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BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris

Chapter 06

Draco jerked out of his dream and sat bold upright. His wide open eyes took in the
surroundings that his sleep addled mind couldn�t process quickly enough for his
own liking.

�Where am I?�

The room was darkened but the hangings of the window gapped open and sunlight
flooded through the small split. Wet sandpaper was dragged over his right hand
and he jerked his hand to his body.

Blue-grey eyes looked hastily from the window to his right side. �Ammit, what��
And all of a sudden he remembered where he was. Potter�s house; the guest room;
the dogs. �Ew� Ammit, look you drooled all over my
hand.� He complained playfully, but stroked the underside of the Bullmastiff�s
snout.

When did he go to bed last night? He was downstairs with the dogs, had watched
some cartoons and music videos�

�Bloody fucking hell!� He exclaimed and fell back on
his pillow, only to pull the blanket all over his face. The she-dog tilted her
head and watched Malfoy when he mumbled curses into the blanket. Suddenly he
threw the blanket back and Ammit made one step back. �Don�t tell me Potter
carried me up here.�

Is there something more embarrassing than being carried up the stairs by none
other than Harry bloody Potter? Of course you could make it even worse by being
named Draco Malfoy. He wouldn�t be able to look Potter in the eye anymore.
Maybe he could stay in this room forever. He had a bed, a toilet, a shower, a �
his stomach rumbled loudly� but he had no food.

Draco sighed miserably. He couldn�t stay in this room forever. Besides, Potter
had been so adamant last night that he ate properly that Draco had the slight
suspicion that Potter wouldn�t allow him to starve in his room. Pity.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Ammit began running
around and barked joyfully and her tail didn�t want to stop wagging. She
snatched the corner of his pyjama jacket with her teeth and pulled, but very
cautiously. �Hey, hey.� Draco said with a broad smile.
�Calm down, love. At least let me use the loo before we face my downfall.�

When he came back out of the bathroom, the Bullmastiff waited for him already
at the door and pushed her snout into the gap between door and frame and opened
the door for herself. Draco watched her and knew that no one could change his
mind; for him dogs were brilliant in every way and considerably smarter than
some humans he had met so far.

He didn�t even need to press his ear against the kitchen door to hear the bustle
behind it. Draco took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and pushed the door
very slowly open, His eyes cast to the ground, to avert eye contact as long as
possible, he went into the kitchen.

�Morning, Potter.� He mumbled reluctantly.

�Ah, good morning. You must be Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter
mentioned in his note for me.�

Draco jumped at the unexpected high voice. Not Potter�s deep rasp, but a female
voice. He spun around and looked at a small woman of about forty-five years that
looked like the perfect figurehead for a cookie factory.

�Eh, yes, good morning.� Draco mumbled and didn�t look away from her when she
turned away from the cooker and looked at him with a warm, friendly smile.

�I�m Mrs McTurner, Mr Potter�s housekeeper.�

Draco�s sleepy eyes opened wide in astonishment. �He has no elves?� The moment
he had said it, he felt horribly stupid. His hand clasped over his mouth and he
wanted to slam his head against the kitchen wall. What if this woman didn�t
know about wizards and elves and magic?

What, if Potter had chosen a muggle not to get a lunatic fan into his house? He
needed to obliviate her. Quickly.

But his wand was upstairs, safely tucked in his rucksack. Perfect.

Maybe he could Accio it? Everyone, no matter how
daft, could accio their wands, so it should be
nothing for Draco.

He took his hand from his mouth and checked quickly for the woman. Maybe he needed
to knock her out before he could cast the spell, if he�d taken too long
weighing his options and she was already freaking.

Contrary to the visions his vivacious imagination had given him, the woman
stood still, her hands resting on her stomach. �No need to panic, dear.� How
did she know he was a bit panicky? Maybe his huge, frantic eyes had betrayed
him. Damn! �I know about house-elves. I�m a squib and Mr Potter mentioned in
his note that you�re a wizard like he is.�

Draco could only nod numbly. With the reason to panic gone, he felt a bit empty
for a moment.

�How about a nice cup of coffee or would you like some tea?�
Mrs McTurner asked in a sweet voice. Draco pulled out
a chair and sat down at the dinner table.

�Tea would be great.� She nodded and turned back around to prepare the tea and
was quickly by his side, putting a big cup in front of him.

�Would you like to eat something, Mr Malfoy?� Draco screwed his face up when he
brought the cup to his mouth and blew softly. She sounded like she was talking
to his father. He wasn�t Mr Malfoy, Lucius was, he was
just Draco or for some people Malfoy, but never Mr.

He could tell her to call him Draco, but that would probably inevitably result
in calling her by her first name. He didn�t want to call her Margaret or
whatever her first name was. He didn�t call people he didn�t know by their
first names. Hell, he rarely called people he knew by their first names.

Draco sighed, it was only morning and he had already given himself a head ache.
�Thank you, but no. I�m happy with my tea.� She nodded, but didn�t look pleased
and went back to the cooker to prepare� Draco looked up and tried to spy
anything helpful. It smelled really good, but he couldn�t tell what he smelled.
He leaned to the side, out of the chair, to look around her and almost fell out
of the chair when Mrs McTurner talked to him again,
but with her back to him.

�Mr Potter won�t be back until tea and he asked me to help you pick some
clothes out of his wardrobe for you and he told me to give this to you.� She
turned around while talking and bustled quickly over to hand Draco a small
letter.

The blond took the letter out of reflex and nodded his thanks numbly. How dare
Potter; telling someone to help him choose clothes? Living on the streets doesn�t
mean you loose fashion sense, he thought bitterly. The blond sipped his tea and
unfolded the letter to read.

�Good morning, sunshine.�

Potter just hadn�t called him sunshine. No! Draco pinched the bridge of his
nose and took a deep breath. He definitely needed to talk with Potter about
this.

�Don�t be mad at me that I asked Mrs McTurner to help you with clothes. It�s just that I know if
I didn�t ask her you wouldn�t take any clothes from me. Just pick what you
like, I don�t mind. I hope you know spells to resize,
otherwise I can do it when I�m back around five.

I hope you slept the first night well in your new bed. =P�

Did he really put a stupid muggle smiley behind that
sentence? Draco tightened his grip on the letter. Potter was taking the mickey out of him, wasn�t he?

�I hope you can entertain yourself until
I�m back. Dunno, maybe go for a walk with the girls
or maybe there�s a book in my bedroom you like and you know how the telly
works, eh? =)�

Again this goddamn smiley. ARGH! He was really teasing him.

�All right, see you this afternoon.

Oh, and you can call Mrs McTurner Margaret. I think
she wouldn�t mind.

Bye, Harry�

Draco�s hand went slack and the cup crashed down to the floor, scattering all
over the floor in thousand tiny porcelain shards. Her name was really Margaret?
That couldn�t be true. He had only been kidding.

�Oh my, are you okay, dear? What happened?� Mrs McTurner
asked, he could hear the shock in her voice.

�Yes, yes, I�m fine, I�m sorry.� Draco stammered when he pushed the chair back.

�Don�t you dare move now!� The woman called and Draco
froze in his movements. �You�re barefoot. Wait, until I�ve swept up the shards.�

The blond slumped back down on his chair and waited. He couldn�t believe it.
This woman�s name was really Margaret? And Potter was teasing him. He would
never let him live it down that he�d carried him up the stairs. And where the
hell were the dogs?

Draco looked around and saw them all three lying in their corner, dozing.
Hadn�t they even flinched at the sound of the crashing cup? Weird
dogs.

�Mr Malfoy, are you feeling well?� Mrs McTurner asked
and pulled him out of his thoughts.

�Ah, yes, yes. I�m really sorry, because of the cup.�

The housekeeper just smiled and shrugged it off. �No need, dear. It was just a
cup, there are plenty. I�m just relieved that you
didn�t cut yourself. What do you think about taking a look at Mr Potter�s
wardrobe?�

Draco felt his cheeks warm in a mixture of embarrassment and comfort. She was
trying to mother him, wasn�t she? He nodded and stood up from the chair and
suddenly the dogs were on their feet as well.

�Oh, they never do that when I leave the kitchen.� The woman said and Draco bit
the inside of his cheek not to smirk in delight.

They went up the stairs as a group and Draco almost hoped to find Potter still
in his bed when Mrs McTurner opened the bedroom door
of course, only to give Potter a piece of his mind about the letter. The room
was so dark that you really could be tempted to believe Potter was still asleep,
but the housekeeper switched on the light and Draco�s� no, no it weren�t hopes�
presumptions were deflated.

�Mr Potter never allows me to pull the hangings back.� Said
Mrs McTurner, when she went through the room to the
huge wardrobe, like she wanted to apologise for the dark room. Draco
didn�t mind and followed her mutely. He saw her pulling a piece of paper out of
a pocket of her pinny and unfold
it. She scanned it for a moment and looked up at Draco, who was almost three
heads taller than her.

�Basically Mr Potter says to pick everything from underclothing through
trousers and pullovers to a warm winter coat.� The woman nodded as though she
agreed with Potter�s instructions. Draco was dumbfounded, the nerve Potter had,
Draco was no bloody dress doll.

Mrs McTurner grabbed a handle on the right side of
the wardrobe and pulled a narrow door open. Draco scrunched up his eyebrows,
but they rose to his hairline, when the housekeeper pushed the rest of the door
to the other side of the wardrobe and folded it like a concertina.

�Mr Potter has a little weakness for clothing.� Margaret said with an amused
smile when she saw the astonishment written all over Draco�s face. Little my arse,
Draco thought. The wardrobe was bursting with clothes. He felt in bloody paradise.
The blond made one step forward and let his hand glide over the soft fabric of
one suit.

At the left side was a shelf with neatly folded tee-shirts and pullovers and
three big drawers at the bottom. Probably for underwear, socks, belts and ties,
Draco thought. Next to the shelf was a horizontal metal bar that seemed to
struggle against gravity with all the clothes it had to bear. Suit followed
suit. Jeans, trousers, shirts, jackets, everything was neatly hung on hangers
in a seemingly endless row.

At the right end side of the wardrobe was another narrow shelf filled with a
good dozen of pairs of shoes, mostly trainers, but also elegant pairs. The most
shocking was a pair of handmade shoes; they must have cost a fortune. Draco
only noticed them because back in his old life he had had a pair similar to
this one. That was what good handmade shoes characterised: You did notice them
only as special when you had a pair yourself.

�Mr Potter wrote explicitly to let you choose whatever you like and that I�m only
here to make sure that you really take something.� Mrs McTurner�s
voice shook Draco out of his musings and he nodded in understanding.

�But what are his favourite clothes that I won�t choose them?� He asked,
although he couldn�t believe that he and Potter would have the same taste in
style, but he hadn�t thought that Potter had a fashion fetish either.

�I don�t know dear. He didn�t mention pieces that you�re not allowed to take,
Would you mind if I�d hurry down for a moment to look after dinner?�

�No, it�s okay.� Draco turned back to the wardrobe and sighed. He didn�t know
what to do now. Should he restrain himself or enjoy this like shopping? He
decided to pick the embarrassing things while the housekeeper wasn�t around �
the underwear. He sat down in front of the drawers and pulled the first open.

Ties and Belts were neatly coiled and put in separate cases, nothing he needed
right now. Draco pulled the second drawer open and found the socks and Potter�s
underwear. A small blush crept up his neck when he looked into the drawer. He
felt like a panty pervert. He gulped nervously and picked one of the neatly
folded pants. Potter preferred boxer-briefs and Draco was more than okay with
that.

Malfoy heard Potter�s housekeeper on the stairs. He picked quickly some
boxer-briefs and pairs of socks and closed the drawer just as quick. Mrs McTurner came back into the bedroom and he tried to open
the last drawer, but it was locked. �Mrs McTurner, do
you know what�s in the last drawer?�

�No, dear. It�s always locked, but I think you�ll find everything necessary
nevertheless, won�t you? Do you need my help otherwise I�d sit down for a
moment.� Draco turned around and shook his head. Mrs McTurner
sat down on the chaise lounge in the reading corner and watched him with
contentment.

Draco jerked again at the locked drawer. He whispered a wandless
unlocking spell, but nothing happened. Well, this arose
his curiosity. Did Potter hide his dirty little secrets in there? Or his
favourite sex toys? He felt something
stir in his pyjama pants at that thought and he jumped up in a hurry.

No, no, NO! He wasn�t interested in Potter�s sex life. He didn�t need to know
about any perversity of Potter�s. His nether regions didn�t agree with him and
he groaned loudly.

�Mr Malfoy, are you all right?�

Blimey! He had for a moment totally forgotten that there was someone else with
him in the bedroom. �Yes, thank you, I�m fine. I just stood up too fast and
felt a bit giddy.� He couldn�t look at her. His cheeks were probably burning in
embarrassment and� he looked down� yep, he was half-hard.

�Maybe you should eat something after all.� She said and Draco could hear her
rustle on the chaise lounge. If she would come over now he would likely will
the floor to open up and swallow him.

�Yes, maybe you�re right, Mrs McTurner. I�ll just
finish this and then I�ll eat something.�

�Very well.� She seemed to agree to that promise and
Draco focused quickly on the clothes in front of him not to think of Potter
and� no, that word was taboo.

The suits he left right away untouched. There was no need for anything posh and
for the first time he realised that there were no robes. Did Potter turn his
back on the wizarding world? Anything else would make no sense, would it?

He quickly picked two jeans, two hoodies, three
tee-shirts and a thick looking jacket, before he spotted a warm scarf and threw
it on the small pile as well. He turned around to Potter�s bed, where he�d made
the small pile and smirked. Everything he�d chosen was black and he hadn�t even
realised. But did he bother? No. He loved black.

Draco closed the wardrobe door and gathered his, eh Potter�s, clothes in his
arms. �Are you already done?� Mrs McTurner asked
confused and heaved her body form the chaise lounge. �Don�t you think that�s a
bit too little?�

The blond went out the door and over to his room. �It�s more than I have had
for a long time.� He called back to the woman. He was almost giddy with
excitement about the clothes and it were only borrowed
hand-me-downs.

�Mr Malfoy? Mr Malfoy?� Margaret called, her voice rising in pitch and volume
while calling him a second time. Draco sighed and poked his head out of the
door.

�Yes?� He tried to sound friendly. It wouldn�t be smart to upset Potter�s
housekeeper, if he intended to stay here for longer.

�Please come down after you�ve dressed. I�ll prepare lunch for you.�

�Lunch? Isn�t that a bit early?� The blond wondered.

�Mr Malfoy, it�s one o�clock. You slept rather long.� She smiled amused and
turned around and went down the stairs. Draco saw the dogs coming out of
Potter�s bedroom and all three came over to his room and he left them in. He
hadn�t known he�d slept that long and that comfortable.

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He had eaten � reluctantly, but he had eaten and Mrs McTurner
seemed satisfied, at least she didn�t threaten him anymore with seconds. When
he had come down from his room, fully clothed in his new clothes, he�d thought
they�d have guests, but Margaret had told him in all honesty that everything
was for him, because he looked so thin and pale and that he needed to be
pampered for a while. Draco was only slightly scared � that�s what he told
himself.

If she was stubborn enough and wouldn�t back off, Draco was certain he�d suffer
a beach ball belly and look like a stranded sea cow in about two weeks. That
was unacceptable, simply out of question. He wouldn�t ruin his figure for
something so rudimentary as food and loose his only
chance to maybe impress Po�

Draco whimpered paltry in the back of his throat. The last thought was as unacceptable
as too much food.

Mrs McTurner put a huge dessert in front of him and
Malfoy felt his upper lip twitch in disgust. The housekeeper cast him a worried
look. �Something wrong, dear?�

�Yes, Mrs McTurner, I�m just full. I don�t
think I can eat dessert, I�d rather go for a walk with the dogs.� That was a
great idea. He�d get away from all the food for a while.

�Oh, okay, Mr Malfoy.� The woman said, sounding a bit
dejected. �I�ll get you the leashes, but if you go out the garden gate and use
the track, you can leave them unleashed. The track�s only used by residents and
their dogs get along with Scylla, Ammit and Lilith.�

Draco nodded and hurried out of the kitchen and up the stairs while Mrs McTurner got the leashes. He grabbed Potter�s, now his, trainers,
a hoody and the scarf he had picked and hurried down
again.

The dogs were already waiting at the patio door of the kitchen, with Mrs McTurner by their side, the leashes in her hand. Draco
hastily put on the trainers and the hoody and wrapped
the muffler around his neck.

�Don�t you want to put on some more?� Draco sighed. She was behaving like his
mother.

�No, I�m used to it.� He took the leashes out of her hand and opened the patio
door. The dogs ran out into the garden and barked euphorically.

�But it looks like rain.�

�We won�t be long. Bye Mrs McTurner.� Draco said
sweetly and closed the patio door quickly, before the
woman had another problem with anything he did, said, wore or looked.

He opened the garden gate and the dogs stormed out as though they had a chance
to escape a gaol. The track looked really quite for an afternoon. Draco looked
up and saw the dark clouds forming above his head. Oh damn it, who cares, it
would be only water.

�Ammit, Scyla, Lilith.� He called out to make sure
the dogs obeyed. All three came running after a moment and he petted them
contently, but sent them off again to romp.

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I know, I know, the chapter wasn�t that
brilliant. But I promise (without crossing my fingers behind my back) that
chapter seven will be juicy! Word of honour!

Okay, now I�ll wait for your reviews. Tehe.

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