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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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Hi
everybody. Christmas is still a whole month away and people around me
are already going mad with it. I hate to see all this red glittering
shit and don't even let me start about annoying, stupid customers...
I'm in a Scrooge-esque mood.

Thank you for every single
review, I've gotten for the last chapter.

BARKING
DOGS DO NOT BITE

NOT BETAD – NOT BETAD – NOT BETAD
– NOT BETAD
(because stupid-me
forgot to send this chapter to Chris)

Chapter 16

The
blond Malfoy stared with his mouth open and complete outrage at the
man he wanted to call his lover. “Are you trying to tell me
that it’s my fault what happened to you? If something happened
to you, that is,…” Draco slammed the beer bottle down
and jumped up from his chair. The dogs snarled and came over to check
on him. “BECAUSE YOU'RE JUMPING AROUND THE FUCKING BUSH!”
Draco yelled. He breathed heavily and stared hard at an astounded
Harry Potter.

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. With
his hand he rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “Sorry. I
shouldn’t yell at you when you want to tell me something
important. Sorry.” He sat down on the floor and pulled Ammit
into a cuddle to calm down.

“No, you’re right.”
Harry said calmly and stood up to join Draco on the floor. He pried
Ammit out of Draco’s arms and pulled the blond man into his lap
– slightly surprised that he didn’t meet with defence.
His arms snaked around the slender waist and pulled Draco’s
back tightly against his chest. “I’m really stalling.”
He admitted, and buried his face in the soft, fragrant, blond hair.
“But I’m scared shitless what you’ll say…”

“But
you didn’t correct that it wasn’t my fault.” Draco
fulsomely pouted to lighten the mood a bit. Harry laughed a real and
happy laugh and kissed Draco’s neck.

“Oh, yeah,
you’re right. How could I forget such important fact?” he
asked teasingly and loosened one arm from Draco’s waist to
seize his chin. He turned the blond’s face gently aside and
looked at him. “It was not your fault.” He said slowly
that Draco would see that he meant every word. “Actually,”
he added after a moment. “I think, the thoughts about you kept
me sane.” Harry leaned forward and captured Draco’s lips
in a kiss.

“You’re stalling again.” Draco
mumbled after some slow, hot kisses, but didn’t show the
slightest inclination to stop Harry when he lightly sucked on his
earlobe.

"It's not stalling. It's seducing." The
brunet whispered and brought his mouth back to Draco's to guide his
tongue along the soft lips. Oh bugger, he could do this all day long
without telling Draco anything even though he slowly got a crick in
the neck from his awkward position.

"Harryyyy."
Draco whined and grumbled irritated when the big Golden Boy smirked
against his lips. "Call it what you want, but you're
procrastinating."

"Fine. Fine. Fine." Harry
sighed and ran his hand through his hair that strands loosened from
his ponytail. He wrapped both arms once again around Draco's waist
and was intent on staying in that position for as long as possible.
He snuggled up to Draco's back and positioned his legs indian style
that his blond love sat in the gap.

"Oh, come on."
Draco poked Harry slightly with his elbow. "It can't be that
bad." The brunet said nothing and didn't let go of the other
young man. He inhaled heavily, held the breath for a moment and
exhaled loudly to calm his frazzled nerves. Not that it was Draco's
fault. He needed to know the truth. It would be no good to keep any
secrets from the man he wanted to spend his life with, even if that
sounded a tad corny.

"Do you remember the night when we
met in the warehouse district?" Harry asked gloomily and saw the
blond head nod.

"Of course I do. You saved my arse back
then and received quite the nasty bashing. And you wore this
ridiculous..." Draco's head whipped around, nearly bumping
together with Harry's, and he stared at the brunet with big, round
eyes. "It's about this strange mask, innit?"

Harry
chewed at his lower lip and averted Draco's eyes. "It's... yes,
yes the mask has to do with it." He knew that he now had the
blond's full attention, when he shifted and struggled until he faced
Harry and his legs rested on either side of the brunet.

"Go
on." He said with a severe face and Harry felt a bit
scrutinised, but he couldn't ask Draco to look away or ask what he
was staring at, could he?

"It all began about eighteen
months ago. I could even tell you the exact date, if I would ask
Mione or Ron. It was the night when they told me that they would get
married. I was really happy for them, but at the same time I got
incredibly angry and freaked out once again." Harry lowered his
head and stared at Draco's belt buckle that peeked out under the
blond's shirt. "I was jealous... so damn jealous that they had
each other, while I wanted you and couldn't have you." He jumped
slightly when two arms wrapped around his neck, but he snuggled
against Draco's chest and smiled happily when a kiss was pressed to
the top of his head.

"I was able to suppress the anger
long enough to leave and jumped on my bike to drive the rage away. I
ended up in this warehouse district we've met some days ago, and
began to smash with my magic the windows of some houses I walked
along. Well, as luck would have it, I came across a warehouse were
the light was burning and..."

"Your stupid
Gryffindor courage forced you to have a look if, by any chance,
someone was in dire need of some hero." Draco butted in and
grinned goofily at Harry's mop of hair. The former Golden Boy pushed
slightly away from Draco's chest and looked sheepishly at his lover.
He shoved his hands under the soft shirt and seized the slender waist
with both hands. "Harry." Malfoy warned quietly.

"No,
not exactly the Gryffindor courage." The brunet answered,
completely ignoring Draco's small warning. He held his hands still on
the hips and let only his thumbs caress over the sharp bones. "It
was more like... hoping that there were some idiots that were up to
no good that I could beat the shite out of them.” Harry saw the
astonishment in Draco’s grey eyes and lowered his own pair
quickly. “I told you I was mental.” He mumbled and
snuggled back against Draco’s chest.

His legs began to
prickle and he stretched them out to get some relief. He accidently
nudged Lilith with his right foot and the boxer growled angrily that
she had been waken so rudely. “Sorry, lo-ove.” The
apology turned into a moan, when Draco’s legs wrapped around
his hips and tightened that their groins rubbed together.

“Go
on.” Malfoy said once again coolly. Just the smirk on his face
revealed that he knew what he did to Harry.

“But.”

“I
could get up if you want me to.” The blond lightly gibed and
wriggled his bum in Harry’s lap to get comfortable.

“No.
You’re a fucking tease.” Harry grumbled in response and
tried to suppress, or at least ignore, the feelings
that Draco stirred in him. “Why do you do this, when I should
tell you something?” Harry almost whined, when he felt the
blood rushing down to his groin, and thought that it was quite a
legitimate question.

“Don’t you want me here?”
The blond asked poutingly and glanced at Harry, who had raised his
head at the question, with huge, well-practised puppy eyes. Draco
knew that he was a bloody tease, but he did it for Harry. Only for
Harry. That the ex-Gryffindor wouldn’t get all worked up about
the memories and would keep his calm.

“Of course do I
want you right here, but I can’t tell you this and want to shag
you senseless on the kitchen floor at the same time. I’m not
that capable of multitasking.”

“Well,” Draco
drawled the word fulsomely, with a cocksure smirk on his lips. “one
thing at a time. The quicker you tell me, the quicker you can
perhaps…” Draco left the sentence unfinished and saw
Harry’s intense look and the small tongue that darted out to
moisten the brunet’s lips.

“The warehouse was
locked” the brunet went on in a strained voice. “and I
got angrier about it and started banging on the roller shutter. I
completely disregarded the fact that a group the size of an entire
football team could come out, armed to the teeth and strike me down
easily.”

Harry smiled sheepishly at Draco, but the blond
felt his stomach lurch about at the image that appeared in his head.
It was a bit unusual for him to feel like that about another person -
that protective. Just his mother had so far risen those feelings in
him, but back then he'd been the stronger one, the bigger one. And
now? Now, he sat in Harry Potter's lap and felt strong, muscular arms
around his emaciated, unsexy, weak body. How should he, Draco Malfoy,
protect a hero, THE hero?

"But I was a lucky bastard."
Harry said with a big grin and didn't notice the relief that went
through Draco. "The door in the roller shutter opened and a man
like a bear came out, looking like he wanted to prove that he was
worse than the feared football team."

"You are not
helping here." Draco said in a light sing-song voice and
glowered at Harry, his idea about distracting Harry, already
forgotten. He heard and saw the brunet chuckle and loosened his legs
from his hips.

"Hey, no need to flee. I'm happy that
you're worried, but it's in the past and I'm sitting in front of you,
don't I, so I'd survived, eh?" Draco nodded dully and chewed at
the inside of his lower lip. Listening to Harry's story made him feel
like he was in some bloody film - how do muggles call it ones again?
Thriller? - and something really bad would happen every moment.

"Can we go upstairs? I don't want to sit here any
longer." Harry smiled indulgently and only flicked his wrist
once, before they landed on the master bed with a soft thud. Draco
didn't even ask any more how he did that. He climbed out of Golden
Boy's lap, lay down on the bed and waited until Harry lay down next
to him, before he snuggled up to his side and slung the right leg
over Harry's right one. It only took a couple of moments until he
heard the dogs on the stairs. The door was pushed energetically open
and twelve paws stomped on the wooden floor of the bedroom.

"Should
we stop?" Harry asked softly, with his face so close to Draco's
and tore Draco out of his thoughts that circled around the dogs,
their sleeping places and Harry's warm body.

"I... eh...
no. I want to know." He saw the small nod and gulped forcefully.
Did he really want to know?

"The bloke asked me what I
wanted. Okay, his words were more profane, but it sums it up quite
good." How could Harry smile about such things, Draco wondered
and listened to the, nonetheless cute sounds in silent disbelieve. “I
asked what was going on inside that house and in return he asked me
how that would be my fucking business. I told him I wanted inside and
have a look and he laughed at me. Well, the end of that encounter was
that I ended up in the warehouse and he, his name’s Robert by
the way, ended up with a dislocated shoulder and a broken shoulder
blade.”

“Oowww.” Draco groaned in empathy.
The very idea sent sparks of phantom pain through his shoulder blade
and he touched his right shoulder carefully.

“He had
asked for it.” Harry reasoned coldly, but at the same time
turned his head to place a gentle kiss on Draco’s head. “And
don’t worry, it’s all healed and fine for quite a while
now and Robert and I get perfectly along.” Draco didn’t
know what he should say or how he could comment on that, therefore he
chose the easy way and shut the fuck up – for now. “So…
where was I? Oh, yeah, right… I went into the warehouse and
was confronted with something I thought only existed in the twisted
minds of script writers.”

The only remaining Potter
offspring sat all off a sudden up and pushed a displeased Draco
Malfoy from his body. “Have you ever seen Fight Club?” He
blurted out and looked at his lover with raised eyebrows. Draco took
his time to sit up, smoothing his button-up shirt and eyeing Harry
with one arrogantly raised eyebrow.

“What do you think,
eh?” He asked haughtily and hoped that Harry wouldn’t
notice his embarrassment. He had lived for three sodding years in the
muggle world and had not the slightest idea what Harry was talking
about. Fight Club? Should that be taken literally? Or was it some
slang he had been left out?

"I think you've no idea what
I'm talking about." Draco felt his ego deflate like a pricked
balloon. He shoved his lower lip out into a sulk and looked at Harry
with accusing eyes. "Aww, don't worry." Harry tried to
console with a slight teasing undertone and pulled Draco back down on
the bed. His left hand twisted in the fabric of Draco's soft shirt
and tried to unbutton it roughly, while he coaxed Draco into a hungry
kiss.

“Don’t even dare think that you could
distract me like that - again.” Draco grumbled and pressed his
palms against Harry’s firm chest, but he didn’t find the
mental strength to push him away, when a big hand possessively palmed
his manhood with incredible, yet painless, vigour. “Harry,
please.” Draco whined, dragging the last word and bunching his
assaulter’s
shirt with his hands. “Stop. I really want to know.” He
exclaimed and pushed Harry finally away.

Draco saw the small
wrinkles forming at the corners of Harry’s eyes and mouth when
he tightened his lips and narrowed his eyes. He once again told
himself that he wouldn’t be scared of Harry sodding Potter.
There was nothing to be scared of. Harry rubbed with both hands over
his face and took one deep breath. He looked at Draco with calm eyes
and bit his lower lip bashfully.

“Sorry. Now that I have
you, I just can’t keep my hands off of you.” The brunet
mumbled and laughed quietly when Draco’s eyebrows rose. “I
won’t get out of this, will I?”

“Why do you
ask all the while questions, you already know the answers for?”

"You
can't blame a man for hoping to be proven wrong." Harry said
with a stupid grin on his face and could, once again, not leave his
hands off Draco, running his hand slowly up and down over the blond's
trouser-clad leg. He saw the doubting look of Draco and wondered if
he'd be pushed again away.

"What man? I see none."
Draco gibed with an evil smirk and leaned back on the bed, enjoying
the look of disbelief on Harry's face.

"Don't blow it
with me. I warn you. Or I’ll need to prove what a man I am."
Harry answered, thinking that two could play the game. He wanted to
lie back on the bed and snuggle up to Draco, but decided against it,
knowing that he would never get done with telling Draco, if he got
his hands on him. And the blond devil had promised him something
when he was done with his 'explanations'. He threw his legs over the
edge of the bed and stared at the small rug that lay on the wooden
floor at the end of the bed. With his back turned to Draco he could
perhaps get it over with.

"The warehouse was one big hall
and it was filled with many people that were seated in seat rows
around an unusual boxing ring." Draco frowned at the mention of
a boxing ring. He knew a boxing ring. What could be so unusual
about them? The blond sat up and leaned against the head-board to
keep an eye on Harry's back. “The ring was surrounded with a
two metre high mesh wire fence and only through a small, I’d
call it a flap, you got into the ring. I really thought I was caught
in another dimension.” Harry said and shook his head, still in
disbelief what he had seen and that he was a part of it now. Draco
hung on his every word and didn’t even notice that he leaned
further forward with every new sentence that left Harry’s
mouth.

“People were cheering and yelling and cursing
while two men were in the ring, seemingly trying to kill each
another. They all went completely crazy while the men used different
objects to strike the most painful blows. I’ve to admit I
watched the whole scene in fascination and couldn’t turn my
eyes away until I was seized from behind and dragged out of the
warehouse.”

All of a sudden the brunet jumped up from
the bed, turned around and kneeled on the mattress to snatch one of
Draco’s hands in his. Draco proverbially jumped out of his skin
at the unexpected moves and hit is head on the wall behind the
backrest, when he leaned back in a hurry. With his free hand he
rubbed the tender spot, while looking into Harry’s pleading
eyes. His hand was squeezed tightly and an unsettling feeling of
dread built in his stomach.

“Draco, baby, you need to
believe me. I only agreed cos I was at a loss. I couldn’t
handle it any more and needed something akin to a valve to vent my
anger I felt all the time. I didn’t… I don’t want
to hurt my friends someday just because I couldn’t control
myself.”

They stared at each other with big eyes. The
grey pair full of disbelief, the green pair pleadingly and anxious.
“You fight, don’t you?” Draco asked quietly after a
while, his voice matter-of-fact. “You participate in illegal
fights to let off some steam and at the same time you’re a
kindergarten teacher?!” He had said the sentence, but wasn’t
sure if he meant it as a question or conclusion and if he could
believe his own words.

Harry lowered his head, feeling shame
he didn’t understand, but he wouldn’t let go of Draco’s
hand, no matter what. “I… I… yes. Some guys had
dragged me out of the warehouse and a bald, skinny man stepped in
front of me, with Robert by his side. He introduced himself as Mr
August and asked me if I had done that to Robert. I really thought he
would pull a gun any minute and shoot me in the head. After all, the
two giants were still holding me in a tight grip. I felt my anger
showing once again and told Mr August that I’d do the same to
him if his two thugs wouldn’t let go of me.”

“He
only chuckled.” Harry went on and growled when the emotions
from that night re-awoke in him again. He felt Draco’s hand
twitch in his bigger one and lifted it to press a soft kiss to the
palm. He cradled the pale, slender hand in his two as if it was the
most precious he owned in that very moment and drew with his thumbs
small circles on the open palm. “He threw one arm over my
shoulders and gently forced me to follow him.”

“You
have a lot of anger in you, boy, he had said. What d’you think
about making some money out of it, he had asked and I understood
immediately. He was the organiser of these events and wanted me to
fight for him.” Harry looked up at Draco with determination,
because he knew he’d make the same decision now, he had done
back then, if someone would ask him again. “And I said yes
without giving it a moment’s thought.”

Draco
slowly pulled his hand out of Harry’s grip and even though the
brunet wanted to snatch it back, he suppressed that urge and gave
Draco some space that he apparently needed. He stemmed his arms on
the mattress and pushed his body off the bed to leave. “Where
are you going?” Draco asked quietly and looked at Harry with
raised eyebrows.

The former Golden Boy turned around, a bit
flustered, and looked at some spot above Draco’s head. “I…
thought you wanted to be alone… for a bit.”

“Ha!
Do you really think this discussion is already over, Potter? I won’t
let you that easily off the hook. Sit.”

Harry frowned a
bit at the sudden drawl in the blond's voice. "No, I just wanted
to give..."

"Potter, shut up and sit back down."
He decided to listen to Draco's demand, hoping to soothe
the young Malfoy and saving the…
whatever they had. He honestly hoped it would turn into a real
relationship. Harry took his seat back on the bed and stared again at
the small rug in front of his bed. He felt Draco shuffle on the big
master bed, but didn't dare turn around in fear of the emotions he
could perhaps see on Draco's face. Disgust, anger, contempt... who
knew what someone would feel after hearing that story.

Well,
Hermione and Ron had been more concerned and shocked than disgusted
when they had forced the truth out of him. They had pestered him
until he confessed, after they had become suspicious about his
missing temper tantrums and his far more relaxed and mellowed out
demeanour.

"What's with the kindergarten?" Draco
asked incoherently and a small smile appeared on Harry's face when he
thought about his small girls and boys and the love he received from
them.

"I always liked children. They are still free and
light-hearted in their spirit and when I'm with them I forget about
my problems for a while. I actually always wanted to work in a job
that has to do with children, but after I inherited
some of Voldemort's power and anger when I killed him, it was out of
question. About half a year after I began fighting I thought I was
finally able to try it and became a kindergarten teacher. I'm still
an apprentice, but it's all the same for me."

"So,
you are telling me that you’re beating people up for money, but
you actually don’t need the money cos you’re filthily
rich, what means you beat them up for your sadistic satisfaction,
because since you killed Voldemort you feel a lot of pent-up, wild
anger in you and you need to get rid of it not to hurt your friends
and the children you’re working with?”

Harry
contemplated that rather long sentence for a moment before nodding.
“In a nutshell.” He mumbled and fumbled with the
bedspread, picking at non-existent lint.

“Is that why
you don’t ever use a wand anymore?” Harry nodded mutely,
without lifting his eyes. “I see.” Was Draco’s only
response and the room fell silent, only the sniffing of the dogs was
audible.

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So, the big secret's out and you finally
know what's going on, what doesn't mean that it'll be the end of the
story soon. There's still some plot left in my mind that needs to be
written.
I think I ended this chapter with no cliffy this time,
did I? I hope you liked it and aren't disappointed by Harry's secret.
I'm waiting for your opinions.
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