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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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BARKING DOGS DO
NOT BITE

NOT BETAD - NOT BETAD - NOT BETAD - NOT BETAD -NOT
BETAD

Important note at the end!

Chapter 17

No
wonder he had sometimes felt so much raw energy radiating from Harry
and been slightly intimidated by it. Not scared. Never scared. Only
intimidated. Slightly intimidated. Uhum.

“But one thing
I don’t understand.” Draco said and broke a silence that
was about to suffocate Harry. “You might be good, but you can’t
be THAT good. So why didn’t you have any injuries when you came
back in the nights. Or why don’t you sport any scars except for
the one you always had?” He asked curiously.

“You’ve
no idea how good I am.” Harry mumbled too quietly for Draco to
hear and stood up to turn around and finally look at Draco with a wry
smile. His hands went for the button border of his shirt and he
enjoyed the look of confusion and enjoyment on Draco’s face
when he began to unbutton his shirt. “I’ve become much,
much stronger through the part of Voldemort’s power that
transferred on me. But you’re right, I’m good, but not
that good. The injuries heal quite fast, unusually fast actually, but
there remain scars if the injury has been more severe. I glamour
those scars.” The brunette explained and popped open the last
button that the shirt parted and revealed smooth, tanned skin,
stretching over strong, hard muscles.

"I want to see
them." Draco said, almost demanding it without taking his eyes
off the still smooth skin.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes.
"I thought as much." The shirt slipped from his shoulders
and fell to the ground. His hands went to his belt and he heard Draco
squeak in surprise.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Oh, don't worry." Harry said with a devilish grin
and went for the first button of his jeans. "I don't use this as
an excuse to jump you. Even though it's a quite tempting idea."
The jeans fell to the ground and pooled around his ankles that only
his skimpy, black boxer briefs covered his sex. Draco’s cheeks
burned and he felt like a virginal schoolgirl that saw a real man for
the first time, naked. That he had given the same man a blowjob the
other night made it somehow even worse.

Harry flicked his
wrist and the glamour that had rested on him vanished instantly,
leaving the true image of his body behind. Draco’s eyes widened
slightly and wandered up and down Harry’s body. He moved from
the bed and went over to the brunette.

His anatomy hadn’t
changed at all. He was still blessed with a gorgeous, muscular torso
and his face hadn’t lost any of its handsomeness, but the
former unblemished, tanned skin sported now many straight or
zigzag-shaped white lines. Some fresh, pink ones were also visible
and Draco knew that Harry must have gotten them in the time since he,
Draco, lived here.

He walked around the taller man as if
appraising a suit on a dummy and Harry endured it patiently, not
making a sound. With the index-finger of his right hand he followed a
fairly large scar across Harry’s left shoulder blade and felt
the former Golden Boy shiver under his small touch.

“That
one I’ve gotten from a usual carving knife that cut down to the
bone. I had to steady my arm for two weeks and wore a sling all the
time.” Harry explained, without needed to be asked. He knew
every so small scar on his body and how he had gotten it and knew he
would never forget about them, even if he wanted to. They were like
reminders of the pain he endured not to hurt people he loved.

“Only
two weeks?” Draco asked in a whisper and stared at Harry’s
back in amazement. If that knife had sliced down to the bone it meant
that it had cut through the muscles and that Harry must have bled
like a stabbed pig. He tore his look from that particular scar and
focused on another that had already caught his interest when Harry
had dropped his trousers. The tips of his fingers had barely touched
the badly scarred strip across the brunette’s left thigh, when
Harry took a step back. He frowned at his lover and went around him
to look him in the face, but saw him only stare at his feet. Hadn’t
he seconds ago presented his scars as cool as a cucumber?

“You
don’t need to touch them,” Harry mumbled, pressing his
flat hand against the burn scar on his thigh, to hide it. “I
know they’re ugly.” He added self-consciously.

Draco
put his hand on Harry’s and buried his fingers between Harry’s
to link their hands and pull the Golden Boy’s hand away from
the burn scar. “How did you get it?” he asked softly and
ran his fingers over the puckered skin, with his hand still covering
Harry’s. Draco kept his eyes focused on the scar, but saw out
of the corner of his eyes that Harry was looking at their hands and
smiling softly.

“Someone dragged a hot fluorescent tube
across my leg, after tearing my trousers.” Draco’s face
scrunched up in sympathy and he took, unconsciously, a step closer to
Harry. He let go of his hand and touched the scar once more before
running his hand up the thigh until feeling the fabric of Harry’s
pants between his fingers. He played with the waistband without
pulling the pants lower and enjoyed the look of lust that appeared in
Harry’s eyes. By now the former Gryffindor was half hard and
swallowed heavily every time Draco’s fingers dipped into his
pants.

The blond looked openly at Harry’s face and
grinned smugly when Harry’s breath hitched for a moment because
he had taken one step closer again. He noticed the small, horizontal,
white line under his left eye. The one that split his right eyebrow
in two, because no hair grew anymore on the small path of scar
tissue. And the small pink scar at the left corner of his mouth - the
one he had seen before at the breakfast table.

“So, they
don’t use magic?” Harry snorted at that question, but
apologised quickly when he saw the frown on Draco’s face.

“No, they don’t.” He answered while taking
a step back and bending down to pull his trousers back up. It felt a
bit weird to talk about such violent acts with your trousers around
your ankles. “They don’t even know about magic and I
definitely won’t be the one who’ll break news to them.”
He tried to close his trousers, with his erection hindering him quite
a bit, when a hand landed on his and he saw Draco shaking his head
with a dirty smirk gracing his lips.

“Don’t you
think it’s a bit unfair that you have such advantage on your
side?” Draco asked quietly and if Harry wasn’t mistaken
he tried to sound erotically – what worked out perfectly, mind
you.

“Ah, I don’t think so.” The last
syllable came out in a squeak when Draco’s hand landed on his
thigh, quite close to his begging erection. “They all have
their own tricks up their sleeves; mine just differ a bit from
theirs.”

"Uhum." Draco hummed and allowed
Harry to snake his arm around his waist and rest his hand on his bum.
Why, he couldn't tell, but the idea of Harry as a bad boy aroused
him; knowing how much raw energy lingered in that amazing body and
that it only would be used to protect, but never to harm, him. He
knew that Harry could feel his arousal and he wished it would be
enough to make him go wild. He wanted to be grabbed by those strong
arms and thrown on the bed to feel Harry’s strength in a way
his opponents would never be allowed to.

“When’s
your next fight?” He asked in a coy murmur and his eyes, which
were focused on Harry, matched his voice when he peeked through thick
lashes up at the brunette. Only the hand that moved in soft, slow
strokes up and down along Harry’s thigh betrayed the image of
the little, defenceless creature, he tried to portray.

"Draco,
stop teasing me?" Harry said and every word revealed the effort
it took him to get that sentence out.

"Answer my question
and I'll stop." Draco said and pressed his lips against Harry's
Adam’s apple.

"No!" The brunette protested.
Draco pushed slightly away from the broad chest he leaned on, and
looked at Harry in question with one raised eyebrow.

"Well..."
He drawled, when there came no further explanation. Harry countered
the look with his own eyebrows raised, but caved in quickly and
turned his eyes down with an audible sigh. "Fine, I like it when
you tease me, okay?" He admitted and knew that he made a fool of
himself.

The blond young man chuckled lightly and ran his hand
suggestively over Harry's chest. "I think I know that, silly. I
wanted to know about the fight."

“Oh.” The
brunette breathed, feeling even stupider now that he had admitted
something he hadn’t needed to. But Draco leaned up and pressed
a sweet kiss on his lips and everything seemed somehow right again.
“Actually, I, eurm, have to go tonight,” He explained
sheepishly while hugging Draco close to his body. “but if you
don’t want me to…”

“I’ll come
with you.” The blond blurted out, stunning Harry for a whole
minute into silence. He eyed Draco up as if he tried to find visible
symptoms for insanity.

“No, you won’t.” He
answered deliberately, after having given up search.

“Of
course, I will.” Draco huffed and wound his way out of Harry’s
arms. He crossed his own arms in front of his delicate body and
stared calmly at the former Gryffindor; a perfect pout adorning his
mouth.

“No, you won’t. Look,” Harry said
softly, trying to make Draco see reason, when the blond glowered at
him. He ran his hand through the soft blond strands and smiled
indulgently at his lover. “it’s far too dangerous for you
and I don’t want you to get hurt by some idiotic arsehole.”
He let his hand run over Draco’s left cheek and thought he had
him when he saw and felt him rubbing his cheek against his palm. As
if Draco could be so easily persuaded…

"Fine."
the blond answered as softly and turned towards the door.

"Where
are you going?" Harry called out when the blond was about to
leave his bedroom. Draco didn't even bother to stop and turn around,
and instead answering while walking away.

"To my room, of
course, to give you some rest before your stupid fight." Harry
stumbled after him like a berk to hear his every word and
almost fell over the carpet in the
hallway.

"But you promised me something, Draco."
Malfoy bit his lip hard to hide the smirk that showed on his face
after hearing the despair in Harry's words. He was a horny little
bugger, wasn't he?

"I did, didn't I?" He asked, with
his hand on the handle to his bedroom. "I don't feel like it any
more. I think I'm getting a headache." He went in his room, but
left the door open, in a calculating fashion that told everyone who
was bothered enough to use their brains that he was playing with
Harry Potter.

Harry Potter's mind, though, seemed to be on
vacation. He stormed after the lithe blond, taking hold of his wrist
to spin him round. “Don't fuck with me, Draco Malfoy!”
Harry growled, while keeping a tight grip on Draco's wrist. The blond
wasn't quite sure if he rather run for cover or jump the idiot and
start frotting him. This angry Potter was damn arousing. His wrist
was throbbing in pain, but he couldn't care less when he saw those
flipping green eyes full of rage and lust. The pain was somehow
important in that very moment and made it even better.

“I
think we already clarified that I've a headache, so no need to tell
me there will be no sex.” Draco teased, but flinched when Harry
raised his other hand. But instead of the expected slap in the face,
the grip on his right wrist loosened until the warm, strong fingers
were completely gone. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Harry staring
at him.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”
He fumbled with the strap of his wristwatch before running both hands
through his hair and making a mess out of it. “You won't give
up until I'll take you along, will you?” He sighed heavily and
took again hold of Draco's hand. His thump caressed over the bruised
wrist and it healed immediately. “Hit me the next time I hurt
you, 'kay?” He mumbled and lifted the freshly healed wrist to
his lips. Draco gulped forcefully at the sudden tenderness, but
compelled himself to 'tough it out'. He squared his shoulders and
raised one eyebrow.

Harry's shoulders sagged, realising he was
at the end of his tether. “All right.” He sighed heavily
in defeat. “You can come along. But only” his head
snapped up and he looked at Draco seriously, his voice having risen
in volume. “if you'll listen to me, don't get yourself in
trouble and wear a mask as well.” He stared at the blond,
daring him to protest in any way.

“Okay.” Draco
said with a big smile and chuckled at Harry's gobsmacked
expression.

“Okay? No protest? No objections?” He
asked full of disbelief and startled when Draco stepped into his
personal space and snuggled up against his chest. Mistrusting the odd
truce
Harry wrapped his right arm slowly around Draco's slender frame and
frowned suspiciously at the blond shock of hair.

“Why
should I complain? I've just gotten my way.”

{}{}{}

Exactly
seven days ago, in a beautiful flat in the middle of
Vienna:

“Narcissa, please. You need to eat something. I
made the soup myself, so no grubby, little elf mitts have touched
it.” Despite her exhausted condition the blond woman laughed
softly. It was an unusual way Severus Snape took to make her smile,
but it worked every time and she loved him even more for his
endeavours.

She stirred the soup in the small bowl with her
spoon, but didn't even think about taking one bite. Her eyes wandered
from the clear, hot liquid up to the dark, dark brown eyes of her
lover. No wonder that everyone always thought he had black eyes, but
they simply didn't care enough to look closer. For her he had eyes
the colour of the darkest chocolate she knew.

“Severus,
will you do me a favour?” Her voice was soft, void of any
strength and she hated it. She longed to return to the times when her
voice was strong and she could sing for her beloved. Yes, that had
been her happy moments.

“Everything you want. Why do you
still ask?” Another reason why she loved him so much. She was
the only one who knew that particular side of Severus Snape.

“Will
you call the registrar? I finally want to say 'I do'.” She said
softly and expected to see Snape's eyes gleam in delight, but was
profoundly mistaken.

“No, I won't.” The unpopular
Potions Professor declared gruffly and glared at Narcissa as if she
was some Gryffindor.

“Sev.” She admonished him
with a loving voice, knowing very well that it was his form of
self-protection. “It has been your wish for such a long time
now and only because I've felt marred by Lucius I haven't granted
myself my biggest wish. But now that...”

“No! Not
under these circumstances!”

“Don't pout, Severus.
It's unbecoming for a man like you.” Narcissa teased and
chuckled softly when he growled in annoyance. The chuckle turned into
a nasty coughing fit and Snape was up in a moment to support her
frail body.

“Ssh. It's okay. Keep breathing.”
Severus whispered, running his large hand over her head as if she was
a fragile porcelain doll. He called her favourite house-elf that
fluffed her pillows while he held her to his chest in a tight
embrace. He settled her back against the small mountain of soft
pillows and kissed her forehead. No one knew him like that and she
once again felt incredibly special.

“Please, fulfil my
wish.” Lady Malfoy whispered and knew he relented when Snape
rose from his place on the bed with a loud sigh. Without another word
he went to the door, but stopped before leaving the room.

“Very
well, but only if you'll eat your soup now.” He pulled out his
wand and with a short flick of his wrist the serving tray shifted
back to Narcissa and the soup was once again hot.
Clouds of steam
wavered against her face and she could smell the delicious food, but
her appetite wasn't reacting to it. Picking the spoon reluctantly up,
she listened to Severus' powerful, deep voice talking to the right
persons via floo-call. Malfoys always got what they wanted, even if
their biggest wish was not to be a Malfoy anymore. With a wry smile,
she pushed the spoon in her mouth and let the hot liquid run down her
throat. It was a pity she wouldn't have much time to enjoy being Mrs
Snape, her own cowardice had queered her pitch massively.

{}{}{}

“Listen, Draco” Harry said when he
kneeled down in front of his wardrobe and looked up at the blond man.
They had found their way back into Harry's bedroom, but out of the
wrong reasons in Harry's opinion. He was still a bit petulant about
Draco denying him the promised sex so far. Even the nervousness that
his love could get hurt while 'visiting' the warehouse district
didn't dampen his arousal. “this is no joke and I need you to
promise me that you will keep on the mask all the time. All those
people, no matter if fighters or audience, are quite determined to
keep their little hobby a secret. Anonymity and discretion are
vital.”

Draco's eyes lingered on the drawer that had
always been locked so far and listened to Harry's words only
half-heartedly. “Draco, are you listening?”

“Huh?
Yeah, yeah... keep on the mask.” He repeated and stared at
Harry's right hand when it rested on the silver handle of the drawer.
He was the moth and the drawer was the light.

“Draco,
this is important. There are many rich, spoiled persons around. If
they want something, they get it, even if needs to be taken by force.
I won't allow you get taken away from me, so keep that fucking mask
on!” Harry growled and must have hit a sore spot of
Draco's.

“Well, if you would finally give me that
sodding mask, I could wear it, couldn't I?” The drawer glowed
blue and Harry yanked it open with an angry huff. Draco tried to get
a glimpse of the contents, but the brunet reached inside, pulled
something out and pushed the drawer closed again. The mask flew at
him and Draco caught it automatically.

“Put it on. I
want to see if it fits.” Harry demanded and got up from the
floor. The young Malfoy frowned at the behaviour, but kept quiet. Not
knuckling down to Harry, mind you, only avoiding an irritating
argument. He held the mask between both hands and looked suspiciously
at it. It looked well-worn, but free of any gore or grime. He brought
the mask to his face and pulled it over his head. The zip was done up
easily, without catching strands of hair and Draco knew from the very
first moment that he didn't like the feeling of the mask against his
face.

It was too close, it was damn uncomfortable and he felt
as if his head was trapped. He tugged nervously at the long, leathery
ears that hung on each side of the mask and completed the image of a
dog. “Harry, I... do I really need to wear this? I mean, don't
you have another... I could wear the crash helmet all the time, you
know.”

Harry, whose temper seemed to have calmed down,
looked at him with an understanding smile and engulfed him in a hug.
“Don't worry, love, you'll get used to it in no time at all.
Besides, you actually look quite cute.”

“I hope
you know how many taunting lines just popped into my head at that
pervy-disguised-in-compliment comment.” Draco mumbled against
Harry's chest and moaned when the brunet bit his neck in sweet
revenge.

“Gah. Bastard.”

“I know.”

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IMPORTANT NOTE:
I've no idea when I'll be able to post the next chapter. I'm really,
really busy at the moment with work and falling in love with a
wonderful person that I've no time to write anything. I hope you
understand that RL is quite important to me at the moment. Screw
work, but the love guys, The love...
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