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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 (who has always time for me. Thank you.)

Chapter 09

�Can we take the dogs with us?� Draco asked when Harry locked the door and went
over to the garage. He didn�t know how Potter did it, but again he behaved like
nothing had happened between them.

�Why? Am I not good enough company for you?� Harry asked teasingly and pushed
the garage door upwards.

�No, no, no.� Draco squeaked that Harry spun around and saw fear in Draco�s
eyes. �That�s not it. Really, Harry, that�s not what I meant.�

The brunette faltered in his steps and almost choked on his own spit. He
hurried over to Draco and wrapped him in his strong arms.

�Potter?� Draco snapped perplexed and found quickly
his equilibrium back. His fright of seconds ago forgotten.

�You just called me Harry.� Golden Boy grinned from ear to ear and Draco lifted
one eyebrow in disbelief.

�As if, Potter.� He drawled and wound out of the brunette�s grip, reluctantly,
but no one needed to know that little secret.

�No, really, you did.� Harry said, not letting go of the happy feeling in his
stomach.

�You�re delusional. Pure wishful thinking. Now get
into gear, your neighbours are probably already gawping.�

Harry turned around, but the grin wasn�t leaving his face. He had heard his
name, of that he was certain and no one could take that away from him � ever.

�So, what about the girls?� Draco asked when he
followed Harry into the garage. He knew that he had said �Harry� instead of
�Potter�. Of course he knew, he wasn�t retarded or
something. But wasn�t ready yet to accept that he felt more than gratitude or
annoyance towards Potter.

�They won�t fit on the bike.� Harry said earnestly, but smirked when he was
sure Draco wouldn�t see.

�WHAT? No bloody fucking way, Potter. I will definitely not sit again on
something that�s made in the depths of Hades. Especially not,
if you�re the driver.�

�Hey! I�m a very talented driver.� Draco�s face stayed unimpressed. �We
can�t take them with us. Dogs are not allowed in stores. And why do you want to
drag them along anyway?� Harry leaned carefully against his motorcycle and waited
patiently for an explanation.

Draco looked anywhere but Harry, until he decided to fix his gaze on his
trainers. This was why he had panicked before. �I� I� what if� they�� he
trailed of and bit his lower lip nervously.

�Draco.� The brunette male called softly. �I won�t allow anything happen to
you, but if you want we can go to Diagon Alley for
shopping.�

Draco�s head snapped up and Harry saw that the left corner of his mouth twitched.
�Hell no! I won�t wear robes. I�m not some needy old
geezer that loves a healthy breeze around their private parts.�

Harry fell into fits of laughter, but shuddered when he imagined old geezers
going commando, imagining Draco one the other hand�

�You wore them before.� He said to pull his head out of the gutter. It was so
typical Draco Malfoy to care more about clothes than being maybe noticed by
some wizards that Harry felt his heart flutter.

�Yes, of course I wore them, who didn�t? But I�m advanced in years now and my
mind agrees with my old, wizened body that we�re not going to turn into a needy
old geezer.� Draco said with played haughtiness and smirked complacently when
Harry cracked again up with laughter.

The Gryffindor pushed off the motorcycle and went close enough to Draco that he
could literally breathe down his neck. The blond could feel his breath against
his ear and knew that Harry�s lips would brush against the shell if he would
move his head the slightest.

�Wizened body my arse, Draco.� Harry whispered and Malfoy didn�t know why he
was suddenly breathing faster. �So, it�s the car then.� The brunette said when
he took one step back and Draco thanked him mentally.

�Yes, I�� Harry�s right hand glided gently over the bonnet when he went around
to the driver side and Draco forgot what he wanted to say in order to groan
loudly. �Potter, please don�t tell me that car�s for you are female as well.�

Golden Boy looked up and smiled cheekily. �Of course, she is. Right, sweety?� He asked the car
affectionately and patted the roof as though it was one of his dogs. Draco
bridged his right hand over his eyes and shook his head in utter disbelief.

�You just didn�t talk to it.� It wasn�t phrased as a question, in hope he had
that mistaken and his ears had played tricks on him.

�But of course!� Harry admitted happily. �I�m a man. Men do such things.�

Draco�s hand slid from his eyes down to his mouth in a useless attempt to hide
his amusement. �But, you�re gay, Potter.� He exclaimed between laughter and
chuckles. A moment or two went by before Draco realised that he was the only
one who thought his comment had been funny. He looked up with grey confused
eyes and saw that Potter looked at him unsmilingly.

�Who said that I�m gay?� The brunette asked with a frown and got in the car
behind the steering wheel. He had a really hard time to suppress the grin that
wanted to break free. Maybe this tactic egged Draco enough on to show Harry
that he wanted the same as Harry wanted.

�But� But�you� I�� Draco stuttered and stumbled over
to the passenger door. He opened the door and collapsed onto the leather car
seat. Harry put the key in the ignition and started the car.

�Something wrong?� He asked when he slowly rolled out
onto the entry.

�I� I�Nevermind.� Draco said
meekly and turned away to look out of the window at Potter�s house. The
brunette shrugged and got out of the car. He closed the garage door and
vanished inside the house again. Malfoy scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion,
after all the motor was still running.

Potter came back out of the house and Draco�s eyes lit up, despite the shock he
had gotten moments ago. Ammit, Scylla and Lilith were
brought out on a lead and straight over to the car. Potter didn�t even need to
push the driver seat forward. The girls squeezed between the seat and the car
body into the back of the car and jumped on a blanket that was waiting for them
on the back seat. Draco was surprised that they all fitted on the back seat.

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They were for about an hour in London�s
city centre now and talked barely to one another. Potter had already dragged
him in several shops, but he had always managed to keep Potter from buying
anything for him. The easiest was to simply assert that he didn�t like anything
in the shop and Potter would drag him right into the next one. If he kept that
up until Harry was annoyed enough to drive home, he�d been successful.

The crowd of people parted for them, like God had parted the red sea for Moses
and the Israelites, what was remarkable for London where everyone was in a hurry and
tried to squeeze through every so small gap in the crowd. Sometimes huge dogs
came in handy.

�No matter what you say, in the next shop we enter I�ll buy you something.�
Draco was only half-listening to Potter�s �threat�. He was still thinking about
Potter. Was Golden Boy really just playing with him? Was he only a little
amusement because no one else was available and on the scene at the moment?

How else should he explain what had happened so far between them and Potter
claiming at the same time that he wasn�t gay? The night they had first met
popped again in his mind and took his confusion to new levels. That night
Potter hadn�t reacted the slightest and today, this very morning, he had been
blatantly hard.

Draco�s cheeks turned a rosy colour and he was grateful that Ammit literally dragged him out of his thoughts when she pulled
a bit more and the lead tightened. The blond looked up and saw that Harry
wasn�t next to him anymore. He tried to spot the messy haired head over the
heads of the other passers-by, but everything looked the same by the autumn
weather, everything was a muddy grey.

Ammit didn�t stop dragging and snarled angrily when
one pedestrian trod on her paw. Draco�s head swished from left to right in
search of Potter�s mop of hair or Lilith or Scylla and followed the Bullmastiff
like he was walking on the leash and not the dog.

�There you are, Draco.� Harry exclaimed and Draco felt relief flooding his
body. Ammit had led him straight to the others, who
waited in front of another shop entrance. Draco kneeled down in front of the
Bullmastiff and slung his arms around her neck.

�Thank you, love.� He whispered, before standing up again and facing Potter. �Let�s
get this over with, Potter.� He said annoyed and tied Ammit�s
leash to a pole next to the entrance. Harry did the same with Lilith and Scylla
and ordered the dogs to sit and wait for them to return.

Draco was already browsing the shelves and garment rails when Potter finally joined
him. It had been an eternity since he�d been shopping the last time and
actually he wanted to try on this and that, oh and that as well, and blimey
that would look good on him, but he couldn�t, he simply wouldn�t.

He tried to seem annoyed and indifferent and the fact that Potter was
apparently playing with him helped immensely. He turned towards Golden Boy,
looked bored at him and said, while walking past him: �I don�t like anything
here.�

Harry grabbed his elbow and stopped him from leaving the shop. �Not again,
Draco. This time you won�t get away that easy.� Harry spun him around and took
his hand in his. Draco looked startled at their connected hands and up at
Potter. �Come on, Draco.�

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His father would turn in his grave if he would see that a Malfoy was dragged
through a shop and needed to carry the clothes. Potter had let go off his hand
a while ago, but had demoted him to his personal burro. Once in a while a new
item landed on the pile and it got more and more difficult for him to see
anything when the pile grew above his head.

A young saleswoman joined Harry quickly, after asking if she could be of any
help and Potter telling her what he wanted and that he wanted it for Draco.
Rebecca, the sales woman, enjoyed herself obviously when she added piece after
piece to the pile.

�Potter!� Draco growled; his voice muffled by the
clothes. �If you don�t stop immediately, I�ll simply drop everything and walk
out of the doors without one single new piece.� His voice sounded rather
strained and Harry showed mercy, knowing that Draco wasn�t joking.

He steered the blond over to the changing cubicles with his hands resting on
the slim hips and Draco was grateful that he couldn�t see the blush that tinted
his cheeks in a, probably very embarrassing, colour.

Harry opened the door to the cubicle and shoved Draco gently inside. �Take your
time, but I want to see everything, so that you can�t claim nothing
fit.� The brunette called and Draco dropped the pile on a chair with a defeated
sigh, there went his plan down the drain.

He heard Potter and Rebecca chat amicably in the changing area, probably
directly in front of his changing cubicle, when he rummaged the tremendous pile
of clothes for the first things to try on. A pair of nifty black dress trousers
landed in his hands and he wondered why Potter had added them to the pile. He
definitely didn�t need anything� posh. He definitely didn�t want anything posh.

He put them on nevertheless. And a fitting white dress shirt that hid as well
in the pile. Potter wouldn�t leave him alone anyway until he�d presented
himself in it. Actually he felt terribly overdressed. With a sigh he opened the
door of the changing cubicle. He knew he looked good, the mirror in the cubicle
had showed it and Malfoy�s had anyway this certain �je ne sais quoi� that made
them look good in everything and if he said �everything� he meant �Everything�,
but the looks he received from Rebecca and Potter made him believe that he didn�t
just look good, but stunning.

�Draco, I so definitely will buy that.� Harry almost stumbled over his own
words and Rebecca only nodded numbly, too occupied with gawking at his clad
form. Malfoy felt his mouth twitch, begging for the Malfoy smirk, but he fought
it down and stared at Potter.

�What for, Potter? I have no use for such clothes.� He grumbled and turned on
his heels to head back into the changing cubicle. This was insane and
completely surreal. Had Potter and he changed personalities? He took off the
trousers and shirt and threw them over the cubicle door and knew he had hit
Potter when a startled yelp echoed through the shop.

The next thirty minutes Draco felt like a model that presented the entire men
fashion line of the shop. Only a proper catwalk was missing and the blond would
maybe start spinning on the spot around himself. His pride was slightly hurt,
but he could handle it. What he couldn�t handle so far was that Potter was
virtually undressing him every time he stepped out of the changing cubicle.

Maybe it wasn�t the looks, but the knowledge that they weren�t meant in
honesty, that unsettled him. He didn�t like being a plaything. Aside from that
he wanted to smash his fist into the mirror, because Potter was giving him the
looks while flirting openly with Rebecca. He should smash Potter instead of the
mirror.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that only one more pair of black
trousers was left to present. The
blond shimmied out of his momentary pair and put on the last pair. His eyes
widened in surprise when he pulled the waistband over his bum � they were
tight. No, actually they were tight, tight that he needed to arrange his front
differently so that nothing hurt.

He smirked at his reflection and turned around to cast a glance at his behind.
Not bad, he thought. Rebecca giggled outside and Harry�s deep laughter joined
her so that Draco�s face fell and the smirk turned into a sneer. He pushed the
door open and suddenly thought that he shouldn�t just smack Potter but Rebecca
as well.

Her hand rested on Potter�s chest and Draco ground his teeth and she giggled
again. �Oh Harry, I hope you�ll succeed.�

Malfoy cleared his throat and both heads snapped up and looked at him. He
stepped out of the changing cubicle and was completely aware of the looks he
received. He stood in front of the huge mirror that was fixed to the wall at
the end of the changing area and could see every look Harry was sending him.
The man almost drooled on his own trainers. Not gay my arse, Draco thought and
snorted at the pun when Potter�s eyes were glued to his behind.

�Mr Malfoy, the trousers look amazing on you.� Why did Rebecca call him Mister,
he wasn�t older than she and it made him feel� old. But he didn�t want to be
called �Draco� either. Damn it!

The door of a second cubicle opened and another customer stepped out. His eyes
landed immediately on Draco and raked over the blond�s body openly. The low
whistle he gave in appreciation called Harry into action.

The brunette hurried over and put a possessing hand on Draco�s slender hip. He
leaned over and whispered in Draco�s ear so that it sent shivers down the
blond�s spine, but didn�t leave the stranger out of his eyes and watched him
with help of the mirror.

�You look mind-blowing.�

�I know.� Draco snorted, trying to hide his nervousness. This was exactly such
a scene he couldn�t understand � Potter �molesting� him. The hand on his hip
snaked upwards and seized his elbow carefully. �Potter!�
Draco hissed quietly. He didn�t want to make a scene and decided to follow
boy-wonder when he whispered a short �follow me� into his ear.

Potter winked at Rebecca and Draco felt his blood boil in anger when he was
shoved into the changing cubicle. �What the fuck, Potter?� He was pushed face
first against one side part and his bluster ebbed when Golden Boy pressed his
body against his backside. The hardness against his bum was undeniable.

�Potter, I�ll scream if you won�t step back instantly.� Draco snarled and
received only a dirty short laugh.

�I don�t think so, Draco.� Harry purred in a deeper voice and ran his right
hand up and down Draco�s thigh. His left found its way to the blond tresses and
brushed them gently away from the pale neck. Malfoy twitched when soft lips
planted kisses up his neck to his ear and back down to his shoulder.

�Stop. Stop it, Harry.� The blond whispered, but
stretched his neck invitingly at the same time. Rough hands snaked around him
and under the hem of his tee-shirt to brush against his heated skin. The
fingertips dipped into the waistband of his trousers and Draco gasped.

�You�ll wear these trousers only when I�m around, So that nobody tries to take
you away from me.�

�WHAT?� Draco yelled, when he realised what Potter just had said to him. He
bent his arm and rammed his elbow into Potter�s side, not hard, but it was
enough to get him off his back. �You sick twisted� what the fuck is wrong with
you?� Draco yelled and made Harry�s ears ring in that short distance.

�I�m not your plaything or someone you can use to find some entertainment.� The
blond went on and worked himself in a conniption. Harry on the other hand only
watched him calmly. He put a silencing charm on the changing cubicle and let
Draco rant and rave.

�What do you want from me, Potter? What�s your frigging problem?� He massaged
his forehead and temples in agony and Harry could hear him breath heavily, but
kept quiet. The silence aggravated Draco even more. He wanted to hear Potter
struggling with excuses to yell at him even more.

�You tell me you�re not gay, you flirt openly with Rebecca�� he said the name overly sweetly and rolled his eyes. �and at the same time you touch me, whisper in my ear. Fuck,
Potter, you just kissed my neck.� Draco exclaimed and threw his hands in the
air that they were at face level. Harry saw his chance and used it. He grabbed
both hands and pulled that Draco stumbled clumsily forward against Potter. He
was completely off-guard and Harry pressed his lips against his in a slow-going
careful kiss.

Draco�s hands struggled in his grip for a moment, but went slack when he nipped
at the blond�s lower lip and hummed in pleasure. He had expected a bit more
resistance from Draco�s side, but who was he to complain? Malfoy kissed back
eagerly and whimpered when Harry didn�t want to let go of his hands, he wanted
to touch him so badly all of a sudden.

The kiss broke and Draco looked into green eyes that showed so much merriment
that it couldn�t mean anything good. Potter gave a small laugh that sounded
almost derisive to Draco and he felt his heart sink. Had he really thought that
Golden Boy was interested in him, that he wanted him not just for amusement?
Stupid Malfoy, he reproached himself.

�See, and now I just kissed your mouth.� Harry said teasingly in reference to
Draco�s former exclamation. The blond felt the anger rise again and yanked his
hands out of Potter�s grip. Not even caring that he still wore a pair of unpaid
trousers, he grabbed his trainers and stormed out of the changing cubicle.

�Fuck you, Potter! Fuck you and your sick twisted mind.� He stormed out of the
shop, still on his socks, trainers in hand and no jumper on to keep him warm.
The alarm signal of the anti-theft-device set off when he ran out of the
entrance door, but he couldn�t care less. The dogs were barking happily when he
ran their way, but he paid them no attention and walked past them.

Why had he thought that Potter had really meant the kiss? Even though he had
believed it only for mere seconds, the reality was devastating nevertheless. He
immerged in the mob and allowed himself to be pulled in any direction. He didn�t
feel the cold of the pavement slabs or the icy wind, the anger that still
seethed inside of him distracted him quiet easily.

Draco didn�t notice that the street was rife with many small stands that tried
to dispose anything possible. Some only tried to advertise their bars and clubs
and handed out flyers, others tried to talk pedestrians into subscriptions of
any kind or asked to donate for endangered species most of the people didn�t
even know.

The blond didn�t even see his old boss, when he was only two metres away. Too
immersed in his thoughts and cursing Potter with every word that sounded vile
enough, he jumped out of his skin when a huge hand wrapped around his neck and
pulled him aside.

Yep, I know. It�s an evil cliffy.
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