Disclaimer on first chapter and this chapter's title speaks for itself

Chapter Six – Trouble has arrived

But all was not to last as Draco found out the next morning when he made himself comfortable on his cushion. Harry had told him he hated the daily prophet but he ordered it only because he needed to keep up to date with what was going on in the wizarding world.

Draco ducked to the lowest position he could achieve while his leash was still held by his Master. He had seen Master's face grow darker as he read the newspaper, his grip was crushing it so much it would soon be unreadable. Harry barked at one of the house elves to throw some floo-powder into the fireplace; "Blaise Zambini's office, control of magical creatures and beings." Harry yelled, to angry to get up from his seat.

"Who wishes to speak to Mr. Zambini?" a high voice asked.

"Harry Potter, immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Potter," the voice squeaked.

"Hi Harry, what can I do for you, my secretary is shaking in her boots this end. What's got you so angry this early in the morning?" Harry huffed and relaxed his grip on Draco's leash.

"Have you seen the Daily Prophet's morning issue? Why didn't you inform me before hand?" Zambini had gone very quiet.

Blaise looked uncomfortable and actually squirmed under Harry's frowning countenance. "I couldn't help it, Umbridge presented the laws to the minister late last night and you have to petition against them on the same day. She was sneaky. Then she sent it directly to the paper, there is nothing you can do, I'm afraid."

Draco by now had sat back up and was currently trying to see the article, which was now crumples up on the table. He had started to walk on two legs instead of crawling but only up the stairs and in his Master's bedroom, but never in front of the house elves. So he reached up onto his knees, keeping out of Master's eyesight and pulled the Prophet down onto his divan. The article read;

"Mrs. Dolores Umbridge, under secretary to the Minister of Magic and head of Control of Magical Creatures and Beings. Announced to day the new laws governing magical creature and beings in Class Three.

All class three animals will now be required to:

1.) Present an owner.

2.) Be inspected to show there is no intention of pulling the wool over the Ministry's eyes.

3.) Have one place of residence.

4.) Animals must be restrained at all times - Higher the risk more restraint.

5.) Collar to be worn at all times (with homing device in action)

6.) Owner to wear band to protect public from attack.

7.) All traditions to be kept in private areas.

8.) Ownership tags on animal at all times.

Harry let his nails dig into the newly upholstered sofa.

"Master?" Draco asked uncertainly. Harry responded by stroking Draco's hair in a surprisingly soft and calming way.

Blaise watched with scorn, he still hasn't changed, acting up for Harry's attention like he did in Hogwarts. Can't stand to be unnoticed for five minutes! It should be me Harry's paying attention, I'm the one who has been his friend for ages, biding my time until my next move not this animal who acts pathetic like he always had. Wish I'd beaten him in Hogwarts

Blaise conveniently forgot about Draco's silence during the auction, instead thinking he'd played up so people would glance his way.

"It's alright, I'm sure your Splantine knows and has no idea that normal wizards regard being naked as abnormal. It's his instinct to be on show for you, so you as his master can appreciate him." Harry as usual was oblivious to Blaise's digs at Draco.

"That's only because he doesn't know any better and why did he walk around in clothes in Hogwarts, I was there." Harry pare back. Draco batted his head against Harry's hand, conveying he was being silly in his own language.

"Because Lucius Malfoy has suppressed his natural instincts, he hadn't wanted the world to know until he fathered another child. He wouldn't have been impressed when he found out that you were his Owner, it would have been like waving a red flag at the still loyal death eaters that he'd changed sides if he had allowed Draco to perform for you." Blaise explained like a teacher talking to a particularly dumb child.

"He's right Master, I couldn't because of the spell." Draco confessed.

Harry processed the information then asked Draco quietly, "Draco, do you find wearing clothes, standing on two legs and things uncomfortable? Have you been doing it because I had them made for you and asked you to wear them?"

Draco blinked up at Harry and shook his head as if to clear it "My nature makes it so I do whatever would make my Master, you, the happiest."

Blaise made his excuses, knowing of Harry's precious few temper bursts throughout the war. He did not want to be present even though he would have enjoyed seeing the Splantine spread prostrate on the floor asking for forgiveness.

When Blaise had left Harry said, "What I wish for you to do is to do only the things that make you comfortable."

"Comfortable Master?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"What you like Draco," Harry explained. "For example, do you like standing up or are you only doing so because I said so?"

Draco pouted then nodded, sliding to the ground and assuming a position he had taught was correct for seeking his Masters forgiveness.

Harry raised his eyebrows then furrowed them when Draco started making whining and snuffling noises. "I am sorry Master," he repeated this over and over.

"Draco stop. I'm not angry, I understand. Now tell me what else you've been doing because I've asked you to?" Harry said, gently whipping Draco's tear stained face clean and coaxing him back into a seating position.

Draco took several deep breaths. "Master I just sat up because you wanted me to; I wear top, shirts, shoes and underwear, not my collar when at home and sleep in a separate room until you are asleep." Draco delivered.

Harry took two large glasses of scotch in quick succession.

For the person who said about my mistakes I have just corrected both my stories of mistakes.

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