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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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Woah,
it's already a month again? How time flies. Busy. Irritated.
Dissatisfied. Oh joy!
I bollocked a test today, again, and treat
my soul with a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. Sigh.
Well,
anyway, off we go...

Oh, one more thing: I warn you and
apologise in advance for the abrupt ending.

BARKING
DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA:
Chris

Chapter 15

He didn’t wake up alone. He
didn’t wake up feeling lonely. Small kisses were peppered along
his shoulder and neck and Draco Malfoy awoke like he hadn’t for
more than seven years. With a smile.

Harry’s arm was
securely wrapped around his waist and the feeling of the strong body
against his back made him feel safe and warm. “Good morning,
gorgeous.” Harry mumbled and resumed kissing the pale shoulder.
“Hung-over?” he asked quietly and rubbed his nose against
the small dent at Draco’s nape.

He suppressed for a
moment the urge to ‘hmm’ at the heavenly feeling and did
a bit of ‘soul-searching’ to pinpoint some revenge of the
evil alcohol. Nothing. Nothing, but the warm and fuzzy feeling,
because of Harry being so close to him, not even his ribs were
bugging him.

“Nuh-uh.” He answered truthfully and
snuggled further into the broad naked chest behind him.

“Pity.”
Harry sighed lightly and moved his hand from Draco’s stomach up
to his chest. His fingertips brushed over one small nipple and he
felt it react to his touch. “Or I would have called in sick to
look after you.” Draco whimpered at the promises that innocent
sentence held, but he knew his conscious wouldn’t allow him to
keep Harry at home, while small children sat crying in their
kindergarten because their beloved Harry wasn’t around.

“I’ll
take a shower now and then I need to go. You stay in bed as long as
you want, okay?” Draco nodded, rubbing his cheek against the
soft pillowcase. He relished the last kiss against his shoulder
before he felt the mattress wobble and the wonderful warmth disappear
from his back. That wasn’t fair, he thought, only pouting a bit
that Harry didn’t stay nevertheless.

Soft steps on the
wooden floor turned into silence, when the bathroom door closed
quietly. Draco turned around on his back and looked with dozy eyes at
the door across from the bed. He heard the water of the shower and
sighed heavily. The moment was so tempting. Imagining Harry under the
spray of water – naked – made his heart beat faster. But
he stayed in the bed, otherwise, he knew, Harry wouldn’t leave
today for his job.

It was quite astounding that he wasn’t
hung-over. He hadn’t been pissed for quite some time; not that
he wouldn’t have liked to, but no money, no booze, eh? Draco
closed his eyes and let the events of last night replay in his
mind.

The moment…
… when Hermione had opened
the door and had only raised her eyebrow at his sour look and Harry’s
forced smile.
… when he had seen Harry with both twins in
his arms and the adoration in his eyes that one could see why he had
chosen to become a kindergarten teacher.
… when he himself
had held Jason and Helena in his arms and wanted to make them his.
…
when Ron had offered him a glass of fine Laphroaig single malt
whiskey that had quickly turned into… half a bottle, a bottle?
He didn’t know.
… when he had sat behind Harry on the
black motorcycle and…

Draco’s upper body shot up
like a released arrow and his ribs retaliated for the hasty move and
for last night’s awkward position. He cradled his face in both
hands and groaned miserably in mental and physical pain. Not only had
he groped Harry fucking Potter on his bike like a needy whore in
heat, but blown him without shame. The meds, joined with the booze
must have done something to him. He groaned again and slumped back on
the bed, not caring that it hurt again.

The bathroom door
opened and Draco wanted to become one with the mattress. Keeping his
eyes closed he waited for the inevitable, that Harry would drop a
stupid, humiliating comment. The mattress dipped and Draco tensed
when a hand ran over his blanket covered body. He felt Harry’s
breath against his neck and face, it smelled of peppermint
toothpaste, and the aftershave he had used tickled Draco’s
libido.

“I waited for you under the shower.” The
brunette murmured as if he knew what Draco had wanted to do and
kissed Draco’s jaw line from ear to chin. “Are you sure
you’re not hung-over?” Draco heard the hope in the deep,
husky voice and let it squash all those fears that had once again
haunted his mind. He raised his arms and framed Harry’s freshly
shaved face with his hands.

Astoundingly green eyes looked at
him and he wanted to do the same things he had done last night –
except for quarrelling with Harry. Draco raised his head a little and
placed an innocent kiss on Harry’s lips. “Did you use
that aftershave to tease me or the children’s mothers?”
He asked in a light-hearted tone and raised one eyebrow in
question.

“Actually…” Harry smirked. The
pale hands against his cheeks felt warm and wonderful and he didn’t
know if Draco did it subconsciously or not, but the tips of both
index-fingers were time and again brushing against his earlobes and
it made his head mushy. “I planned to tease the mothers a bit
to get you all jealous and angry.”

Draco shoved him
playfully and masked his face with a mock-sulk. “Go, before I
give you jealous and angry.” Harry chuckled and took Draco’s
hands off his face to snog the daylights out of the young blond man
before leaving for work.

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“Good morning,
Mrs McTurner.” Draco bounced into the kitchen, wearing a set of
his newly purchased clothes, with a broad smile plastered on his
face. The sturdy, kindhearted woman was bent over the dogs’
bowls and all three dogs waited patiently next to her until she was
done filling the bowls with dry-food.

“Oh, good morning,
Mr Malfoy.” She said over her shoulder and picked the water
bowl up to fill it with fresh water. The moment she went over to the
tap Ammit, Scylla and Lilith threw themselves at their food. “You
look really happy this morning.” The housekeeper said satisfied
and waddled back to the dogs with some fresh water. Draco smiled
sheepishly and sat down at the table. Within minutes he was
overwhelmed by the breakfast that Mrs McTurner served for him.

“It’s
good to see you like this.” She added and handed him a big cup
of tea, before turning back around and began washing the dishes.

“Mrs McTurner?” Draco timidly asked and watched
her turn around and smile approvingly at him, after seeing that he
really ate without complaining that he wasn’t hungry. She dried
her hands on her pinafore and her smile widened when he bit into his
toast with her homemade strawberry jam on top.

“Yes,
dear?”

“Could I… erm, perhaps floo-call
Hermione Weasley after breakfast?”

“Oh, dear.”
The older woman said and shook her head lightly. “Of course!
You’re living here. I’m just the housekeeper; you don’t
need to ask me for allowance. It’s your home, not mine.”

Draco
sat on his chair, a bit perplex and knew that he stared at her with
wide open eyes. Hopefully his mouth was at least closed. Was he
really at home here? He thought himself the guest…

“Mrs
McTurner?” he asked again and hoped he wasn’t annoying
her too much.

“Yes, dear?” the housekeeper said
with the same warmth as before and smiled that Draco couldn’t
find any irritation in her voice or appearance.

“Would
you like to drink a cup of tea with me and tell me a bit about
Harry?”

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Draco took a bit floo-powder out
of the small pod on the mantelpiece, kneeled in front of the open
fire and threw the powder in the flames.

“Hermione?”
he called after poking his head into the green flames and saying the
Weasley’s address loud and clearly. He heard the chime that
announced his floo-call and half a minute later Hermione walked into
the living room and a smile appeared on her lips after seeing Draco’s
head in the fireplace.

“Draco!” She called
excitedly and the blond was once again amazed that she and Ron
accepted him so easily and seemed even happy to see him.

“Hello,
Hermione.” He greeted her coyly and averted her look.

“It’s
nice to see you so soon again.” The young mother said sincerely
and kneeled in front of her fireplace. “I thought you’d
stay in bed as long as possible and fight against a bad hang-over.”
Draco could hear the teasing in her voice, but kept his head down to
hide the blush that now bloomed on his cheeks. She had hit bull’s
eye with that little, evil comment.

“Hermione, I…
I wanted to apologise for last night. You invited me, even though you
didn’t have to and I behaved like a total Jerk. I’m
sorry.”

“Ah, pish-posh.” Hermione waved it
off with a gesture. “It was more than obvious that you two had
had some differences.” The blond lowered his head again and
felt bad once again. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Really. As
long, as you’re fine again, everything’s okay.”

Draco
was floored. Once again! A lot had apparently changed over the last
three years. “Yeah, I’m fine… we’re fine,
thank you!” Images of the last night flashed through his mind
and he felt hot and cold all over for a second.

“Did
Harry talk to you?” Hermione asked with seriousness that hadn’t
been there seconds ago.

“About?” Draco asked and
frowned at the young mother. He saw the discontent look on her face
and the furrow between his brows deepened. “About?” He
asked again when he got no answer.

“I have no right to
tell you. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be sure you’re okay
with it.” Hermione stammered and looked apologetically at
Draco’s face that she still saw surrounded by flames in her
fireplace.

“Granger, don’t fuck with me.”
The blond growled, feeling the anger rising in him. He knew that
anger let him fall back into his old Malfoy-pattern and that it made
him irrational, but Harry wanted to tell him something and that could
mean anything… everything… and Hermione played the
‘not-my-business’-card.

“Draco,” she
calmly said and Draco wanted to sneer at her. How dare she? “I
can’t tell you…”

“The fuck you
can’t.” A heart-wrenching cry echoed through the Weasley
household and Hermione jumped up from her spot on the floor to run to
the crying one of her children. “Granger!” Draco
yelled.

“I’m sorry, Draco. Jason will wake Helena,
if I don’t look after him.” She called, half-way through
the room.

“Granger! Weasley! HERMIONE!” Draco
yelled, when she left the living room, and fell on deaf
ears..

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“Mr Malfoy, if you don’t stop
pacing, you’ll walk a ditch in the floor. How about some
lunch?” Mrs McTurner asked, sounding a bit desperate. Since he
had ended the floo-call with Hermione, he was pacing up and down the
living room and murmured inaudible things to himself. The housekeeper
hadn’t said a word at first, but after almost two hours she
began to worry about Draco’s mental health.

She didn’t
know what he and the young Mrs Weasley had talked about; she wasn’t
one of those nosy, avaricious housekeepers who sold every story about
their famous employers to the tabloids, but she saw that it had
aggravated the young man immensely and if she interpreted some of the
mumbles correctly it was all about her boss, Harry Potter.

Hopefully
the things she had told him hadn’t triggered this… this…
pacing.
But, thinking back to the conversation they had had this
morning, she couldn’t remember having said anything that would
throw someone into heavy soliloquies.

That she had been
engaged by Hermione Weasley two years ago, because Harry hadn’t
cared about anything and hadn’t cared about living in an
absolute mess, had she told Draco. It had taken some time to win
Harry’s trust, but after a while she had learned that Harry had
lost interest in life until he would find this special someone he
never talked about.

Mr Malfoy had been openly shocked and had
urged her to tell him more. Margaret had been pleased to tell him
about her employer; after all it seemed like they meant a lot to each
other and if she could help to strengthen this perfectly fitting
relationship she was only too willing. She told Draco that she had
practically forced Harry into a long, eye-opening talk to get him out
of his funk. That he needed to get out of the house and start
searching for his missing love or he would never find them. That he
needed to start paying attention to his appearance that he could
impress his love when he found them. And it had worked. Harry Potter
had listened to the words of an old woman.

But, she had said,
and had smiled at the cute blush that had grazed Mr Malfoy’s
cheeks, she had never seen him this happy before now that Draco was
living in the house as well. Even the work as a kindergarten teacher
hadn’t given him this healthy glow all over, although he loved
children.

There hadn’t been said anything to aggravate
Draco Malfoy so much, had there? “Mr Malfoy, please. Why don’t
you take the dogs for walkies?” With the same desperate
undertone. All of a sudden the blond, young man stopped pacing,
nodded curtly at her and stormed off to fetch the leashes for the
dogs. In mere seconds he and the dogs were out of the patio door and
the house was silent.

Time for a cup of tea, the housekeeper
thought with a sigh.

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“Oh, hello, Mr
Potter.” The housekeeper said surprised when Harry walked into
the kitchen. She looked on her watch and realised that she had lost
track of time while bothering her head about Mr Malfoy. “Oh my,
it’s that late already.” She exclaimed and jumped up from
the chair she had been sitting on with vigour one wouldn’t
expect from her.

“Is everything all right, Margaret?”
Harry asked with a frown. It was quite unusual for her being this
absent-minded.

“Yes, yes. Oh, my Winston will wonder
where I am. Dinner is, as always, in the oven.” She bustled
about to clean the already clean table and her tea mug and hurried
out of the kitchen door.

“Where’s Draco?”
Harry asked while following her, still wondering about the
housekeeper’s odd behaviour.

“Oh, he’s
outside with the dogs for quite a while now. He should be back soon.”
Harry groaned mentally; not again! Please, not again the same
disaster as the last time. Mrs McTurner stopped in her hectic
movements, to throw on her coat, and turned towards Harry. “Mr
Potter, I know I’ve no right to say this, but I think you
should talk to Mr Malfoy. He’s a bit nervous today, after he’d
floo-called the young Mrs Weasley.”

“Hermione?”
Harry cried and stared at the older woman with wide open eyes.
Margaret McTurner nodded, as if she hadn’t noticed Harry’s
panicky voice and closed her coat.

“Yes, the young
mother. Goodbye, Mr Potter.” She said, once again hectically
and hurried out of the front door to get home to her husband.

Harry
stared at the closed front door and gulped constrainedly. Well,
Shite!

He heard Scylla howl in the kitchen and tensed heavily.
With the sentence ‘please, don’t let him know yet’
repeating in his mind in a loop, he went over to the
kitchen.

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Draco looked up when he heard the
kitchen door open and schooled his face into an impassive mask.
“Potter,” he said, before the brunette was even half-way
through the door. “we need to talk.” Harry looked at him
with raised eyebrows, but nodded nevertheless. He gestured Draco to
close the patio door and cleaned the dogs’ paws before walking
over to the fridge.

“Beer?” he asked and Draco
wondered for a moment if Harry asked him if he wanted one or if he
called into the fridge and waited for the bottles to call ‘Here’
to find them easier.

“No, thanks, but orange juice would
be nice.” He answered, in hope that Harry had meant him and not
the bottles. He heard a soft grunt in response and sat down at the
kitchen table.

“Ammit take your nose out of the fridge.”
Draco laughed softly and whistled for the dogs to give them the last
treat remnants he had in his pockets. Harry sat down across from him
and put a carton orange juice and a glass, in front of him, on the
table.

“Thanks.” He watched the brunette open his
beer bottle and taking a sip. He opened the cap of the carton and
knew that this time Harry watched him pouring a glass and taking a
sip. “So…” Draco said after a moment of silence
and dragged the syllable while exhaling. “I think you have to
talk a lot now.”

Harry thought the smartest was to play
dumb. He still didn’t know if Hermione had blabbed or not and
he definitely didn’t want to put his foot in it. He answered
Draco with a confused look and inclined his head to the left
side.

“You still owe me an answer and Hermione said you
wanted to talk to me.”

“Not necessarily ‘want’.”
Harry mumbled and waved it off when Draco asked him what he had said.
“You need to promise me something before I tell you anything.”
He said louder, because Draco was meant to hear it.

“Potter,
you’re not in the position to negotiate, you’re still…”
Draco saw the pleading puppy eyes that Harry must have learned from
his own dogs, and sighed heavily. “Fine, spill it.” Harry
thanked him with a small smile and took another swig from his beer to
steel his nerves.

“No matter what I’ll tell you
now, even if it contradicts the things I told you before, I beg you
not to yell at me or leave this room until I’m done. Please,
listen to the whole story before you form a judgement about me or the
things I tell you. Can you do that for me?”

Draco looked
at him with uncertain eyes. His hands played with the empty glass,
spinning it on the table top, and he couldn’t look any longer
at Harry and lowered his eyes to watch the glass. “Will you
take it back that you… erm, like me?” He asked quietly,
sounding quite coy.

The brunette young man smiled sadly at
the wonderful, adorable, cute, insecure man across him, even though
the other couldn’t see it. He put his beer bottle on the table
and pushed his body up, with his hands pressed on the table top. He
leaned over the table and kissed Draco’s forehead lovingly.
“Never.” He said honestly and kissed Draco’s
forehead again when the blond looked finally up at him with his grey,
hope filled eyes. “I love you, Draco Malfoy and nothing and no
one can take that away from me, no matter what.”

Even
though Draco tried to hide it behind his hair, Harry could see the
blush and the small smile on the blond’s lips, when he sat down
across him again. He saw Draco nod and knew that it was time –
he needed to tell him. “Okay, I’ll listen, before I
yell.” Malfoy chuckled and Harry hoped that he would still
laugh after he was done with his ‘story’.

“Well…
erm, before I go far back I should clarify some things.” Draco
nodded and mentally prepared for the worst. He kind of regretted now
that he had declined the beer. “I am no security guard and I
don’t need to take up night shifts to pay the bills. I have
enough money and I still make more.” Draco opened his mouth to
protest, but Harry raised his hand in an appeasing manner. “I
really donated the whole Black fortune, but I’ll pay you off
your share if you ask for it. And just to clear any questions about
that topic… I didn’t tell you about the money…”

“You
lied.” Draco interrupted in a no-nonsense tone and Harry rolled
his eyes.

“Fine, yes, I lied. But I did it, because I
didn’t want you to stay with me because of my money, but
because of me. Can you understand that? At least a bit?”

Draco
didn’t like to be lied at, but who actually did? Harry was
somehow right. He, if he had known of the money, would have thought
about staying with Harry because of the money and would have stopped
thinking the moment his mind had settled with the knowledge that the
man had money and wanted him. But now he had picked Harry, because he
wanted Him; the money was just a nice addition.

Draco nodded,
but kept quiet. Harry contented himself with that little sign of
acceptance.

“You know that more than three years ago
Voldemort was killed.” Draco snorted and looked at Harry with
one raised eyebrow. He was that close to roll his eyes.

“I
know. If you haven’t noticed, I was around when it happened.
And don’t just say, he was killed, when you had been the one
who did it.”

“That’s a matter of
interpretation.” Harry only answered and got slowly up to get
his second beer.

“Get me one as well, will you?”
Draco asked and heard Harry chuckle into the fridge.

“Well,
anyway…” Harry went on, when he plopped down on his
chair. “Voldemort died and you left shortly after.” The
blond saw the pain in Harry’s eyes. “The first year
after, nothing had been different for me.” Draco snorted
mentally. ‘Nothing different for me’ my arse, he thought
when he remembered Mrs McTurner’s story. “Of course
everything had changed for the wizarding world and everyone said that
the dark times were finally over and they celebrated it. I didn’t
want to put a damper on that with my mood and decided for a quiet
life.”

Draco needed to bite the inside of his cheek not
to comment on that choice of words. He had lived the life of a
reclusive that was what Draco read between the lines. The blond
grabbed the bottle, Harry had brought for him, and realised there was
no bottle opener on the table. Harry noticed and with a wave of his
hand the crown cork vanished from the bottle’s opening. He
raised his own bottle in a small toast and took a swig while Draco
raised one brow at him.

“Almost exactly one year after
the lunatic’s death, things… started.” Harry ended
lamely and was prepared for Draco’s look that simply said.
‘Started? No, really? That, of course, explains everything.
Not!’

“I started to get angry about
inanities. I know, I always had problems
with my temper and flipped my lid
much too quickly sometimes, but that was somehow different. All of a
sudden I wanted to hurt people, because I was angry with them.
Draco,” the blond jumped slightly when he heard his name. He
had been listening intently and didn’t expect to be addressed.
“you of all people should know that, no matter how angry I ever
was, I never hurt anyone intentionally. I hurt you badly with the
Sectumsempra spell, I know, but I had been ignorant and dumb and
wouldn’t have used it against you if I’d known the power
behind the spell. You know that, don’t you?”

Draco
took his time to contemplate the said things. He recalled their time
at Hogwarts and needed to grant Harry that. When there was a chance
he refrained from painful hexes and decided for the, still
embarrassing, hexes, curses and jinxes, but they were always painless
and without after-effects. The Sectumsempra ‘incident’ on
the other hand… well, they both had had a bad day back then.
“Yes, I think you were such a Hufflepuff.” He said after
a while and saw Harry’s grin and the gratitude in his
eyes.

But the happiness didn’t last long and the
gratitude vanished quickly again. “Sometimes I wasn’t
myself with all the anger and other times I wanted to slam my head
against any available wall to get this hatred that I feel, out of my
system. I think my friends were scared of me. They never said it”
Harry added quickly and Draco felt the distress that radiated from
him. “but they distanced themselves from me and behaved around
me like I was a ticking time bomb.”

The blond closed his
eyes for a moment and took a sip from his beer that he wouldn’t
roll his eyes or say something inappropriate. He knew that it was
Harry’s moment to get everything off his chest – he’d
had his own, after all, as well, and Golden Boy had listened
patiently to everything he had said. But right now he didn’t
know how long he could take it. Draco thought Harry was jumping
around the bush and repeated himself to stall.

“Hermione
told me once that I was the worst when I thought too much about you
and got upset about your disappearance.”

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