Chapter 14

                                        

                                              
Published: 4/28/2025

Harry looked out the window. Malfoy had just left after dinner. He didn't know what he was expecting, anger? Harsh words? But Malfoy just seemed resigned. Didn't even fight him over dinner. Harry had held off leaving. It was amusing to mess with Malfoy. When Malfoy came back, he came right in.
"I'll set it up tomorrow. Well, we can watch Merlin before bed, Bingo."
Harry growled at the name, and Malfoy chuckled. 
After Merlin, which was growing on Harry, he followed Malfoy into his room and jumped on his bed to watch him strip. He was really starting to appreciate the show.
Malfoy noticed him watching, again. "You are a big gay dog, aren't you, Boy?"
Harry wagged his tail, and his tongue lobbed out of his mouth. He did find Malfoy's body exceptional, even with the scars. Malfoy rubbed his head and got in. Harry snuggled up next to him, licking the scars that he had marred him with. Guilt was eating him. Seeing it was agonizing. He had maimed someone. He had hurt Malfoy... nearly killed him, and Malfoy had saved him. Not only from the car accident but at the Manor, too. Malfoy was good, too... a good person. 
Malfoy squirmed at his affections. "Stop... geez." Malfoy petted him and rubbed his tummy. Oh, how Harry loved tummy rubs. He wasn't sure who fell asleep first.
The next morning, Malfoy had locked him outside. No doubt setting up his next plan. Harry looked forward to it and, more importantly, barking at the squirrel. It was taunting him by running back and forth through the branches. It would fall one day. He knew it.
"Dog!" Malfoy called. "Leave the bloody squirrel alone! Come inside."
Harry let off a few more barks and walked inside. Malfoy grabbed his collar and dragged him toward the laundry room. Harry was sure that he could have gotten away, but it would have involved hurting Malfoy. He decided to see where this was going. As soon as Malfoy got him inside, Harry saw the cage, which was aluminum grated metal. The door was open. His dog bowl, with kibble-laced food, was inside. He began resisting, clawing at the floor to escape.
"Nope. You're going in," Malfoy said, and shoved him inside, locking the door.
Harry started barking and pacing. He didn't like it one bit. He growled, menacingly.
"Hey, you crashed through the wall! You could have hurt yourself, broken a pipe or an electrical thingy. Now, eat your food."
"Woof!" he barked, but Draco left, leaving the door open.
Harry snickered. Rookie. The cage lock was simply lifting the loop handle and pushing it sideways. It took all of ten minutes to unlock. Harry grabbed the dog dish and dumped the dog at the entrance of the door. Then he broke into the fridge and found a Tupperware dish of spaghetti to eat.
He cleared his face off in his water bowl and then hopped onto the couch to watch the telly. With difficulty, he turned it on. He found it harder to turn the channel, but he eventually found the Discovery Channel.
He turned it off when he saw Malfoy's car come home. Malfoy did look surprised to see him.
"My little escape artist and what the hell? Did you dump your food here to mock me?" he said, incredulously.
"Woof!" Harry responded.
"Stubborn prat, that's what you are. You know who you remind me of? Potter."
"Woof! Woof!" Harry barked eagerly and wagged his tail.
Malfoy's eyes went wide. "Potter? You want to be called Potter?!" 
"Woof!" Harry responded and did a circle. 
Malfoy stared at him in disbelief. "Maybe you're Potter's second life," he said, dropping to his knees to scratch Harry's head. 
"Grr," Harry responded, wagging his tail vigorously. 
Malfoy stared at him and was quiet as he petted him. "He's gone, you know? It's been five years, and I miss him a lot."
Harry tilted his head. He did? And five years?
"You even have some green in your eyes."
Harry licked his face. He hadn't known that as he was colorblind as a dog.
"Alright, Prat... I mean, Potter. You won dinner again. Tomorrow is a new day," he said, and Vanished the dog food on the floor.
"Oh... if you dump anything on my bed... I'll ward you off it!" he threatened.
Harry thought it was a fair request. Malfoy treated him to steak bites. His scraps, but still, it was good even cold. Malfoy gave him some carrots, too. Harry licked his hand and face affectionately afterward.