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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

Beta: Chris

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Chapter 04

They went down the street to a small Chinese takeaway and Potter seemed to be a
regular customer for he was greeted friendly with his name and the lady behind
the counter asked if he wanted the usual.

Draco just went with the same that boy wonder had picked and waited until
Potter paid and handed him a plastic bag with white cartons. Nervousness was
eating his guts away and he didn�t know why. He had lived with other people
before, the last months he even had needed to share a room with three others.

Now he�d get his own room and became more nervous the closer he came to
Potter�s car? They went the same way back they�d come and came quickly closer
to the kindergarten.

�Potter, where did you park your car?� Draco asked in mild annoyance. Even
though his guts were in a vice grip of nerviness, the food smelled too good and
he felt hungry again that he finally wanted to eat.

�Who said something about a car?�

�Oh.� Draco said with some disappointment. �So we take the tube? Or a taxi?� he
added hastily with some hope. He wasn�t in the mood to ride the tube right now.
Too many people, too little space, too little air. No
chance to eat his meal without loosing a bit of dignity and earning a stain on
his only pair of trousers.

The last crossing before the kindergarten they turned left. �Nope.�
Harry finally said. �No car, no taxi, no tube, only my machine.� They stopped
in front of a black motorcycle and Draco�s eyes bulged a bit in fear.

�Are you frigging kidding me?� He screeched. �What are you? Some
bad-ass motherfucking rock star?� The blond asked in faked American
accent and his eyebrows scrunched together.

Harry laughed loudly that you could hear the true joy in his voice. �No, I�m a
kindergarten teacher. Here, you can have my crash helmet?�

�C-crash helmet? What? Nononononono. NO, I won�t
ride such a mean machine.� Harry laughed again. He straddled the black beauty
and kicked the kickstand aside.

�Hm, I like that name, I think I�ll keep it for her.�

�Her?� Draco asked astounded. �Your motorcycle is female? Damn it, Potter, is
everyone around you a woman? What is �she�?� he drawled the word sarcastically.
Harry turned his head around to the Slytherin that still stood next to the
machine with the helmet in the one hand and their food in the other. �She is a Fireblade and now that I�ve introduced you, would you
please finally straddle her?�

�You make that sound like I�d be doing something perverted.� Draco sneered.
�Did you exchange your Firebolt for a Fireblade? Here, hold this.� Harry chuckled at the bad
attempt of Draco to try hiding his fear behind bad humour. He took the bag out
of Draco�s hand that he could put the helmet on and he knew he would earn a
kick in the shin if he would tell the blond that he looked damn sexy with the
black helmet.

Malfoy pushed the visor down and climbed on the seat behind Potter. The
brunette handed him the bag and started the engine. The sound and the
vibrations sent shivers through Draco�s body and he admitted silently that it
felt good to feel the strength of that beast between your legs.

�Hmm, I love that sound. Okay, put your feet on the footrests and hold on
tight.� Nothing would have stopped him from doing that anyway. Draco wound his
arms tightly around Potter�s waist, the food resting on the tank, and he begged
that he hadn�t made a huge mistake being the pillion passenger.

Harry revved the engine, kicked in the first gear with his right foot and
bombed down the momentarily empty street.

Feeling Draco flush against his back and his hands on his stomach was so much
better than riding the bike alone. He wanted to drive breakneck only to feel
Draco tighten his grip and cling to him in fear, but the heavy traffic of London didn�t allow it.
After forty minutes of stop and go in London�s
famous evening rush hour traffic they were out of the town and Harry used the
chance to bomb again down the road with breakneck speed until they reached his
house in one of London�s
suburbs.

He hadn�t even turned off the engine when Draco let go of him, jumped from the pillion
seat and tore the helmet from his head. �You did that on purpose!� The blond
yelled. Harry kicked the kickstand calmly down and lifted himself from the back
of the motorcycle with unintended elegance.

�You did that on purpose!� Draco growled again, miffed that Potter didn�t pay
him any attention. His index finger raised he went closer to the brunette and
poked him with every word. �You drove like a berserk to scare me to death! The
next time I�ll simply apparate.�

Harry smirked, knowing that Draco wasn�t entirely wrong. He went over to the
garage door and began searching his keys. Draco used the chance to calm his
heart and looked around. The last time he had been here he hadn�t seen much of
Potter�s neighbourhood, but now that he had the daylight on his side he saw
that Potter lived in a quite posh district.

More and more facets of Potter were revealed, but that he�d turned into a snob
was a bit implausible. Draco heard the garage door swing upwards. �Potter, I
had no idea that�� he turned around and his jaw hit the ground. Not quite
literally, but it wasn�t like he hadn�t tried.

In the garage stood a black, shining, well-kept Ford Mustang and Malfoy felt
like screaming and fainting at the same time. �POTTER!� he yelled and the young
man stopped midway on the way back to his bike. �You� you have such a nice car
and force me to sit on this infernal machine?� Draco yelled outraged and got
even angrier when Harry only smiled and grabbed his bike to roll it into the
garage.

�Come on, Draco.� The brunette said when the door was closed and he headed for
the entrance door.

�Potter!� Draco growled, but followed nevertheless.

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That was why he had agreed to this: the dogs.

The moment Potter had opened the door, he and Draco were race down by three
monsters. Harry snatched the bag out of Draco�s hand and left for the kitchen
leaving Draco alone, lying on his rucksack, to deal with the dogs.

He almost couldn�t believe that the dogs liked him that much that they
remembered him and greeted him exuberantly, after all they had snarled at him
the last time. �All right, girls. Let�s get some food, huh?� The word �food�
seemed to be a key-word. The she-dogs hurried through the same door, Potter had
gone through before. It was another swing door and Malfoy could see the sense
in it. It prevented the dogs from being locked in or out.

The blond pushed the door open, after he had gotten up from the floor, and
stood in the kitchen. The centre of the kitchen was a massive oak table with
chairs of the same material. Potter was done portioning the food out on two
plates and now filled the bowls of the dogs.

�Take a seat. I�ll be done in a moment.� Draco went around the table and sat
down. Potter had even thought of some white wine and Draco grabbed the already
uncorked bottle from the middle of the table. He filled both glasses half-full
and Potter used the moment to take his seat.

They sat across from one another and awkward silence lingered between them for
a moment, only the noisy guzzling of the dogs audible.

�Let�s drink to our new living community.� Harry said and lifted his glass in a
toast. Draco mirrored him, only hesitating and giving Potter strange looks for
a moment.

They ate in silence and Draco felt uncomfortable. He was in desperate need for
something to talk about without appearing too nosy and going into private
details. He didn�t want to question Potter like they were in an interrogation
at their first evening together.

Oh god! He wanted to slam his head on the tabletop. First evening together? He
was going to live here, nothing more. There was no togetherness.

Draco spotted the three dogs and grinned triumphantly at their rears. �Potter.� Harry�s head snapped up from his plate. He wanted
to talk to Draco badly, but didn�t want to push him too much on the first
evening. They had time. �You need to tell me their names again. I didn�t
register them the last time.�

Harry grinned, grateful for the chance to talk to Draco. �The tallest one is a
Bullmastiff. Her name�s Ammit.� The dog heard her name and looked up from her
bowl. �It�s okay Ammit.� The she-dog turned her head back to the bowl and
scoffed the remainders of her food.

�That�s not a usual dog-name, but it sounds nice. Does it mean something
special?� Malfoy asked when Potter looked at him again. The small smile on
Harry�s lips made his stomach flutter.

�Uhum, it�s the name of a goddess from the Egyptian
mythology, also she was never worshipped but feared.� Draco�s eyes widened a
bit in surprise and Harry took it as a sign to go on. �Ammit means �Devourer�
or �Devourer of millions�. Humans that wanted to get into the underworld after
their life was over needed to pass a test. If they failed, which was mostly
because of the wrongs they had committed in their life, their hearts were fed
to Ammit and their souls weren�t permitted to enter the underworld but stay
restless.�

�You give your dog the name of a monster?� Draco asked shocked and looked over
to the Bullmastiff.

�I think the name fits perfectly. She loves food and if you look at it
figuratively she watches this house so that the wrong kind of people can�t
enter.� Harry reasoned and saw that Draco nodded in understanding.

�So, eh, does that mean you�re interested in Mythology?� Draco began to relax
slowly. This was a conversation that wasn�t too personal, but interesting
nevertheless. He heard the small chuckle and looked up into shining green eyes
of Potter. Talking about his dogs seemed to make him really happy.

�Oh no, I couldn�t tell a god from another. I just wanted some special names for
my girls that are not boringly normal and I made a find in mythologies.�
Harry�s eyes wandered back over to the dogs that were done eating and slowly
trudged over to their blankets in the corner of the kitchen, still licking
their flews.

�The second is a boxer, her name�s Lilith and the smallest, the black beauty
over there, her name�s Scylla and she�s an Appenzeller
Sennenhund. I got them all as puppies shortly after
the war was over. At first we lived in a two room flat in the middle of London, but that was just
wrong when they grew up and had no exercise. And now we�re living here for
almost two years already. Time goes by quickly.� Harry pondered loudly.

Green eyes raked over Draco�s form and he wondered again what the young man had
done for the last three years. Why he had left everything behind. Even his
fortune was still with his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, and Harry had no idea how
Draco had survived without money when it had been so important to him while
school.

His look halted at Draco�s mouth and he needed to bite his lower lip not to
grin maniacally. The blond, completely oblivious, poked his food on his plate
and wondered about the sudden silence between them.

�Draco, you have some�� Harry pushed himself off his chair and leaned over the
table. Malfoy�s eyes widened when Golden Boy�s hand reached towards him and he
needed to suppress an eeping sound when the thumb brushed his lips and picked a
grain of rice from the corner of his mouth.

�Did you forget your manners over the last three years?� Harry asked with
tongue in cheek and flopped back down on his chair and ate the grain of rice.

�I� I�� Draco spluttered and felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Potter had
eaten it. He. Had. Eaten. It. And he had touched his lips and he had insulted
him � a bit. Malfoy coughed awkwardly and picked at his hoody
to find his equilibrium back. �So, eh, what do the other names mean?� He asked
hastily and Harry relished a completely flustered Draco Malfoy.

�Well,� he drawled, only to tease Draco a bit longer. �for
Lilith there are many, let�s say, legends for lack of a better name. Back in
the ancient Mesopotamia she was the demon of
childbed fever. Jewish legends say that she had been the first woman for Adam,
but refused to submit and sleep with Adam missionary style. She left the garden
Eden for the
desert and had sexual intercourse with thousands of demons per day and
delivered thousands of children per day. I picked that name because Lilith is Hebraic
for �female night� and my girl is the night owl of the three. She wanders
through the house in the middle of the night.�

Draco�s mouth stood wide open and Harry shook with suppressed laughter.
Everyone he had told the meanings of the names had reacted the same, but no one
had looked so cute so far.

�Scylla was a sea monster of the Greek mythology. It�s said that she had once
been a beautiful girl, but the sorceress Circe turned her, out of jealousy,
into a monster with her body on six dog heads and twelve dog feet. She got the
name from me, because she�s a beauty but can become really angry.�

By now Harry didn�t have only Draco�s attention, but also the dogs because
their names were mentioned so often. They came over to the table and waited for
the two men to pet them.

�You have a strange kind of humour, Potter.�

�I know.� The brunette said with a grin. �Back then I was in a rather dark
mood, but I still think the names are perfect and my girls helped me through
depressing times. But I tell you, sometimes it was a nightmare to train and
housebreak them. Mione and Ron helped me a lot, but
sometimes my flat looked like a battlefield.�

He chuckled and saw the smile playing around Draco�s lips when he ruffled Ammit
under her ears. Apparently Draco doted on the Bullmastiff. �You like her best,
huh?� Harry asked and wanted to kiss the other when Draco nodded sheepishly, a
small blush tinting his cheeks.

�That�s good, because I think she won�t leave your side tonight when I�m gone.
The other two neither.� Malfoy listened up and looked from the dog that purred
like a kitten over to Potter.

�Gone?� What did Potter mean by that? Why would he want to go out tonight? Had
it, in the end, all been a trick to lull him into false safety and inform the
ministry at the same time? Draco scorned himself. He needed to stop creating
worst case scenarios in his head.

�Well, yes.� Harry admitted sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. �I
need to work tonight.�

Draco scrunched his eyebrows in total confusion. �Work?
I thought you�re a kindergarten teacher.�

�Well, yes, but I�ve a second job. How do you think I pay all this? Definitely not with my monthly paycheques as a kindergarten
teacher.�

Draco worked his opinion over. NOW had he reached total confusion.
�I thought you were rich and only worked for fun.�

Potter scratched his head again awkwardly. �Kind of.�

�Kind of?�

�Yes. From the money I�ve inherited from my parents I bought this house.
The rest�s in Gringotts for emergency cases. The
money I inherited from Sirius I donated.�

Three, four seconds ticked by before Draco realised what Potter had said. �YOU
WHAT?� he yelled that the dogs looked up in alert. �The
entire Black fortune?� Harry nodded numbly. �How dare you, Potter? You
had no right to do that. Do you hear me? NO RIGHT!� The blond raved. �I�m part
Black. I am entitled to my legal share of the Black fortune.� Draco screeched
and slumped back on his chair.

�I�m sorry.� Harry mumbled. �I didn�t know about any legal share.�

�Oh really?� The blond asked sarcastically and jumped when a hand softly
touched his shoulder. He hadn�t even noticed Potter standing up, simply too
caught up in his huff.

�Draco, I�m really sorry.� Malfoy could hear the honesty, but the annoyance
didn�t want to leave his mind. It was his money Potter had given away. His money.

He had lived without money for the last three years; wouldn�t it have been nice
to have money again? Even if it just had been one-tenth of his original Malfoy
heritage, it would have been more than enough for the time being.

�Come on, I�ll show you your room.� The warm hand left his shoulder. He hadn�t
even noticed that it had been rather pleasant and soothing, but now he felt
cold again. Muttering something into his nonexistent beard, he pushed the chair
away from the table and stood up to follow Potter out of the kitchen and up the
stairs.

Potter was right; the dogs didn�t leave their sides and when he heard their
paws tapping on the wooden stairs, he felt a smile tugging at his lips despite
his momentary displeasure for Potter.

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I�d like to have the Ford Mustang. *heavysigh* my
birthday�s in about three weeks, so if anyone wants to buy it for me *cough*
you know how to reach me. lol

LEGEND:

THE MOTROCYCLE: Honda CBR1000RR Fireblade

172hp, 998cm�, 13.540�

http://home.online.no/~rogtrae/images/motorsykler/Honda%20CBR%201000%20RR.jpg

THE CAR: 1967 FORD Mustang Fastback GT

V8/ 320hp

http://www.all-american.de/for_sale/67blgt02a.jpg

THE DOGS:

Bullmastiff: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5c/Dog_Bullmastiff_600.jpg

Boxer: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1b/Boxer.jpg/800px-Boxer.jpg

Appenzeller Sennenhund: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Appenzeller_Sennenhund.JPG/800px-Appenzeller_Sennenhund.JPG
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