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A Pirate's Tail	By : SamHill Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Not in any lifetime does Harry Potter (and his universe) belong to me. They are the sole property of J.K. Rowling, et al. I make no money and I mean not copyright infringement.

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A/N: See Chapter One for all disclaimers and warnings

Chapter Twelve:

Draco passed by the newly designated nursery and grimaced as Victoire’s young voice cried out with glee.

“Draco!” The little girl dashed into view, her eyes wide with excitement. “Draco, Uncle Harry is waiting for you in the sunroom. He said to hurry!” She danced away before he could respond and Draco sighed.

They had been in the castle for two whole months already and little had changed. Only within the last week had Harry been strong enough to venture outside the bedroom and even that was a feat for him. Taken with infection, Harry had lapsed into unconsciousness for two weeks, pushing back Draco’s plan. But now, with Harry able to travel by carriage for a short distance, he could make his move.

“Good morning, Draco,” Harry greeted.

Draco inclined his head slightly. “How are you feeling today?” he inquired.

The full, red - how had Draco never noticed how red? - lips curved up. “Much better. My friends tell me that you haven't once been outside the castle walls. Are they that horrible that you will not allow yourself to mingle?”

Quite to the contrary; Harry's friends had been far more generous than the young lord gave them credit for, but he refused to allow their kindness to sway him. Instead of saying so, though, he sprawled across the seat beside Harry. “They're not you,” he drawled carelessly, but the look he sent the pirate through his fringe was full of suggestion.

Harry's laugh was the full-bellied kind that made Draco forget his intent to double-cross the pirate. The dancing emerald eyes did funny things to his heart; it felt as though a dozen butterflies had taken flight within the confines of his chest.

“Are you well enough to travel down the road? I was thinking a picnic.”

“Why Lord Draco,” Harry murmured, suddenly leaning in close. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

The words sparked his forgotten anger, and he had to look away lest his eyes give him away. “I was merely suggesting that some fresh air might do you some good,” he lied.

“Aye, that it would.” His tone was speculative and his gaze intense as he stared at Draco. “I'll let Gin know so she can pack us a lunch. I've got to meet with Sirius, Remus and Cedric in a few minutes but that shouldn't take more than a few hours. I'll meet you at the stables at a quarter past one o'clock?”

“Very well, I'll gather some warm clothes for us. Shall I stop by the kitchens as well?”

“Would you?” Harry stood, his movements once more fluid. If he had lost muscle mass while convalescing, Draco was hard pressed to say from where. His stomach clenched and he cursed his hormones.

Draco made his way to his rooms first, gathering up his cloak. The room held little else of importance to him, so he wasn't worried about leaving anything behind. He took one last look around at the space he had called home for the past two months and wondered what would become of the castle. 'Perhaps Father will allow me to claim it. The Prince cares little for Scotland and it's in such disrepair that it hardly looks worth the effort.' He very deliberately did not think about the castle's inhabitants. Their fates were sealed by their association with a known outlaw and there was nothing to be done about it.

In Harry's room, he took the time to locate a hat, scarf and gloves as well as the expensive fur-lined cloak the pirate had no acquired by illegal means. Folding the cloak over one arm, he turned to leave and came face-to-face with Ginevra Weasley. Without batting an eye, he gave her one of his famous Malfoy smiles.

“Ms. Weasley, I was just on my way to find you.”

Ginny eyed the articles in his arms. “If you’ve run out of clothes-”

Snorting, Draco shook his head. “Even if I had, I wouldn’t borrow any of Potter’s things; they’re too big even to look quaint. No, Harry has agreed to accompany me on a picnic. Not far, just to the edge of the grounds.”

“The cloak looks a bit warm.” She was testing him and he passed with flying colors.

“In his state, he’ll need the extra warmth. I was hoping you could prepare something for us?”

Smiling, Ginny nodded. “Not a problem. There’s some bread already rising. What time?”

“I’ll need to pick up the basket at half past noon. Is there a stable hand?”

“That would be the Creevey boy, Dennis.” She paused at the door. “I would suggest making use of a carriage rather than riding. Harry might look recovered, but he’s still in pain.” There was something in her eyes he couldn’t read, but he waved it off as concern for her friend.

“A wonderful suggestion. It will also allow for more food to be packed since Potter’s appetite seems to have increased. Thank you.” He waited for her to leave then made his way down to the courtyard.

Seating himself on a bench, he watched Victoire playing with another young boy. Teddy, the boy was called; the son of Nymphadora and an unnamed young man no one spoke of. Draco only knew that Harry doted on the child quite fiercely. Teddy was named after his grandfather, who was yet another victim of the unofficial war. The older woman, Minerva McGonagall, was their governess and highly adept at her work.

Draco watched the children laugh and play as their caretaker sat reading beneath a shady tree. Every once in a while she would glance up and take note of them, then return to her book. The children never strayed far, but their curious stares in Draco’s direction forewarned an unavoidable visit. Just as the young boy seemed to gather his courage, Ginny arrived, basket in hand.

“Here then, this should tide you over for a few hours. There’s wine as well, though Harry shouldn’t have more than a glass.”

“I’ll leave you to tell him that, shall I?” Draco laughed as he stood and gathered their things. “I’ll go to the stable now and see about getting that carriage brought out.”

As he waited for the Creevey lad to bring out the dual horse carriage, he wondered if his father had received his letter. ‘That Finnigan man thinks with his cock, so chances are slim that he read the missive before handing it over to Lavender.’ It still galled him to have had to rely on the ex-prostitute, but he knew that she would pass the message along to his father. After all, she had been bought and paid for by the Prince, regardless of what lies Harry and his friends believed. Her duty was to Voldemort first and foremost.

~ * ~

Lucius stared once more at the note lying on his desk, annoyance giving way to rage. ‘What is that boy thinking?’

Dear Father,

I have come into the possession of that which our Prince would be most pleased to acquire. Please let him know that I will deliver the package on 27^th February. Look for me on the northern road. I hope that I do not disappoint.

Your loyal son,

Draco Malfoy

He had a hunch he knew what the “package” was, but he prayed that he was wrong. ‘There will be no escape if you have truly done something this stupid, Draco. The Prince will destroy your only chance at freedom the moment you hand it over.’

With a sigh, he picked up the note and tossed it into the blazing hearth. The gentle crackle of its disappearance did nothing to calm him. Though no one else knew of Draco’s plan, there was no way to intercept his son and end the farce of a life he had been committed to. It had killed his beloved wife, Narcissa, and now it would take his only son as well.

A knock at the door drew his attention. “Husband?” The plain-face young woman standing there cast a suspicious glance at the fire before facing Lucius again.

“Pansy, darling, you should be in bed.”

“There is no one else about, you needn’t-”

He grabbed her roughly, yanking her into the room and shutting the door firmly all in one movement. “Do not underestimate the Prince,” he hissed. Clearing his throat, he continued in a low voice, “Just because you cannot see him does not mean you are safe. He has eyes and ears all over this house. Trust no one and speak not of things that could end your life.”

Pansy nodded, her face pale. “My apologies, my lord. I spoke without thinking.”

“You must rest. Stay here for the night; it would do our story credit to share a bed at least once.”

Pansy nodded and settled down on the settee. “This child-”

“The child will be my heir; there is nothing more that can be done. Our marriage five days past causes a stir yet, and for that I apologize. When we announce the coming child and its inheritance of my title and lands - assuming it is male - there will be talk of scandal. I beg that you think only of the babe and your own health. I shall see to the rest.”

“When Draco returns home he will show little love for me. I was his friend and now I have stolen his mother's place at your side.”

Lucius' voice dropped even lower. “Draco will know his place and hold his tongue accordingly or his life will be forfeit. It is too dangerous to warn him at this juncture. Perhaps, if this war ends favorably, the truth can be spoken once more in this house, but until then… I dare not risk it.”

Pansy nodded once more and moved to the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, she removed her dressing gown and slid between the sheets. Lucius undressed slowly, his hands moving through their familiar routine as he stared out the window at the rain pattering against the glass. After donning his own pajamas and before slipping in beside his new wife, he lit a cut down ever-burning candle and set it on the windowsill behind the screen. Pansy didn’t have to ask why.

~ * ~

Blaise stared at the letter that had arrived via courier in the form of one Lavender Brown. He had been half tempted to strike the bitch for turning up in such a public place but had stayed his hand. Now he was glad of it.

Blaise,

As you have no doubt heard, I was kidnapped by none other than the pirate Harry Potter. Father, tired I think, of forever hearing of my indiscretions, saw fit to allow Potter to decide my fate. However, I have found the means of redemption: on 27 February I shall bring to father – and the Prince Regent – that which both desire greatly. For this I require your assistance. I need you to...

The letter had gone on to detail just what exactly it was that Draco needed, complete with a map to the chosen spot. Blaise need only show up and the rest, Draco promised, would work itself out.

Taking a long sip of brandy, the young Earl stared out the window at the falling rain. ‘If he is seeking out my help, perhaps he has not yet worked out who betrayed him in the first place. The Prince Regent would surely accept him back into the fold when he delivers Potter’s body and I will receive my reward finally, despite Pettigrew’s initial failure. Yes, I’ll meet you, Draco. Besides, this is sure to win the Prince Regent’s favor.’ Mind made up, Blaise retired to his bed and the warm body that awaited him there.

~ * ~

“This is a pretty spot you’ve picked out,” Harry murmured, his lips dancing over the pale skin of his companion’s neck. Draco shivered and turned his head to the side, allowing more delicate skin to be exposed.

“It’s your land, you should know,” he gasped out.

“Mmm. This is my land, too, now,” he replied as he slipped free the last buttons of Draco’s silk shirt. “I’ve got to claim it now before someone else does.” His hand brushed over the front of Draco’s trousers, cupping the heated flesh beneath.

“Ah! I thought- I thought we came to eat.”

“We did. I’ve decided that my main course shall be you.” He licked a path down Draco’s neck to a pink, pert nipple and teased it with his teeth. “Your body responds so beautifully. I really must thank the man who taught it so well… right before I run him through.”

“Potter.” What was supposed to be a reprimand came out as a pleasured hiss and Draco gave up the fight against his captor’s enticing words and skilled hands.

The air was cool against his hot skin and when his boots were slipped off and his trousers and pants tugged free, he could only sigh in contentment. Dexterous fingers sought out every sensitive spot on his body, wringing out soft cries and moans as Harry memorized the smooth planes of his body.

In the moment when he was engulfed by wet heat, Draco felt a moment’s misgivings about betraying the raven-haired man. Not just because the pirate was a talented lover, but also because, for the first time in his life, Draco felt safe in the arms of another man. This was more than the sating of hungry bodies and hope of bringing embarrassment to the father who had been so absent from his life as of late. But it was the very thought of that important figure which reminded him of why he needed to go through with this.

“Please,” he begged, wanting the distraction of Harry’s body against his own.

“Please what?” Even as he teased him, Harry let a finger slide between the cheeks of his arse, the tip gently brushing against his entrance. “Please… touch you?” He pressed the tip inward and Draco’s hips canted up, seeking more. “Please… claim you?” He brought his mouth back down to the creamy skin and latched on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Please make you mine? Done. From this moment on, Draco, you belong to me. Not your Prince, or Father; not the rebellion or those fancy blokes you let take you in the hidden shadows of Knockturn Alley. You will be mine from now until the day we both lie dead and buried and then, in our afterlife, you will still belong to me.”

As he spoke, Harry removed the single digit and pulled a small jar from his pocket. Setting it down carefully, he managed to unscrew the lid with one hand – an amazing feat in Draco’s eyes – and tip the contents into his palm. The young lord felt his whole body seize up as the cool oil was brushed over enflamed skin. Mouth falling open, he couldn’t hold back the whimper of anticipation as he was finally breached.

Draco stared up into Harry’s face, eyes begging the other man to believe him as he whispered, “I’m never taken. Malfoy’s don’t bottom to those beneath them.” It was the last honest thing he could say. His heart swelled at the look in the viridian gaze.

Harry’s movements were slow and precise, each slide of his finger through and over tight muscles wringing a desperate cry from his lover’s lips. He poured every ounce of determined passion into stretching – first with one finger and then two and three – the man who held captive his heart, as his eyes burned with desire. He knew it may very well be his last chance to hold young Lord Draco Malfoy and he swore to himself that it would be a memory to take to the grave.

“Hurry,” Draco ground out, pulling his knees up to his chest. It was an impossibly exposed and submissive pose but he couldn’t care in that moment. He needed this, needed to feel Harry on him, in him, surrounding him, or he would surely die. “Please.”

Harry slipped his fingers free and used his clean hand to pour more oil, this time directly onto his cock. He hissed at the sensation, eyes falling shut as he fought his body’s need for immediate release. When he opened them again, the bright green of his irises was almost completely obliterated by his pupils. “I won’t last long. I’m sorry,” he apologized. Then he was moving forward, pressing in, and the heat of Draco’s body overwhelmed him.

Not wanting to be denied this moment, Draco reached up and dragged Harry’s face down. Their lips met in a near-bloody duel as the young man thrust up, impaling himself on the pirate. Long, pale legs wrapped around a sturdy, tanned waist and the pace was set.

Despite the tug of his still-tender wound, Harry’s hips snapped to and fro at a surprising speed. Each slide of his cock over Draco’s prostate produced a sharp cry and the other young man responded by raking his nails down Harry’s back. Sweat beaded on his brow, sliding down to drop onto the slender neck where Harry lent forward enough to lick the spot clean.

Mouth latching onto skin, Harry made his mark even as his hips began to piston. His climax drew nearer and he reached between them to grab Draco’s length, hand jerking in time with their tempo. He was pleased to hear the young aristocrat come first before bringing his messy hand to his mouth to clean. Then he had no time or thought for anything besides emptying himself into the slick, warm channel of Draco’s body. One last guttural cry escaped before he collapsed forward, forehead pressed into the curve of Draco’s neck.

The sound of approaching hoofbeats had been drowned out by their lovemaking, but the footfalls of their audience were not. Harry had only enough time to draw back and stare sadly into the face of his lover. “I could have accepted it had you acted alone, Draco,” he murmured. A thick wooden cane came down hard on his head, causing the eyes to drift shut and take with them the unaccountable understanding within their depths.

“You could have at least had the decency to wait until he’d pulled out,” Draco snapped, shoving Harry hard to dislodge him. He winced slightly and glared up at his childhood friend.

“I was afraid he’d fight back.” Blaise stepped back and leaned on the walking stick. A fine spray of blood decorated his pant leg, but he was otherwise unruffled.

“He was hardly fit to, especially after that.” Standing, Draco began to dry himself before dressing once more. “Let’s get him into the carriage. I don’t want to still be standing here when someone comes looking for us.”

They worked together in silence, bundling Harry into carriage for transportation. Once they tied Blaise’ horse to the back Draco took up the reins and called out to the horse. Their silence carried them through the three-day’s ride to the ship that would take them home.

~ * ~

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