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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

Chapter 05

They reached the first floor and went along the hall that opened into many
rooms. At the right side stood the first door wide open and human nature forced
Draco to look into the dark room. The dark wood floor was the same as the hall
floor and Draco�s eyes landed on the huge four poster bed.

Images of the night he had been here first time flooded his mind and he gasped.
He was rooted to the spot and stared into the room. Harry heard the noise and
stopped as well. He turned around and looked at Draco, who was staring into his
bedroom.

The dogs stood behind the blond and looked to and fro between both young men.
�I totally forgot.� Draco turned his head and looked at Harry. �I totally forgot.�
He repeated.

�Draco?�

�I�m sorry. I totally forgot. How are your wounds?� He felt the same guilt
as Sunday night and didn�t even notice that he had said sorry. Harry, however,
had heard it quite clearly and didn�t know how to handle it. He wanted to take
the concern off of Draco, also if that meant to have an angry Draco back.

He sneered at the Malfoy heir and lifted his shirt slowly. �See? Everything�s
fine.� Draco�s eyes raked over the flat chest and found nothing more then small
bruises. No scars, nor scab, everything was smooth and almost flawless. Harry
watched Draco closely and smirked at the open display of admiration.

�I told you it would heal in short time.�

�That�s not possible.� Malfoy whispered and gnawed at the side of his lower
lip. Draco knew that statement could be adapt to two
different thoughts in his head. For one thing he simply couldn�t believe that
such severe wounds could heal in so short time. Maybe Potter had, after all,
visited a hospital yet, a magical one.

For another thing Draco was completely stunned that Potter�s body could look
even better than Sunday night. But here he stood, with his shirt lifted, giving
Draco a very good reason to rectify his opinion. His eyes wandered slowly
upwards and met with Potter�s orbs. The smirk threw him out of his stupor and
he growled at Potter.

�You can put you shirt back on.� He wanted to wipe that superior grin from
Golden Boy�s face, but he had been caught staring and actually the brunette had
every right to crow. �It�s good that your wounds healed so quickly.� Draco
added in a much softer tone. He was relieved indeed, but he wouldn�t forget
this. He would find out what had happened that the wounds weren�t existent
anymore.

�And now I�d like to see my room.� He said in a sickly sweet voice, when he had
filed the problem away in his mind for later. Harry nodded and went to the
second door on the left side. He twisted the key in the lock and pushed the
handle down.

�Tada!� he introduced the guestroom and pushed the door open. With one move of
his hand the ceiling light came on and lightened the room properly.

�Do you always lock the doors of your rooms?� Draco asked suspiciously and
stepped over the threshold. Harry leaned against the door frame and Draco needed
to walk past him to get into the room. He smelled of aftershave and Chinese
food and wine and cold smoke. Was he smoking?

�No, only the rooms I don�t use often. The dogs know how to open a door, but
not how to get out again, if the door clicks shut. Since I was more than once
worried sick because one of my girls was missing, just because she was nosy, I
thought this was the safest. Downstairs every room has swing doors, and here on
the first floor the doors are either locked or wide open when no one�s in the
room.�

The room was rather nice, Draco acknowledged, and if you�ve lived like he had
for three years this room was more than nice, it was a luxury. The floor was
the same as in the rest of the house. Dark wood.

Of course, it wasn�t that big as Potter�s, but a reasonable size for a
guestroom. The bed was a usual double-bed with a black metal frame and the
walls were white, except for the wall behind the head of the bed,
that was a pleasant dark grey. Maybe it was a pattern in this house to
colour one wall in every room differently than the others.

The wall across from the door was lined with a huge three-winged window with
double-crossbars. Draco went over to the window and could see the street lightened
by lanterns in the darkness. He pulled the hangings shut and turned around.
Golden Boy sent him a questioning look, but he only answered with a small
shrug.

He didn�t want to see the darkness of the night. Not now, when he could be in a
house full of lamps and warmth. A wardrobe and an escritoire were the only
pieces of furniture beside the bed, both in dark, almost black wood.

Harry pushed off the doorframe where he had remained silent when Draco opened
the bathroom door that was at the wall of the bed, but rather close to the entrance.

�If you�d like to take a bath you can use my bathroom.� He said when Draco
switched on the light. It was a small bathroom with a shower and everything
else necessary. The tiles were a pale green, the floor
tiles were a darker green and at the end offered a window the same view to the
street like the window in the guest room.

Across from the door was another door and Draco�s curiosity pulled him directly
towards the door. It was locked. �That�s only the door to the other room, but I
never use it, because I never use this bathroom.� Harry explained and Draco
tried to tell him with his brows that he wanted to know what was behind the
door.

The brunette chuckled and made, again, a small move with his hand. The door
opened, the light went on and Draco could see the exercise room of Harry Potter.
�Ah, oh well��

The lights went off and the door closed again. �What?� Harry asked with
amusement. �Did you expect something else?� They went out of the bathroom.
�Maybe something more naughty?� Harry purred and
closed the bathroom door.

�Oh, shut up.� Draco protested, with his cheeks burning.

�Whatever.� Boy-wonder relented and watched Draco throw his rucksack on the
bed. The dogs were still busy to sniffle into every corner for they haven�t
been in the room in a while. �Of course can we redecorate when we�ve gotten all
your gubbins.�

Draco�s hands stopped where they had traced the bedspread and a frown showed up
on his face. He looked up and crossed his arms in front of his chest. �Potter,
I don�t know if you�ve already forgotten, but I�m homeless, I�ve nothing more
than the things I wear.� Despite the depressing information, he couldn�t
suppress the usual Malfoy smirk appearing on his lips. Only Potter could awake
a habit that had slept for almost three years.

Harry winced and moaned in mental agony that he�d been so stupid.

�I know, usually homeless people have a caravan following them, but I�m not one
of them.� Draco teased with relish.

�Yes, Malfoy, twist the knife. Twist it. I�m sorry, okay? I forgot it for a
moment.� Draco couldn�t suppress the laugh that erupted in him, when he all of
a sudden was again Malfoy for Potter. So, he could get under Potter�s skin with
other things than insults.

�Whatever.� Harry said again and Draco wondered if it was, because he didn�t
feel comfortable at the moment or because it was a favourite word of his. �I�ll
get you one of my pyjamas now and then I�ll have to go. Come on, girls, let�s
give Draco some alone time.� Harry whistled and the dogs followed obediently to
the door.

�Actually�� Draco said quietly. �I wouldn�t mind them staying here.� No, he
wouldn�t mind at all. To tell the truth, he had felt panic rising in his chest
when Potter had said that he would be left alone now and he had to press his
nails in his palms to focus on the sentence without squeaking or trembling. He
had no idea that he was so scared of loneliness.

�Okay, if you think you can handle them.� Harry said, grinning and he didn�t
sound suspicious about Draco�s plea. Maybe he hadn�t heard the silent plea in
Draco�s words or seen in his entire being. He left the room and came back
quickly with a dark blue pyjama. The fabric was fluffy and soft between Draco�s
fingers.

�I�m off now. I�ll lock the door. I don�t know when I�ll be back. Bye!� And with that Harry Potter left the guest room, Draco�s
room, again and hurried down the stairs, Scylla hot on his heels. Malfoy felt a
bit relieved that Potter had told him on his own that he didn�t know when he�d
be back.

He would have asked if he had needed to, he really would, albeit grudgingly. But
knowing that Potter would be gone for an unknown time brought another problem
along � loneliness. Ammit came to his side and he
buried his right hand under her right ear automatically.

Draco heard the garage door slide open and dragged the Bullmastiff over to the
window. Lilith remained on the small rectangular carpet on the right side of
the bed. He pulled the hangings slightly apart and looked out. Potter rolled
his motorcycle out of the garage and Draco couldn�t stop the gasp that escaped
his lips.

Bloody Potter wore a black leather combi suit and his
black helmet with the dark visor. Was there anything more appealing than a
handsome man in a motorcycle combi suit? Draco
crouched quickly when Potter turned around to close the garage door. He didn�t want
to be seen watching. He heard the garage door close, waited a bit longer and peeked
over the windowsill.

The saviour of the wizarding world sat already on his bike and Draco heard the
deep roar of the engine. Yes, handsome men in riding suits were appealing,
especially their behinds were eye-catching, Draco thought when Potter drove
away into the night, and if he looked that good in dim light what a sight would
it be by broad daylight?

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After about twenty minutes Harry pulled his machine over, but left the engine
running. He pulled off his gloves and rested them on the tank before he opened
the zipper of his riding suit jacket and pulled out a pack of fags. He lit one
and inhaled the smoke deeply, before putting the pack back in his inside pocket.

The day had been stressful, even though in a good kind of way, but he needed
this now to come down again. The excitement he felt about Draco moving in with
him, needed to be calmed as well.

�Draco.� He murmured and glided his tongue over his lips before taking another
deep drag.

Potter wondered what the blond was doing right now. Images shot through his
mind and he groaned mildly. Oh yes, this enthusiasm would help him tonight.
With a smirk on his lips he flipped the smoke to the ground and stepped on it
with his heavy biker boots.

He reached again in his open jacket and pulled out his dog-mask this time. The
street was remote and he could put on the mask without any witnesses. He
slipped it over his head, pushed the strands of hair under the leather and
closed the zipper.

�Draco.� He murmured again and the corners of his lips curved upwards. The mask
didn�t affect or bother him at all. He had worn it so often already that it was
something natural to feel the cold leather warming on your face.

He looked into the rear-view mirror of his motorcycle and was greeted by a
dog-face with warm brown eyes. The spell worked still. Closing the zipper and
pulling on his gloves, he revved the engine and kicked in the first gear.

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Potter was gone and Draco�s mind began working again. Instantly appeared rosy
spots on his cheeks and he slammed his head in his palm � hard. Ammit looked at him and he heard Scylla bluster up the
stairs, but he couldn�t care less at the moment.

He had watched Potter like a secret stalker. He actually had hidden to watch
Potter. AND to put the lid on it he�d called Potter handsome and had admired his
arse - again. He had hit rock bottom in his own opinion.

Maybe this hadn�t been the right decision after all. Maybe this would bring
more stress for his battered soul than staying on the streets. He didn�t know.
He knew nothing. Not why he was here. Not where Potter was going. Not what he
should do now.

Spotting the neatly folded pyjama on the bed, Draco let go of Ammit, what brought him a whimper of protest, and stood up
from the ground. Having a shower and slipping into fluffy pyjamas after sounded
like the perfect plan. He pulled his hoodie sweater
over his head and a clattering sound caught his attention.

The lollypop, Potter had given him, lay on the floor and Draco rolled his eyes.
Stupid Potter. He picked the lollypop up and lay it on the pyjama. He could eat the sweet,
it was from the small girl, not from Potter. Fine, he would even eat it if it
had been coming from Potter, but no one needed to know that sweets were his
weakness.

He pulled off his shoes, socks and jeans and went, only in his boxers, over to
the bathroom. The light came to life when he pushed the switch. He lowered the
blinds and pulled a white fluffy towel from a rack. Draco looked over to the
door where Ammit stood and Lilith peeked through her
legs.

�Do you really want to watch me take a shower?� Draco asked and chuckled. He
went over to the door, but Ammit pressed her snout
against the door that he couldn�t close it. �Fine, if you want a peep show.� He
called Scylla and closed the door. �But don�t complain later on.�

Draco stepped out of his boxers and let the dogs settle down in front of the
door. He opened the glass door of the shower, stepped inside and opened the
taps. Maybe it wasn�t that bad to have the dogs in the same room. He was
certain that he couldn�t have relaxed that much if he had been alone in the
bathroom.

Didn�t it sound weird that he could relax more with audience watching him
shower than doing it in solitude?

He stepped out of the shower, towelled himself and wrapped the towel around his
waist. With a small towel he rubbed his hair dry that it was completely
dishevelled. While shooing the dogs away from the door he tried to press his hair
down with one hand and opened the door with the other.

Malfoy listened and everything was quiet. Potter wasn�t back yet, but he hadn�t
expected him back quickly anyway.

The pyjama felt wonderful on his skin and he wished he had more clothes that
felt good. No, he wouldn�t wallow now in self-pity. He knew that he have had
lots and lots of clothes before, but like the times of war, that was a closed
chapter of his life.

Draco pulled the bedspread back and flapped the blanket back of �his� bed,
before noticing the restlessness of the dogs. He was almost anxious to sleep in
such a nice bed. �What�s wrong, girls? Ammit?� The Bullmastiff looked up, but didn�t stop to walk to and
fro.

�I think I know what�s wrong.� The blond said with a knowing smile. He grabbed
the lollypop from the bedside table, where he�d put it before preparing his bed
and switched on the bedside lamp. He went to the door, switched off the ceiling
lightning and whistled for the dogs that followed willingly.

Malfoy unwrapped the lollypop and sucked it into his
mouth. He hummed in delight when he tasted the cherry flavour. �Hurm, Potter, must have a garden. What�s a house without a
garden?� He wasn�t sure if he asked himself or the dogs, but when he reached
the ground-storey he stopped in the hall, looking at the swing doors.

�Which one would you take, girls?� He asked in good humour and decided to try
the door that didn�t lead to the kitchen. Switching on the light, he noticed
the sitting room and saw the huge windows that lead out to the garden �
hopefully.

He opened the patio door and the terrace light lit up automatically. The dogs
stormed around him out into the night and he leaned against the frame. Looking
around the room he saw a fireplace and thought that this was maybe the room he
had apparated to the first time with Potter.

A comfy and squashy looking sofa and armchairs were arranged around a coffee
table and a huge telly hung on the wall across. The sitting room suite needed
to be a bit older already, as he couldn�t smell the leather anymore, but that
was fine with him, he never had liked that smell much.

�Scylla, Lilith, Ammit.� The dogs came back into the
house, after he had called them a second time and thanked god that it was dry
outside. He had no idea how Potter would react if the dogs would leave a mess
with their dirty paws.

With the lollypop still in his mouth he went around the sofa, pushed the power
button on the telly and flopped down on the sofa. The remote control lay on the
coffee table and he began channel hopping, until he found some silly cartoon
that wouldn�t scare him.

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Harry opened the front door quietly. The moment he�d driven around the corner
he�d seen the house still brightly lighted, also it was around two in the
morning, and he wondered if Draco was awake. He had seen the dim light shining
behind the hangings of his room, but the sitting room was lighted, like the
halls as well.

The dogs came quietly out of the sitting room, as though they had sensed it was
him and stormed over to him when their eyes affirmed their senses. Potter
petted them affectionately for a moment, like they deserved it in his opinion,
before he stood up and went over to the sitting room.

He had taken off the dog-mask and his combi suit
jacket which was wrapped around his hips. Beneath he wore a former white long
sleeved tee-shirt that was by now almost everywhere drenched in red liquid. His
heavy biker boots clonked on the wood floor and he pulled them off before
entering the sitting room.

The telly was running and some annoying music video flickered across the screen.
Fortunately the volume was turned down enough that Harry didn�t need to hear
much of the gruesome singing of a woman that jumped partly naked through her
video.

Harry�s eyes landed on Draco�s sleeping form and he smiled. The Slytherin had
curled up on the sofa and was oblivious to his surrounding. He shifted a bit
and Harry saw the empty stick of the lollypop in Draco�s hand. Nothing in the
world could have stopped him when he went closer to the sofa and stroked gently
over the very soft blond hair. It was the complete opposite
to his own, like everything else of the both.

One was light, the other dark. One was black, the other white. One was day, the
other night. Harry knew that it was true, but he couldn�t tell who was what.

He went around the sofa, sat down on the coffee table and watched Draco�s
sleeping face for a short moment. He could see the exhaustion of the Malfoy
heir in every so small line, but yet he hadn�t forfeit
any of his beauty. He was older, yes, but this very special Malfoy beauty was
still there, if not even stronger than before.

Harry cast a protection spell on Draco that his pyjama would stay clean and
scooped him carefully up in his arms. Malfoy felt too light for his size and he
hoped it would change soon. He didn�t like his lovers skinny beyond unhealthy. Besides
it wasn�t that sexy if a sharp hipbone pocked into your own while sex.

The brunette chuckled at the mental image of them fussing around in the bed and
Draco moaned and stirred in his arms when he climbed the stairs.

�Ssshh.� he admonished the dogs that followed quietly
although he had been the marplot.

The door of Draco�s room stood wide open and Harry saw that the bed was already
waiting for its new owner. He put the blond gently down and pulled the blanket
over his body.

�Ammit, you�ll sleep here tonight.� As though the dog
had understood him, she slumped down on the rug at the side of Draco�s bed and
rested her head on her crossed front paws. Harry looked again at Malfoy�s
sleeping face. He leaned over the blond, wiped with the back of his hand the
blood from his cracked lower lip and kissed Draco�s forehead gently.

�Good night, sleep tight.� He whispered and turned the light on the bedside
table out. The other two dogs followed him out of the room and he left the door
ajar.

Harry stumbled into his own room and peeled himself out of his riding suit.
Before he could fall into his own bed, he would take a shower now, wash and
clean his wounds, heal his wounds and conceal them. Then he would turn off all
lights in the house, fortunately with only one swish of his hand and could
sleep for some hours, before he would get up again in the morning and drive to
work. His usual routine after one night of fun.

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