Chapter 20

                                        

                                              
Published: 5/16/25
TRIGGER WARNING: Choking
Harry was going to try again. Maybe if he got far enough away, Malfoy couldn't Summon him and risk violating the Statute. He was a runner after all. He tugged and twisted, but the collar was snug on his throat and wouldn't slip off no matter how hard he pulled. He coughed hard as he backed away, trying to force it up and over. It was no good. Clawing the chain or the collar off would take too long.
He huffed and inspected the anchor point. Malfoy had wrapped the plastic-wrapped chain around the tree and clipped the lead onto the chain itself to secure it. Harry glanced at the house and didn't see Malfoy at the door. With his teeth, he pulled some slack out and held the loop in his mouth. He laid down and fiddled the clip so it was pinned to the ground with one paw. Then he carefully used his claw on his other paw to lower the clasp bar. The hook opened and he moved the loosened cord with his mouth until it slipped out of the hook.
Freedom!
Harry ran to the fence, desperate to escape before Malfoy finished his dinner. He leapt up to the top of the fence and paused only a second before hopping down. Unfortunately, he wasn't thinking about the plastic chain that was trailing behind him. He was almost to the ground when suddenly he was yanked to a halt before he hit the ground. His head was forced up and backward as his whole body slammed into the upright fence.
His collar was digging into his throat. He looked upward and saw that the chain was caught at the top. Panic was building rapidly as his rear paws only barely touched the ground. He was being strangled. His mind only briefly weighed his options. Turning human was the last. He took in some restricted breaths, used whatever air he had left and let out a high-pitched shriek, hoping Malfoy would hear.
He was out of air, and the collar was cutting off the circulation to his brain. He was only lightly whining as his eyes shut. He was almost gone, unable to hold on, when he heard, "Potter? Where are you? Potter?! Oh, shit! Sectumsepra!" 
Harry dropped to the ground, and he took a staggering breath. Fence remnants fell on him. A sudden Apparation crack sounded, and Malfoy appeared in front of him. 
"Potter! Potter!" he screamed, dropping to his knees and pulling at his collar to make sure he could breathe.
Harry whined softly and looked up at Draco's face. He was crying.
"Oh, Potter! I thought I lost you again!" he cried, and cradled Harry into his arms. He hugged him to his chest.
Harry was taking deep breaths and whining more.
"Shhh... you're okay... we're okay..." Draco said, nearly going into hysterics as he sobbed into his fur. Harry was calming down and confused at Draco's reaction.
Draco hugged him and eventually calmed down enough to let go. He checked his neck, again, and petted him. He unclipped the chain from his collar, and then took the whole collar off, too. Then he gently rubbed Harry's body and limbs.
"Okay... you're okay," Draco said, as though convincing himself. "What the bloody hell! How the hell did you unclip the lead? It didn't go near the fence! Damn it, Dog! You do stupid shit like Potter did!"
Well, he wasn't wrong. Harry whined and wagged his tail. He licked Malfoy's face. He had saved him, again, and honestly seemed distraught that he almost died. Harry nuzzled his nose into his neck and whined softly. Draco hugged him and lifted him up.
"Definitely making my arms stronger, Potter," he murmured, as he walked to the front. 
Draco was panting by the time he got to the front door, but he refused to let go of him. He magicked the door open and kicked it shut. He carried him to the couch, and Draco sat down, still hugging him into his chest.
"You're okay," he said, again, but then he started crying uncontrollably. He petted him and kissed his head a few times.
"I can't lose you," Draco sobbed, petting him."  It's just been me for-for so long...  for years alone. I mean, Blaise and Pansy stop by a few times a year... but... t-there's no one else who... who cares if I live or die. Please... please don't leave me!" he pleaded, desperately.
Harry licked his face. He hated how much pain Draco was in. Pain that he had caused and for what? Sleeping outside when it was cold and raining? eating dead animals? getting into fights with strays? and running... always running. Would it be so bad to stay?
Harry was an Alpha... sure... but maybe he didn't want to live in the wild anymore.
He tried to remember why he enjoyed living in the woods with no one but other strays for company. But there was nothing. No pets... no warm food... no soft bed... no cuddles. Malfoy... Draco wasn't a prick. He cared about him. He was crying over him, and Harry couldn't leave him. Not now that Draco had saved his life twice.
It was more than that as Harry lifted his head to stare at Draco. He whined softly and licked Draco's cheek. Draco kissed his nose and rubbed his head between his ears with both his hands. Harry finally realized that he never wanted to leave.




So... I had a dream about this 온라인카지노게임. A different ending than where I was going to go. Might have something to do with all the K9 takedown videos I watch on YouTube. But it would definitely draw out the 온라인카지노게임 more... sound interesting? It'll be a little more action and excitement over what I had of (SPOILER) "they live happily ever after". Sorry, but if you've read any of my stories, I torture the F out of my characters, but it's always good guys win, bad guys lose and as always... England prevails. Wait... I mean... Harry and Draco are together. So, mushy love pets and shennighans or should some action be thrown into the mushy parts?
Also (spoiler) - there will be no bestiality in this, unless excessive face licks, lingering looks from Harry and tummy and ear rubs are considered it. So sorry if you wanted that. There's kinky stuff on Ao3 if you want that. 
Also also... be careful with leashes and chains... choking can easily happen. Dogs will jump and climb and bad things can happen.