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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Ten:

Harry stalked the blonde slowly, waiting until the pirate had disappeared below the ship's deck to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?"

The Allura shrieked, the high pitched sound ending in a tense growl as he swung around to meet the wary gaze of Severus. "Must you sneak up on me like that?"

Severus merely smirked at him, the slight twitching of his lip belying his otherwise calm exterior. His eyes trailed over Harry where the smaller boy stood dressed in Draco's oversized shirt and pants. "Though it pains me to become involved I must enquire as to why you seem to be hiding from mister Malfoy, and why you've been sleeping in the spare cot in the lower brig?"

Harry paled, his mind drawing a blank as he pinned green eyes on the man. "That's none of your business."

Snape's smirk grew and he shook his head deftly before turning away, his black hair swinging loose behind him as he stalked. "My business or not, I must insist you return to your room, Harry. Draco will be missing you."

Harry's steps were tense, light as he opened the door of Draco's cabin and let himself in. He had waited past the hour of midnight, shrugging off Hermione's worried glance, in the hopes that when he had to return to his room, Draco would be fast.

His actions proved profitable, for as he shut the door behind him, dousing the room in darkness, his ears were met only by the sound of steady breathing and a slow heartbeat. Draco was sleeping.

Harry changed hurriedly into his nightclothes, his gaze lingering for a moment on the still form of the blonde pirate before he dragged his eyes away and slipped beneath the covers. He kept his distance, but despite that his hands shook as he inhaled a gulp of air nervously and the scent of Draco filled his brain.

He shut his eyes tight against the onslaught, breathing through his mouth and burying his face in his own hands, dwelling in the scent of himself, the scent of water and salt and sand.

Draco breathed peacefully on his side, unaware of the Allura's inner turmoil. Shrouded in shadows, the pirate looked like some resting angel, his white hair spread across the pillow in an effortless gesture of sensuality. His lips pouted in his sleep, and a small frown marred his brow, as though even in his dreams, he was aggravated, tormented.

Harry felt his body respond to the image and gulped. He was attracted to the pirate. There was little use denying it when the evidence presented itself so obviously. Draco's scent, his voice, his looks, his temper were all things that forced Harry further from the thoughts of innocence and deeper into the wishful thinking of what if...

What if he were to lean forward and press his mouth to Draco's? He was clumsy, yes, and inexperienced, but he knew how to kiss someone. What if he were to breathe against Draco's ear that he was willing... ready... would the pirate hear him? What if he were to trail a hand down Draco's smooth, pale chest, his arm fin extending and brushing...

But that was the problem, wasn't it? Harry could not show Draco his true form. Harry could not show any of these humans who he was. They would kill him. They would think him strange and cast him overboard, into strange, icy waters. He would be lost, desperately searching the vast ocean for a family who would never see him again. He couldn't let that happen.

So, with a heavy heart, Harry drew away from the sleeping pirate and curled into a ball, sleep eventually capturing him fitfully and lulling him into some semblance of peace. All the while, the scent of smoke and trees, enclosed within the cabin, surrounded his mind and drew him out of his senses.

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Draco watched Harry warily as the boy helped Luna to gather the dishes left over from the evening meal. Harry had been acting odd since the incident in his cabin, but at least the other boy was now sleeping beside him again.

Though he would never admit it, even to himself, Draco had felt the absence of the strange boy in his bed. He had had little rest since Harry had fled, his bed cool without the heat of another body. Despite his better judgement, Draco was becoming more and more intrigued by the smaller boy. Harry's once brazen, now mouse-like attitude left him baffled and entirely curious as to what could have caused him to retreat into his shell.

The obvious answer would, of course, have been Draco's shameless display and the boy's reaction to it. Up until that moment, Draco had considered the male asexual. He showed little interest in anyone aboard the ship and often didn't understand the innuendos that erupted in daily conversations. The boy was as innocent as a lark, almost childlike in his behaviour.

That was, until recently. Now, Draco was entirely certain that Harry was a sexual being, who lusted as any man did. He had caught the covert glances the green-eyed boy aimed at him, the almost invisible flush that would stain Harry's cheeks when Draco drew too near. It was at a point where Draco simply longed to press the boy against the nearest wall and have his way with him.

Harry's innocence had only been saved by Draco's absolute infatuation with him. Draco not only desired the boy's body, he longed to slide his way into Harry's mind, into his core, until the smaller male had no choice but to accept his affections.

His musing was interrupted by his father as the man appeared beside him, face impassive.

"Jean Paul is approaching, Draco. I have seen him on the horizon. I suggest you lock away the girl and boy, explain to them that the creature this pirate carries is curious and will draw them further out than they would like. Their safety is behind closed doors."

Draco nodded once at his sire before taking off, his gaze locked on Luna. The blonde jerked her head up as though sensing his approach, a wide smile lighting up her small features. "Hello, Draco," she said and Harry froze behind her, his eyes snapping up to lock with Draco's, before he looked down once more.

Draco smiled at the blonde. "Luna, dear, I am sorry but I must ask yourself and Harry to retreat to my cabin, it's closest. Seal yourselves within. Jean Paul approaches and I cannot have you both walking off the ship."

Harry frowned as Luna simply grinned and tugged him away. Draco watched as they retreated, before his eyes drifted upwards, to the steady approach of Jean Paul's large ship, the White Wing.

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"What kind of creature?"

Harry glanced away from the doorway, his gaze locking with Luna's.

The girl shrugged in response before sprawling across the bed, her hands twisting above her in the air as though drawing pictures only she could see. "I've no idea. I merely know that Hermione fears it and it has a hold over those who have never been exposed to its power before. It is something incredibly beautiful no doubt, to be able to draw one into the sea, to their deaths." She giggled suddenly, glancing at Harry, "not that you'd be drawn to your death, of course."

Harry grinned back at the small girl, seating himself on a stool and running a hand through his black curls. He supposed it was better to remain hidden than to give his secret away by rushing into the ocean.

But you are not hidden.

The voice entered Harry's mind abruptly, beautiful and flowing and completely unexpected. He froze, his eyes lifting to Luna who had stilled on the bed, her blue eyes clouding over. "Who are you?" his voice shook, his fear evident.

I am Fleur, little one, and what exactly are you?

Harry tensed as his body suddenly locked, his mind trapped and his panicked eyes fixed on Luna's still form. "I'm a boy." He supplied, terror making his thoughts a mess. What was this? Draco had not said the creature could speak by mind, or directly to him. What was happening?

The voice seemed to chuckle, high and delicate. A female.

Draco did not anticipate you to be another creature, like myself. He knows not of your true form, youngling. What are you? I can taste water... and air... you are a beast born of the elements, like I.

"I'm nothing like you," Harry's whisper was faint and his throat closed with fright as his body moved suddenly, standing against his will.

No... You are not, but there is a likeness between us. I wish to meet you.

"No!" Harry's response was little more than a squeak of protest as his fingers unlatched a lock and he found himself suddenly on the deck, striding towards a magnificent ship that had stopped mere feet from their own ship. A man stood aboard the vessel, broad and sleek and powerful, but it was the pale female Harry found his eyes drawn to.

He watched as her lips pulled up, her white blonde hair free in the wind as eyes the colour of palest blue met green.

Before he could attempt to stop himself, she propelled his body forwards, through the startled figures of Lucius and Draco, over the wall and straight down, into the frigid water that churned between the two ships.
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