� Draco hissed and closed
the visor of the helmet.

Harry sniggered in delight, knowing that for the next twenty minutes he didn�t
need to think about his problems, but only feel Draco pressed against his back,
and he moved off after he felt Draco�s second arm securely wrapped around his
waist. Even at this hour, in the middle of the week, the streets actually
weren�t empty and Harry once again used the chance to drive a bit more adventurously that Draco would cling to
him.

What he hadn�t banked on was that Draco would turn the tables�

Draco�s left hand loosened from his waist and for a second he panicked in his
mind that Draco was falling off his bike and hurting his already battered body
even more, or even die. But the right hand was still securely wrapped around
his mid and his frantic heart slowed down in relief.

A red light paused their ride and he put his left foot
to the ground for balance. They were the first in the row, cars lined up behind
them and another biker wound his way along the cars to the front to halt next
to them.

Harry figuratively jumped out of his skin, so that Draco, he and the bike would
have nearly fallen to the ground, because his knee buckled when Draco�s hand
suddenly landed on his thigh, far too close to his suddenly very interested
manhood. �Draco.� He hissed, but knew that he wouldn�t be heard. His eyes
wandered around, trying to distract himself, and landed on the biker that
waited next to them and watched Harry with a knowing grin.

The traffic light turned green and Harry dashed down the street. He didn�t care
if he�d get a speeding ticket as long he was away from that dirty old man.
Draco�s hand wandered higher and cupped his erection firmly. �Draco.� He moaned
helplessly, knowing again that Malfoy couldn�t hear him because of the helmet
and wind blast.

He didn�t know why Draco was suddenly so bold when he had been incredibly angry
with him until just half an hour ago. Draco�s hand began to stroke his erection
in slow, steady motions that Harry wanted to pull his motorcycle over and drag
Draco from the pillion to bend him over the bike and� instead he bit the inside
of his lower lip and hoped he wouldn�t loose interest in driving his bike
safely through the streets.

Draco was about to open the zipper of his jeans when he turned into his street
and a sigh of relief left his lips when he saw his house. Harry drove slow
enough that he could pull the blond�s hand out of his trousers and zip them again, before he drove on his property.

In front of the garage door he stopped the engine and waited until Draco had
dismounted the pillion, before kicking the kickstand down and dismounting the
motorcycle as well. Harry didn�t look at Malfoy. He opened the door and took
the helmet out of Draco�s hands without a word, and walked the motorbike into
the garage.

Draco followed Harry mutely into the house, after the brunette had closed the
garage door, and wondered if he had done anything wrong that Harry wasn�t
talking. They hadn�t talked all afternoon, but he had thought that perhaps
Harry would forgive him now�

The dogs �attacked� before they had a chance to close the front door. Potter
kneeled down and cuddled with his babies, even cooing at them and praising them
for being such good dogs all day. He closed the door with a kick of his leg
after standing up again and hurried over to the living room with his dogs in
tow. Draco watched him completely gobsmacked, feeling �only a bit� ignored and
shuffled after the quartet.

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Harry had opened the patio door for his dogs and watched them romping outside
around and relieving themselves. Draco still felt a bit fuzzy, but he staggered
over to the brunette to find out what had gone wrong. Harry saw him in the
reflection of the window and pursed his lips in a devilish grin.

�Harry, wha-aaah�� Draco found himself suddenly
pressed against the large windows and his mouth assaulted with hungry kisses.

�What was that now, Draco Malfoy?� Harry murmured against Draco�s lips and the
blond moaned unabashedly. He felt Harry�s erection pressing against his hip and
bucked his pelvis to let Harry know that he wasn�t the only one with such
sensitive problem. �Draco.� The brunette said sternly, after breaking their
kiss, and looked in Draco�s eyes that were still dilated from alcohol.

�I�m sorry, Harry. I wanted to apologise that I ran away again. It felt like
you were lying to me and I didn�t know what to do but run away. I told you
everything and I thought you liked me and wouldn�t lie�� Draco rambled,
seemingly not getting a straight thought formed.

�I like you, Draco� a lot.�

�I know.� Malfoy smiled shyly and brought one hand to Harry�s covered erection.
�Then let me do this, please.� The blond slid down along the window pane,
without waiting for Harry�s answer, and kneeled, trapped between the window and
Harry�s legs. His hands went up to the waistband of Harry�s trousers and green
eyes watched him insecurely.

�Draco, you don�t need to� we need to talk first.�

�We can talk in the morning.� The blond purred and pulled Harry�s trousers down
that they pooled around his ankles and prevented him from bolting. Not that
Draco thought he would run away. In one swift movement the boxer-briefs
followed and Harry gasped in shock. He hadn�t thought that Draco would
seriously undress him and so quickly at that. He had seen Draco naked and he
definitely still wished to have sex with him, but now that he stood in front of
Draco, with his private bits in close proximity to the pale, angelic face, he
felt his throat constrict in nerviness.

Draco leaned back against the window and brought his hands around to the firm,
small globes that Harry Potter called his behind. His eyes raked over the shaft
that he had up to now only felt with his hands beneath Harry�s trousers or
pressed against his body and now it stood at attention for him. When that
thought crossed his mind he smirked one of those little, evil smiles that
hadn�t been seen for a while on his face, and Harry, who didn�t know what went
through Draco�s mind, thought he saw the young Draco from Hogwarts in front of
him.

�Draco, wait� we don�t� what if someone sees�� Harry panicked when he felt the
blond�s hands grasping his behind firmer and pulling him closer. The dogs were
still outside, taking advantage of the extended �play time� and ran around in
the garden. Barking and snarling could be heard, but Draco couldn�t care less
at the moment.

�Draco� Draaa�� His mouth closed around the glans and
Harry gave up trying to stop him. With the flat side of his tongue pressed
against the vein on the underside, he let the shaft slide deeper into his
mouth. A dull thud resonated in the room and Draco looked up to perhaps receive
an explanation from Harry. His mouth tightened around the hard flesh when the
corners of his mouth quirked in amusement and he heard Harry groan quietly.

The thud had been nothing else but Potter�s head thumping against the window
pane so that he was now bent over the crouching blond. Draco let the shaft
slide out of his mouth to lift his head and saw that Harry was watching him
intently, his forearms resting above his head against the pane. His breathing
was shallow, but his eyes held such intensity that Draco thought they tried to
urge him on when their eyes met.

No words were necessary and Draco lowered his head again. His hands still
rested on Harry�s behind and he let the fingertips of his left hand glide along
the bum cleft when he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his nose against the
ridge between shaft and scrotum. His pink, little tongue ran along the sac
before he began mouthing the balls one at a time.

Draco inhaled deeply and hummed in delight. He thought he could smell the
manliness that radiated from Harry and his old, baggy trousers suddenly didn�t
feel so baggy anymore. He couldn�t believe that giving Harry bloody Potter,
the-boy-who-lived-and-lived-and-lived, a blowjob could be so arousing. But here
he was, kneeling in front of Potter and enjoying the sounds that his teasing
provoked.

�Oh God, Draco.� Harry whimpered when Draco again hummed
around one testicle. He looked down at the blond head that reflected the red
light of the open fire, and hissed when the small devil blew cold air against
his saliva coated balls. That was too much. Why was he such a tease? And where
had he learned it? Harry growled lowly at the idea of his Draco pleasing
someone else like this� this wasn�t the right time to think about it.

�Dragon, please� please.� The brunette begged, praying that it hadn�t sounded
too desperate. The blond head lifted again and he looked once again in stunning
grey eyes that seemed to gleam roguishly. The left eyebrow lifted in this
incredibly sexy way and Harry felt his pulse quicken.

�What are you pleading for, Harry?� Draco asked innocently, his confusion
sounding quite convincing.

�Oh fuck, Draco.� Harry moaned and tried to catch a glimpse of Draco�s tongue
when it licked along his shaft. �Please� stop being a tease.� Malfoy�s mouth
wrapped again around his glans and Harry felt faint when Draco tried to mumble
something that sounded like �Uhum�, around his dick.

The blond head began to bob and Harry�s gaze was fixed to the soft strands that
swayed back and forth with every move. He lowered his left arm and buried his
fingers in the silken strands he longed to pull, but instead ran his fingertips
along the scalp after remembering the pain he could still cause.

Draco moaned wantonly, loving the feeling of Harry�s hand in his hair, and took
him a little deeper in his mouth. Tears began to gather in his eyes, but he
didn�t want to stop giving Harry pleasure. It was a natural reaction of his
body to his efforts of suppressing the gag reflex that tickled in his throat. �Fuck,
Draco!� The brunette yelped, when he felt Draco�s throat constrict around the
tip.

The dogs reacted to his yelp with bellowing and Harry hoped that no one would be
on the track behind the garden. The living room was only lighted by the fire,
but it was probably enough to see their two figures and surmise what they were
doing. But, on the other hand, why should he care what his neighbours thought?

�Fuck, Dragon, the� dogs�� Harry panted, when he heard his girls coming closer.
Draco hollowed his cheeks, the sensor on the patio was activated by the moving
bodies of the dogs that the light came on and Harry came with a muffled cry
while his dogs ran through the patio door.

With his forehead still pressed against the window pane he slid down to the
ground, panting heavily. The small beads of perspiration that had gathered on
his forehead smeared along the pane and the sliding caused a squeaking sound. Draco
leaned again back against the window, not to be squashed by Harry�s heavy form and
licked a last droplet of cum from his lip.

Golden Boy hadn�t expected that to be the first thing to see when coming eye to
eye with his lover. He groaned as if he was in sudden pain and rested his head
on Draco�s shoulder to avert his eyes from that tempting mouth.

Hearing the breathing and feeling the small puffs of air against his shoulder,
Draco remained in that position even though his legs began to hurt. His hand
went up to Harry�s head and pulled, like many times before, the ponytail
elastic out of the hair to bury his hand in the same strands. Was he
cultivating some fixation?

With closed eyes he bathed in the warmth the physical closeness offered to him
and listened to the sounds around him. He heard the autumn wind blow outside.
He heard the sniffing of the dogs and all of a sudden Harry growled against his
neck. �Lilith, stop sniffing at my bum!� Draco began giggling like mad at the
image that popped into his mind and opened his eyes, only to see Lilith turning
away from her Masters behind to sniff at the sofa as if it was some new item
she didn�t know.

The blond�s giggling increased and Harry lifted his head from his shoulder to
look at him with a mock scowl. �Oh you think that�s funny?� he asked and a
small smile tugged at his lips, as seeing Draco laughing so carefree. When he
saw that he wouldn�t receive more than a nod, because the blond didn�t want to
calm down, he pressed his lips to Draco�s and coaxed him into a frenzied kiss.

�Let�s go upstairs, yeah?� Harry panted after breaking the kiss, while putting
his pants and trousers magically back on. Draco clung to him and looked at him
with a goofy grin that screamed �snogged senseless� all
over and Harry thought he could stay like this forever.

�Can�t.� the blond said, his voice still raspy from the earlier� activity.
�Legs fell asleep.�

Harry chuckled and gathered the blond in his arms. �Hey. Hey, what�� Draco
protested when he was carried through the living room and up the stairs.

�I need to correct
my former statement. I need to get you drunk more often.� Harry said with a
broad grin and pulled Draco closer to his chest when he stepped through the
door of his bedroom. With ease, Draco had expected after all the �carrying around�, Harry dropped him gently on his bed and looked down
at the blond.

The room was, as ever, dark and the windows were covered with thick curtains.
The light from the hallway shone into the room and cast an eerie light on
Potter. The dogs came slowly up the stairs, tired from their romping, and
flopped down on their blankets near the bed. Harry made a movement of the hand,
acting casually, and Draco heard the patio door close downstairs and saw the
lights on the hallway die, while at the same time bedside lamps turned on
magically.

�Stay with me tonight, will you?� Harry quietly asked and undressed slowly, down
to his boxers. Draco�s eyes were glued to every move Harry�s hands made and he
shifted on the bed up to the pillows, quite determined not to leave this bed
any time tonight. He felt his eyes droop against his will, one of the many
signs that the alcohol was taking its toll, and jumped slightly when he felt
the mattress dip.

�Hey, are you falling asleep on me now?� the ex-Gryffindor asked amused and
crawled on the bed.

�Hmhm, didn�t you ask me to stay here?� Draco mumbled
and snuggled further into the pillows.

�Right!� Harry laughed, shaking his head at the cute
display Draco was. �But at least help me to get you out of your clothes first.�
The blond grumbled in protest, but sat up that Harry was able to pull his
jumper and shirt over his head. He fell back on the bed and Harry crawled back
to the end of the bed to take his socks off. Harry�s hand slid gently over his
denim-clad leg up to the waistband and he hummed his appreciation of the tender
treatment.

His mind was fogged with fatigue, the day had been too exciting and straining
to stay awake any longer� he felt Harry�s fingers fumble with the jeans button,
but his eyes popped open when the brunette groaned quite agitated and rested
his forehead against Draco�s stomach.

�Are you okay?� Malfoy asked tentatively and ran his hand through Harry�s hair
to feel it once again.

�You don�t wear any underwear.� Harry mumbled against Draco�s stomach and
grabbed the skinny hips of the blond tightly.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what the problem was. �Oh, well, yes I
kind of forgot when I threw on some clothes to get out of here, you know?� That
explanation didn�t help Harry at all and he whimpered at the images that
flooded his mind.

�Does that mean you went commando all the time when we were at Hermione�s and
Ron�s and when you sat behind me on my bike?�

�Why, yes.� Draco answered truthfully, not knowing what the problem was. The
fatigue seemed to slow his mind.

�You will keep those trousers on tonight or you won�t get any sleep at all
tonight.� Harry groused, pulled a blanket over their bodies and flopped down
next to the still confused blond. A strong arm wrapped carefully around his
steadily healing body and Draco shifted closer to the warmth that Harry�s body
offered. Suddenly he could feel what Harry�s problem had been with him going
commando. Draco chuckled and buried his face into the brunette�s chest.

�That�s not funny.�

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Hope you
liked it. �See� you next time! and don�t forget to
review. Hehe

Oh and one thing I forgot�

Someone, I�m sorry I forgot your name, told me that they think it�s
unbelievable that a woman would breastfeed her child in front of someone else. I
have to disagree, first of all, Hermione and Harry are friends for a long, long
time now and if they feel comfortable in each others company it�s no sideshow. Besides,
I�ve seen many women �popping out� their breast in the middle of a restaurant or
cafe to feed their children and I�m not the least offended by it, cos it�s natural. Innit?
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