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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

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Chapter 03

The sun did something to him. Although he knew how
fucked up his situation was a small smile didn�t want to leave his lips. He
closed his eyes, tilted his head back and relaxed. He knew his carelessness
could get dangerous, what had Mad-Eye always said �Constant Vigilance�, but
right now he needed this too much to give a damn.

He listened to barking dogs, quacking ducks that swam in St. James�s Park Lake,
chatter of people that walked past him or sat on the lawn. Even the screaming
and laughter of kids didn�t annoy him at the moment. Nothing could bring him
out of this zen-like state.

Except for a ball that hit him in the head.

�OW!� Draco yelped and rubbed his left temple where the ball had hit him. He
looked around and spotted the culprit being picked up by a small girl. �I�m
sorry, mister.� She said and looked with rueful big brown eyes at him, her
brown curly hair covering her face partly when a gust of wind whooshed along.

�Cassie, what have you done?� A male voice called exasperated. Draco looked up
from the girl and felt his eyes turn big and round, like those of the girl.
None other than Harry bloody Potter stood in front of him. Was she� was this
cute girl his daughter?� �I�m so sorry.� Potter said to him, but looked still
at the girl. �Did you get hu� Draco?�

All right, the ball had damaged something inside his head. He had heard his
first name rolling of Potter�s tongue.

�Potter.� He drawled. His eyes scanned quickly over the form of Golden Boy, but
didn�t find anything to comment on. And he would definitely not tell Potter
that he thought he looked good in his dark jeans and overcoat.

�Apologise to the nice man.� Potter said to the girl and Draco thought he
needed to see a doctor. Nice man?

�No need, Potter. She apologised already.� The brunette looked with raised
eyebrows at the girl that nodded frantically.

�All right, Cassie, you can go to the others, but no such thing again. And
don�t run too far, I want to see you. All of you!� Cassie nodded and ran over
to a group of seven children, all her age. Potter sat down next to him and
looked at him.

�Are you okay?�

�Yes, I�m fine.� Draco said and kept his look ahead to watch the children.

�You sure? You look tired.� Potter�s hand shot up and
stroked over his hurt temple. How could this happen? Why did Potter decide to
go in his park? There were seven other Royal Parks and hundreds of other small
parks scattered all over London.
Why his park? And why did he touch him so intimately?

�Is that� I mean, is she� is that girl your daughter?� Draco asked after a
while, when his mind had registered the silence between them. But did he ask
THAT? He had no right to snoop in Potter�s private life.

�Cassandra?� The brunette asked and Draco could hear
slight shock waver into the word. �Heaven forbid!� Draco suddenly felt lighter,
almost relieved. �I love that girl, really, but I wouldn�t survive one day with
her mother. No, I�m her kindergarten teacher.�

Malfoy knew he looked a bit daft when he stared at Potter with his mouth
hanging open, but he didn�t care and broke into fits of laughter. �Yes, of
course.� The blond chuckled. He hadn�t had such a good laugh in a long time.
�And what�s with the dog-mask the last time? Is that part of some new
innovative education method or did I just discover the saviours secret, dirty
fetish?� The last part was purred in a seductive tone to tease.

But the purr stuck in his throat when he saw Potter�s look. The same warmth he
had seen before in brown eyes reflected now in green eyes and he finally could
see the smile that had been hidden the last time. �You�re beautiful when you
laugh.� He didn�t just say that, did he?, Malfoy
thought flabbergasted. �But I mean it, I�m the kindergarten teacher of the
eight children you see over there.�

�Muggle children?� Draco asked the first question that
came to his mind, but the disbelief was still edged into his face and voice.

�Of course, how many wizards do you think would want their children in the
kindergarten group of the �saviour�?� Harry almost spat the word in disgust.

�Makes sense.�

�Harry! Harry! Harry!� The girl that had hit his head with a ball, came over to them and almost fell in her enthusiasm.
Potter leaned forward and caught her with ease.

�What�s wrong, Cassie?� He helped the girl finding her balance and let go of
her again.

�We want to play football with you. Please, Harry.� The little girl asked and
grabbed the brunette�s hand and tried to drag him to his feet.

�I�m sorry, I can�t play football with you now.� The
girl�s face fell and her lower lip was pushed out in a cute pout. �I was about
to buy Draco some ice cream.�

�You what?� Draco shrieked in indignation. Cassie�s
eyes lit up and she clapped her hands.

�Really? Can I have some ice cream, too, please?�

�Do you think that�s fair towards the others?� Harry asked, watching the
blond�s dumbstruck expression out of the corner of his eyes and his smile
turned into a smirk.

�I� I�ll get the others, yes? Then we all can have ice cream.� Cassie said
excitedly and ran back to the playing kids without waiting for an answer.

�Potter!� Draco growled. �What are you up to?� Harry
finally allowed Draco to see the smirk on his lips, but his eyes didn�t show
anything nasty, only the warmth that slowly began to unsettle Draco.

�Oh, come on, Draco.� When did he become �Draco� for Potter? �I can hear the
rumble of your stomach.� The former Slytherin had the decency to blush. �And I
can�t take you out for dinner until my shift is over and I return the children
back to the kindergarten.�

Malfoy gapped like a fish out of the water. �What? Take out? Dinner?�

�How cute� did you just learn one-word sentences?� Draco glared daggers
at Potter.

�Funny, Potter � NOT! You don�t need to treat me to dinner. I�m fine on my
own.� Harry leaned a little closer � Draco�s eyes widened in surprise � and
stretched his hand out to caress Draco�s slightly swollen temple once again.

�Take it as an apology for your injury.�

�There�s nothing injured.� Draco said coldly, also he wasn�t that sure about
that statement anymore. He felt as if he was hallucinating, otherwise he
couldn�t explain Potter�s behaviour or his own, that he didn�t freak at
Potter�s touches, either.

This was all so confusing. No, �confusing� didn�t express the seriousness of
the problem correctly. Draco was beyond confused.

Sunday he had met Potter. Potter had saved him, he had patched Potter�s wounds
up, but the prick hadn�t paid him a second glance. Also, Draco had to admit,
Golden Boy had been nice all the time, had even offered him the guest room and
money. But today the bloke seemed to be someone else. Well, he was still Harry
bloody Potter and he was sickly nice, but it seemed that he was flirting with
Draco, wasn�t he?

All the touching and ice cream and didn�t he say something about dinner? Draco
didn�t want to impose on other people, not anymore since he had left everything
behind three years ago, but he was horribly hungry and completely skint and
there was no money in sight at the moment.

�Draco. Draco? Draaaaacoo!� Potter snapped his fingers
in front of his face and the blond jerked out of his thoughts. Eight little
muggle children stood in front of him and looked at him in awe. Potter sat
still next to him and looked a bit worried. �You really need some food, if you
get lethargic.�

He scowled at Potter. �Okay, let�s get going. Boys, you know what to do.� The
small boys nodded and each one took the hand of one girl and they lined up in
twos. The kindergarten teacher took Draco�s hand and pulled him from the bench.
�Let�s go.�

The children got going and waffled happily on, mostly about what ice cream they
would pick. Malfoy wound his hand out of Potter�s and scowled a bit. How dare
he? He walked next to Potter in silence, but it didn�t seem to bother Golden
Boy.

He smiled all the time, watched the eight children, but Draco could feel his
eyes on him once in a while.

Harry Potter was suddenly more of a mystery than he�d already been at school
and through war. The bad thing about this mystery, for Draco, was that he was
intrigued by it and wanted to fathom the same.

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They had settled down in a small caf�. Draco and Harry had knocked together two
tables that the children could sit together and now Potter was gone to order
and had left the blond alone with eight staring children. He only felt a little
bit scrutinised.

Potter came back, sat down next to Draco and suddenly no one was staring
anymore. Those children were only four years old and were already quite shifty.
He didn�t even want to think about them getting older.

�Harry?� asked the little girl that sat on the other side of Potter. She had
stunning blue eyes and her dirty blond hair was lovingly plaited at the back of
her head.

�Yes, sweety?� Harry asked and leaned towards the
girl, when she gestured him that she wanted to whisper in his ear.

�Who�s the pretty boy?� the girl tried to whisper, but failed and Draco�s eyes
widened noticeably. He loved compliments, but from a four year old? Besides, he
wasn�t pretty. He was gorgeous, handsome, stunning, maybe
even beautiful if the last three years haven�t strained him too much, but he
definitely was not pretty.

�He�s pretty, isn�t he?� Harry whispered that no one except the girl heard it
and she nodded enthusiastically. �Holly, it�s rude not to ask him personally.�
The Golden Boy said louder, but winked at the girl. �But now that you�ve
already asked�� he looked over to Draco and saw the scowl on the pale features
when he grinned.

�That is my friend Draco Malfoy.� The blond thanked god that he sat or he might
have dropped to the floor. �He�ll move into my home today.�

�Really? Can I move in too?� Holly asked and her
question was followed by many �Me too�s?� from the other kids. The ice cream
was served and the children forgot anything about their plans of moving in with
their kindergarten teacher and looked instead with huge, happy grins at their
respective favourite flavoured ice cream.

Harry took the chance and looked at Draco. The Slytherin had remained silent
since he had announced that the blond should move in his house and it was
totally unlike him. He�d thought Draco would throw a fit � a huge fit, and the
silence unsettled Harry a bit.

The blond stared at him, his face not showing any emotion. He didn�t even mind
the plate with waffles and warm cherries the waitress had placed in front of
him. Harry had decided on something more substantial than ice cream and wanted
to surprise Draco, but apparently his former statement had spoiled it.

He�d wanted to laugh it away as a joke, if Draco would have freaked out, but
hope at the same time that he would move in nevertheless. But this� this was
new territory for him. �Draco?� he asked tentatively and wished he hadn�t.
Blue-grey eyes focused on him with old hatred, Harry had thought they couldn�t
hold anymore.

�Don�t, Potter.� The blond hissed. �If it weren�t for eight innocent children
sitting at this table I would shove one of my chair legs up your arse.� Harry
gulped mechanically when he noticed the honesty in the words.

�Draco, it was just a joke. I was having you on.�

�DON�T!� Draco thundered and all eyes in the caf� turned towards him. He had
jumped up in his rage and didn�t care about the looks he received. �How dare you make fun of my situation?�

�Draco?� One of the girls asked cautiously and both men looked at her.
�Are you mad at Harry?�

�Cassie, not now, it�s�� Harry tried to silence her that Draco wouldn�t yell at
her, but the blond interrupted him and he sighed in defeat.

�It�s okay, Potter.� Malfoy said with a voice that
could cut glass and Harry knew Cassie would cry if
Draco would talk to her with such voice. �Yes, Cassandra, I�m mad at Po-
Harry.� Draco said to the small girl, but in a much warmer tone that made Harry
a bit jealous.

�Harry always says that if we upset someone we should apologise and give them a
hug.� Draco groaned in disbelief and slumped back down in his chair. There
bubbled so many emotions inside of him and he didn�t know which one he should
let win and surface, that he decided to be indifferent
until someone triggered one of the emotions.

He saw the waffles in front of him and grabbed a fork. His hunger and appetite
gone, he only ate the waffles in good sense to have eaten anything all day and
kept a scowl on his face.

�Harry. Harry.� Holly, the girl next to Golden Boy, whispered this time
successfully. Despite his low spirits Harry leaned towards her.

�What�s wrong, Hol?�

�When you�ve apologised to Draco, you can give him this.� She pulled a red
heart-shaped lollypop out of her pocket and handed it Potter. He took the
lollypop and could even smile a bit at the cute gesture.

�Thank you, sweety, I�ll do that.�

They left the caf� after a while, but Draco had no chance to leave immediately
and hide in the library. Two children, a boy and a girl, clutched his hands
tightly and didn�t want to let go, no matter how much he tried. He didn�t want
to yell at the children or get aggressive. He knew good
enough what that could do to a child. Therefore he sighed and resigned himself
into his fate and brought the children together with Potter back to their
kindergarten.

�Draco, I�m really sorry.� Harry tried again to apologise after they had said
goodbye to the children and now stood outside the building.

�Don�t call me that all the time. I don�t want to hear a word anymore.� The
blond snarled and stepped on the pavement.

�But I�m really sorry, I didn�t mean to upset you.�
Harry called out and followed Draco. The blond spun around and looked Potter
straight in the eye, for the first time he realised that they were about the
same height. The Gryffindor must have had an extreme growth spurt after
Hogwarts and he was brawnier than Draco, but that did he know since last Sunday
night.

�You didn�t mean to upset me? So, what do you call making fun of my living
situation then?� Draco yelled, finally feeling the anger that had suddenly
vanished inside of him earlier.

�I didn�t make fun of your living situation.� Harry mumbled. �I want that you
move in with me.� He saw the blond�s eyes widen. �But when you sat completely
paralysed in the caf�, I thought it would be the best to dismiss it as a joke,
because I thought you didn�t like the idea.� The saviour of the wizarding world
admitted sheepishly.

�And why the bloody hell didn�t you just fucking ask me if I�d move in?� Draco
asked disbelievingly.

�Erm, would you like to move in with me?� Harry asked with puppy eyes.

�Of course not.� Malfoy replied haughtily and held his
head high, Harry�s face fell and he sighed heavily.

�I kind of expected that now, but why not?�

�Potter, just think about it for a moment. Be realistic. We haven�t seen each
other for three years. We haven�t liked each other back then, not even the war
changed anything about it. We�ve only met four days ago, in a very strange
situation. You don�t know me, I don�t know you and we
probably hate each other still. And you want me in your house? Potter, that
wouldn�t work.�

�Draco, I� sorry, but I won�t stop calling you by your first name. You helped
me a lot against Voldemort and I want to help you now. I can see that you�ve
nowhere else to go. You wear the same clothes from Sunday night. And I think my
girls would be quite happy to have you around when I�m off to work. Besides,
those jerks that were after you can�t find you at my house.� Harry inhaled
deeply. He had spoken as fast as possible to be done before Draco would explode
again.

The last fact triggered something in Draco�s mind. He didn�t need Potter�s pity
or indemnification for his help in the war. That had been long ago; a closed
chapter of his life. But that he could hide day and night from his ex-boss
until he�d find a job to earn money and leave the country, sounded appealing.
And the dogs were cute, too.

�Okay.� Harry�s eyes widened in a comical way and his eyebrows vanished behind
his bangs.

�Really? You� you agree? That�s great.� Harry said and
opened his arms with a broad grin on his face.

�Don�t you dare hug me now!� Draco exclaimed and
lifted his arms in defence, but his tone was playful. Potter dropped his arms
and the blond wasn�t sure if he saw a small pout on the full lips, instead of
the former grin.

�Here,� Harry grabbed inside his pocket and took out the lollypop. �this is for you.� The Slytherin looked at the heart-shaped
lollypop with his mouth slightly open. �It�s from Holly. I�m supposed to give
it to you when I�ve apologised. Draco�s shock vanished quickly and he took the
sweet out of Potter�s hand.

�Those children are weird, Potter; Are you sure you don�t rub off on them?�
Harry shoved him playfully.

�Come on, let�s grab some takeaway food and drive home.�

Home? Draco repeated the word in his mind. Was he
really going to have a home again? After three years of feeling like a guest or
intruder everywhere he went or stayed. He found himself badly wishing that it
would work somehow. Even with his school enemy.

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