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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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Hello
everyone, I�m sorry, it took so long to update, but I was a bit busy the last
days and forgot about updating. *hides behind big tree* I had no time to write
anything.

Please bear with the question what Harry�s doing by night, I will reveal
everything along the story, but it needs some time. And I promise he�s no villain,
but actually, now that I think about it, no good bloke either.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed so
far and will review for this chapter.

And don�t hate Ron too much, he�s a good
reason. Promise.

BARKING DOGS DO NOT BITE

BETA: Chris

Chapter 08

Not thinking sounded good. Switching off the mind was the perfect idea, Draco thought when Harry closed the door from the
outside. He couldn�t spend one thought on what had happened only seconds ago,
or even worse where this could have ended.

Why hadn�t he pushed Potter away, also he hadn�t had an idea where Potter had
wanted to take this. But hadn�t it exactly been what he had wanted? To arouse
Potter�s interest? This was all too much. First, stumbling over
Potter after three years, only to be saved by him. Then fixing him up
and thinking that Golden Boy was straighter than a pole, only to meet him some
days later and being on the receiving end of openly flirting. And now? Now he had been� molested? Was �molested� the right
word, when you didn�t fight, when you felt your skin prickle where you�ve been
touched, when you were breathing hard and feeling calm at the same time, when
you� when you wanted the other to finish what he�d begun?

Draco buried his face in his hands and made a whiny noise in the back of his
throat. Hadn�t he said not to think about it? Damn, Potter. Damn him and his
gentle fingers and his growling voice. A shiver ran through his body and he
knew that it wasn�t due to excitement. He toed off his trainers and socks and
opened the buttons of his black jeans.

Malfoy stepped out of the heap of wet shoes, jeans and underwear and hurried
into the bathroom. He was in the shower and enjoyed the warm water, before he
could start thinking about Potter again. Now that he knew Potter was downstairs
and he wasn�t the only human being in the house he could relax even without
audience.

His body temperature regularised slowly and he stopped shivering. The inventor
of the shower didn�t just deserve his gratitude, he or
she deserved a nobel prize.

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Harry stormed down the stairs and into the living room, the dogs hot on his
heels. There was still music heard, but at the moment he couldn�t care less. As
expected Ron Weasley�s head loomed out of glowing flames inside his fireplace
and he wanted to put all the blame on the redhead for messing up his possible
chance to get Draco � to awaken Draco�s interest for him.

He stopped in the doorframe so that Ron couldn�t see him and inhaled sharply to
compose himself. He couldn�t blame his mate for something he didn�t know about.
No one, except his kindergarten children knew about Draco and he intended to
keep it like that for a while at least for the rest of the world. Whether he
would tell the Weasley�s, or rather Ron and Hermione Weasley, depended on what
Ron wanted now and in what mood he was in later. The brunette rearranged his
still tight trousers and went over to his fireplace, bracing himself for a
round of yelling.

�Where have you been?� Ron shouted, sending ash and ember all over the small
rug that lay in front of the fireplace, when Harry showed himself his best
friend. The dogs took a step back, knowing the danger of fire from their own
experiences.

�Sorry, have been upstairs. Didn�t hear the firecall chime.� Harry answered, swallowing the
retort he wanted to give.

�Get your butt over here, Mione�s in labour.�

�WHAT?� Harry screeched. He would have had come up with hundred things Ron may have
wanted, but he hadn�t reckon with that. �Already? But she
isn�t due until��

�Next month. I know. But it seems that my babies can�t wait to see their daddy.�
Ron said enthusiastically and somehow his goofy grin was infectious.

�Okay, I�ll be over in a sec.� Harry said and his cheeks began to hurt from
smiling.

�The midwife�s already here and we�ll take Hermione over to St. Mungos now. Go over there, yeah?� Ron asked and suddenly
flinched when he heard Hermione scream in the background. Harry didn�t know if
he should feel sorry for Ron or laugh about the threat Mione
had sent towards him.

�Okay mate, I�ll be there. And watch your bollocks or Mione
will carry out her threat.� Harry said sardonically.

�Ha Ha!� Ron exclaimed
sarcastically and the flames died down and Ron was gone.

Harry whirled around on the spot and grinned at the she-dogs. �I�m going to
become an uncle.� He said ecstatically and totally forgot that he�d been angry
with Ron. He stopped the music with one movement of his right hand and hurried
into the kitchen. Grabbing a scribbling pad and a biro, he hexed the biro quickly
to pen a short note for Draco, before he put the scribbling pad on the kitchen
table that he could hurry back to the living room and apparate
to St Mungo�s.

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For two hours he�d been hiding now in his room and hadn�t heard anything of
Potter or the girls yet. He had thought that Golden Boy would storm back into
his room the moment he stepped out of the shower, but nothing had happened and
he started to believe that Potter regretted what he had done earlier.

He didn�t want to face the Gryffindor poster boy in fear of being kicked out of
the house after less than two days, because Potter thought awkward of the
situation. Fine, the situation was a little bit dodgy, but he didn�t want to
leave these four walls that gave him security. He didn�t want to leave the
possibilities of taking a shower when he wanted, of eating when he was hungry,
of sleeping in a wonderful bed, of having company.

He weighed up the pros and cons of barricading himself in his room, like he had
already done in the morning and came to the same conclusion when his stomach
threw a spanner in his plans and growled loudly � he had no food.

Draco sighed in surrender. There weren�t many options he had. Either waiting
till Potter showed up and being hungry until then, but if he hadn�t showed up
yet, he probably would never come to his room again, Draco thought. Or bracing
himself and going down to find some food and accepting to face Potter. Hadn�t
Mrs McTurner prepared some wonderful casserole for
dinner tonight?

His stomach rumbled loudly and he knew that he had made a decision. He pulled
the clean t-shirt, he�d been holding all the time, over his head and went out
the door. The house was eerily silent and he descended the stairs slower than
he�d planned, with all his senses on alert. Down in the hall he saw that the
living room door was still held open by a big floor vase, but no music was
blaring anymore.

He heard the padding sound of paws and felt relief flooding his body. Ammit,
Scylla and Lilith came out of the living room and trudged over to him. �Hey girls.� He said and petted each dog. �So, where�s
Potter?� His stomach rumbled again and he went for the kitchen to warming-up
the casserole.

The blond spotted the scribbling pad, but went to the baking oven first. He
opened it, checked if the casserole was okay and turned the oven on.

�Draco,

I apparated to St Mungo
hospital.� Draco�s eyes widened. �Don�t
worry, I�m fine. Hermione went into labour and I�m going to make sure that she
won�t hurt Ron too much while he�s holding her hand. I don�t know when I�ll be back
therefore I wish you a good night.

Harry�

�HA!� Draco exclaimed. �As if I�d be
worried.� His mind teased him with the memory that he had seconds ago
been shocked to read Potter being in hospital. He growled angrily and threw the
scribbling pad down on the table. He turned towards the kitchen range and
opened wall cupboards randomly in search of a plate. After that it was the
drawers turn to be searched through for cutlery.

�AaHa!� Draco called as
though he had found Potter with the hand in the cookie jar. He took the
cigarette packet out of the drawer and turned it in his hands. �So, Potter
really smokes. I thought it had been an illusion.� He told the dogs, meaning
the moment when they had come back from their walkie.
�I didn�t smell it earlier.� He added and blushed heavily when he remembered
why had probably been too distracted to notice.

The blond threw the packet back into the drawer and pushed it loudly shut.
�Don�t think about it, Malfoy.� He scolded himself and went over to the dogs to
distract his mind. He saw the girls prowling in front of their empty bowls and
wondered how Potter could forget such an important thing. He filled the bowls
quickly and watched for a moment the dogs guzzling their dinner.

Ten minutes later he went with his own dinner into the living room and switched
on the telly. It was the second evening alone in Potter�s home and he hoped
that it wouldn�t turn into his second night alone as well. Not that he was overly
eager to be in Potter�s presence, noooo, but everyone
was better than no one.

At twelve o�clock Potter hadn�t returned yet and Draco decided to turn in. He
wouldn�t even admit it on threat of violence, but he was somewhat disappointed.

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�So, Harry�� Hermione said and Harry looked up from the armchair he was sitting
in, with the newborn baby-boy in his arms. The birth had taken about three
hours and the young mother had felt like dead weight that couldn�t move
anymore. But when both her babies were handed to her, securely wrapped in
fluffy blankets, she felt some power very slowly crawling back into her body.

Now it was close to midnight and she had had taken a short nap while Ron and
Harry had taken care of the babies. She didn�t know how and what, but Ron would
need to make up for the pain she�d just been through.

Helena Josephine Weasley slept soundly in the arms of her daddy and her older
brother, of fifteen minutes, Jason Ronald Weasley made cute baby noises in the
arms of his uncle, who looked still questioningly at Hermione.

�how come you�re so happy?� the only girl of the
Gryffindor trio asked softly, her exhaustion still obvious. Since the moment
Harry had stepped into her room he was all smiles.

�Mione, don�t be daft�� Harry responded with the
smile still gracing his face. He held his left index finger in front of Jason
and the tiny hand closed around it. �I�m an uncle now. Is that no reason to be
happy?�

�Of course it is. But being daddy of these two is so much better.� Ron interfered
and teased his best mate. Harry reacted rather mature and stuck out his tongue.
Hermione just rolled her eyes.

�Ron�s right. Of course you�re supposed to be happy, otherwise I�d be unhappy,
but�� she paused for a moment and looked intently at Harry. ��there�s something
else.�

Harry sighed heavily. Leave it to Hermione to recognise things she wasn�t
allowed to notice at all. He watched his little niece instead of his best
friends and braced himself for the big bang.

�I found him.� He said so softly that the others needed to strain their ears.
Ron�s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and Hermione looked a bit puzzled
herself.

�Who did you� Oh my god!� She
exclaimed and smacked her hand over her mouth when she noticed how loud she had
been. Helena
luckily didn�t wake. �You really� you did?� Harry nodded and looked up at
Hermione.

�Who, mate?� Ron�s brain was probably still stuck at the fact that he was now
father of twins.

�He�s found Draco.� Hermione said with tears in her eyes and her gaze never
leaving Harry�s.

�Finally!� Ron groaned. �About bloody time that you
stop being a constantly whining and complaining pain in the��

�Ron!� Hermione said sharply, but her serious expression turned soft when she
heard the chuckles coming from Harry. A sound she hadn�t heard in a long time.
She had seen him interact with his kindergarten children, but it was like two
persons were living in one body. The moment he was away from the children his
happy mask slipped and he was his depressive, unhappy self.

�How? When? Where�s he now?� Hermione asked excitedly
and blushed slightly when Harry chuckled once again.

�Well, let�s say we stumbled across each other last Sunday night. And now he�s
living with me.�

�HE what?� This time it was Ron who covered his mouth,
but too slow and Helena
began crying in protest. Her daddy took care of her and Hermione pursued the
interrogation. One stern look of her was enough to make Harry speak.

�I asked him to move in with me. He was� he was homeless.� Hermione could see
that it pained Harry to say something like that about Draco and she reached out
to put her hand on his arm in a comforting gesture.

�I�m sorry, Harry. It�s good that you found him. I�m happy for you. Does he,
well, does he know?� She asked and the brunette shook his head. A small smile
came back to his face. �Well, so what are you still doing here when he�s not
here? Off you go!�

Golden Boy laughed softly and handed Jason to his mother. He kissed Hermione on
the forehead and waved goodbye at Ron before he
apparated back home. Draco was nowhere seen. He found the casserole on the
cooker and was pleased to see that the blond had eaten dinner, not much but it
was a start.

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�Good morning.� Draco spun around and almost dropped the cup he held in his
hand.

�Blimey, Potter. Don�t scare me that much.� He said when Harry came through the
patio door with Ammit, Scylla and Lilith in tow. He pressed his flat hand over
his heart, as if he wanted to keep it in his chest, and turned back around.
�So, you�ve been outside with the dogs?� He had assumed that much when he�d
woken up that morning and no one had been around. Fine, at first he had
panicked, but after he had assumed it and that was what counts, right?

�Yeah, jogging.� Harry said and flopped down on a
chair. The table was ready laid for breakfast and a small smile cracked his
face. Draco turned around with the coffee in his hand and looked closer at
Potter. The man had really been out jogging. He was soaked in sweat, but didn�t
seem to be overly out of puff. The dogs, on the other hand, were obviously
happy to be back home when they trudged from their
water bowls to their blankets and landed on them with loud sighs.

�Thank you.� Harry said when he got a cup of hot steaming black liquid handed.
Draco fetched his cup of tea from the worktop and sat down across from Potter.
�It�s so cute that you made breakfast.� The brunette male said with glee and
although Draco could hear the mocking behind it, couldn�t bite his tongue and
grumbled something into his tea that sounded suspiciously like �I�m not cute.�

�So, how�s Granger?� Draco asked quickly to change the topic. He had seen
Potter�s delighted smirk and didn�t want to hear more of it.

Draco was positively surprised that Potter behaved like nothing had happened
yesterday. Because nothing had happened, a small voice inside his head told him
again. This morning he had actually again considered to hide in his room, but
made up his mind when he didn�t know what to do with himself. Since five
o�clock in the morning he�d lain awake and at nine he�d been bored stiff.

So, he had faked Gryffindor courage and had gone down to make breakfast only to
find the house empty.

�It�s Weasley now.� Harry said between two sips of coffee. He put the mug down
and looked at all the food on the table. �They are married for about ten months
now. But, she�s fine. Hermione�s fine, like the twins and their Daddy feels
like the luckiest man on earth at the moment.�

Draco snorted when he imagined the moronic grin on the read head�s face while
cooing over his Weasel babies. �Twins? So, he must
have had fast swimmers, eh?� He asked with barely contained laughter that broke
completely free when Harry snorted in his coffee and spilled it all over his sweaty
jumper.

The brunette cursed loudly and tried to pull the fabric away from his chest,
hoping that he hadn�t burned his skin. He pulled the jumper over his head and
threw it over the backrest of another chair.

�Shite. That�s not funny, Draco.� He complained and
looked at Malfoy and noticed that the Slytherin didn�t pay him attention, but
his chest. A dirty smirk replaced the annoyance. He flexed his muscles several
times, only for Draco�s pleasure, and watched with satisfaction when a soft
pink tongue darted out and wetted Draco�s lips slowly.

�Draco. Draco. My face is up here.� Harry said amused and snapped his fingers
in front of Draco�s face. The blond startled and looked finally at him.

�I� I� Potter, what happened to your lip?� Draco gasped when he noticed the
wound on Potter�s lower lip for the first time. Hadn�t he looked at Potter�s
face often enough the last days? His hand shot up like it had its own life and
his fingers traced over Harry�s lower lip without realising what he did.

A shudder ran down Harry�s spine when Draco touched him that gently and he
wanted to pull the git over the kitchen table right into his lap. What was he
thinking to do this? The blond was walking deathly thin ice at the moment
without knowing it, Harry thought and he felt the goose bumps along his arms.

If his carelessness, to conceal his wounds properly, brought him such reactions
from Draco, maybe he should consider going completely without concealment
charms and present the whole damage.

His hand seized Draco�s and brought it to his mouth to kiss the palm lovingly.
His eyes were fixed to Draco�s and he saw that those beautiful grey pools were
swirling with shock, but also excitement what made his cock swell quickly.

�Potter, what� Har�� Harry wanted to scream in joy.
He had almost forced his first name from Draco�s lips, but a shudder had
stopped him and Harry liked the shudder even more. His lips nipped the skin of
Draco�s palm that was still as soft as if it had never seen one day of work
even after three years on the streets.

�It�s nothing.� Golden Boy said between nips and didn�t know if Draco realised
that he just had answered his question about his cracked lip. His tongue glided
between middle- and ring-finger and Draco moaned for the first time. Harry was
the one who was �worshipping� Draco�s hand here, but he hadn�t believed that it
was so voluptuous, that it delighted Draco that much and himself as well.

He kissed a small path up to Draco�s wrist and began licking the pulse point.
Draco�s wrist stiffened and he dipped his tongue in the hollow that formed
between the ulna and the sinew in the middle of the wrist.

�What do you think about shopping for new clothes for you, today?� Harry asked
while he lapped further and didn�t leave Draco�s flushed face out of his eyes.
He needed to take advantage of this moment to get Draco some clothes. Also he
wondered how he was able to think about clothes, when he didn�t want anything
more than Draco naked � beneath him � panting his name � writhing in pleasure�

�Sho� Sho� Shopping sounds�
sounds fine.� Draco stammered distracted. His left hand vanished under the
tabletop and he pressed his carpal bone against his manhood that was aching
hard.

�Are you sure?�

�Ye� Yes, yes, I�m sure.� The blond moaned when Harry used his teeth one last
time, before he let go of Draco�s hand.

�Great! Then let�s get ready. I just need to take a quick shower.�

�Wha� Wha�� Draco was
rendered speechless. From one moment to the next Harry had stopped. It had felt
so wonderful, so� so� god he was so hard. �Okay, I�ll clean the kitchen quickly.�
He said, trying to find his calm usual self back. But he wouldn�t stand up with
Potter still in the same room.

Harry didn�t seem to care, Draco realised when his eyes widened in surprise.
The brunette male rose from his chair and presented an impressing bulge in his
tracksuit trousers without any sense of shame. �Good. I�ll be down in twenty
minutes.� He said and left the kitchen with an expression that was much too
smug for Draco�s liking.

He slumped back in his chair and sighed heavily when Potter was out in the
hall. He looked up and down the table that was still laden with untouched food,
and groaned. He had just agreed to go shopping with Potter � for clothes for
him, HIM Draco bloody Malfoy. Hadn�t he said something about �not imposing on
Potter�?

�Well, looking and trying on didn�t necessarily need to mean buying, told Draco
himself when he stood up and began to clean the kitchen. He grabbed one of the
pancakes and ate it while putting the other food in the fridge.

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