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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fan-fiction based upon the world and characters of Harry Potter which are owned exclusively by J. K. Rowling. No profit or money was gained.

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Chapter Twelve:

The cell door opened with an ominous squeal, sending the few inhabitants within into a drowsy panic.

Ron pressed himself against the wall he was chained to, eyes and vision losing focus as pain seared through his leg and fin. The fin was twisted cruelly, pale where it had once been a vivid violet. The arrow protruded grotesquely from his ankle, left there from it's first strike.

The Allura's head spun as his chin was suddenly clasped by a strong, dry hand and his head was tilted upwards. The image of Riddle stared down at him, blurred and inconsistent. Ron bared his teeth in a pitiful growl, enlisting only a chuckle from his captor.

"We will be reaching land soon, pretty beast," the pirate all but crooned, his black hair swinging forward to obscure Ron's view. "I'll heal you then, but only if you are any good to me. Wouldn't want you getting away if you're the prize I think you'll be."

With a smirk, he left, slamming the door behind him. Ron slumped where he sat, his chest heaving as his glazed, blue eyes slid to the cage beside him. Though the boy within was small, no more than a child, the cage was cruelly sized. It forced the ragged, white wings that protruded from the boy's back to bend painfully. A boy with lank brown hair struggled to free himself from the chains which held him on the room's far side. The boy was nondescript, his face nothing special and why Riddle had imprisoned him; Ron was too weary to care anymore. He knew only that the young man's name was Neville and despite the futility, he continued to pull at his bindings as the ship sailed on.

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Harry smiled up at Hermione as the woman placed fresh towels on Draco's bed, and though it was small and tenuous, he received a smile in return. Draco shut the door behind her, his face blank. The blonde had not said a word as he had led Harry passed the wary pirates to his room. He had not commented as Luna had embraced the Allura and walked with them, a sharp eye focused on every man who happened to glance at Harry in distaste.

He said nothing even now as he stood before the smaller male, his arms crossed over a shirtless torso. Harry shivered in his damp clothes, the tension settling over him like an unwelcome blanket as he stared up at the blonde. Draco couldn't be mad... Draco had saved him, he couldn't hate him...

The pirate moved suddenly, striding to the bathroom and unlocking the door, he began to twist the taps overhead the hollow wooden tub. The bath filled slowly with warm water and as it churned, Draco dipped in a bar of soap, causing foam to rise to the surface.

When it was full, he switched off the dials and stood. "Get in."

Harry shook his head, his wet hair sliding horribly against his neck as he stared with wide eyes, not understanding. A drop of something trailed over the bridge of his nose suddenly, warming the scales there. The Allura raised a hand and pulled it away to find a finger stained with blood. Draco sighed.

"You're injured and freezing. Get in before you catch cold so that I can tend to your wound."

Hesitantly, Harry stood on quivering legs to make his way into the smaller room. He turned his back on the pirate as he stripped and got into the tub, splashing water over the sides. A hot flush stained his cheeks, making the scales there darken.

Draco pulled a stool beneath himself as he sat down, his knees touching the wooden rim of the bath. Dipping a nearby cloth into the water, the pirate moved forward to clean Harry's would, swiping gently and pulling away only when the gash began to mend itself and stop bleeding.

Harry felt his face heat as Draco brushed the cloth over the scales beneath his eye and atop his nose. The emerald layers across his skin were sensitive, sparking as each brush of cloth and each careful caress. The sensations forced Harry's shoulders to fall, the tension leaving him as a noise similar to a purr built in his chest, vibrating through him softly. Draco's careful hands smoothed over his arms, lingering on the larger scales there and his fins in a way that made the Allura's breath catch inhis throat.

"You should have told me." The pirate murmured softly, careful not to break the peaceful atmosphere that now enveloped the pair.

"I was scared." Harry breathed, voice quaking as Draco dipped a hand across the palm-sized scales of his chest and stomach. "Scared of what?" the blonde leaned forward, his breath ghosting against the Allura's pointed ear.

"That you would hate me, fear me, get rid of me." Harry finished the sentence with a keening moan as Draco's lips brushed the tip of his ear in a gentle caress.

"I could never hate you." Draco growled, pulling back to grasp the smaller man's face in his hands, silver eyes lidded.

"I know that now." Harry's eyes were dark, his pupils impossibly large. The boy's chest was heaving slowly, as though he was finding it difficult to breathe. The random patterns of scales that adorned most of his body only served to enhance his beauty in Draco's eyes. Beneath the scent of soap, the crisp odour of ocean waves and crackling salt filled Draco's senses as he brought his face closer to Harry's.

"What are you?" he breathed, his senses clouding as his one and only desire became to kiss the Allura, to taste him. Harry brought one hand up to trail down the blonde's chest shyly, the fin impossible delicate against the pirate's skin.

"I'm yours."

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Draco shut the door behind him, a small smile playing across his lips as he listened to Harry hum as the Allura washed himself in the cooling bathwater. The taste of Harry lingered still on his lips and Draco's tongue darted out to taste him, his eyes closing as the flavour made his taste buds dance. The pirate had yearned for Harry when all the boy had been was a slave and a nuisance. To discover that he as a being born of water, a truly unique creation that desired him, Draco Malfoy; well that only served to flame his need to adore Harry, to possess him.

It was with a sharp drop that Draco came back to reality as someone rapped on his bedroom door. The culprit was Luna, who smiled up at him with bright eyes, a mug of boiling pink fluid in her hands. Draco accepted the drink hesitantly when she handed it to him, sniffing the contents.

"What is it?" he scrunched up his nose at the bitter smell of unsweetened zest. Luna chuckled. "Just something to help you with tonight." The blonde said mysteriously, before padding away happily, her blue eyes fixed on the setting sun.

Tonight? Draco frowned as he shut the door. Perhaps a sleeping tonic? He took a large gulp, grimacing at the taste, before setting the mug aside. He'd rather take a sleepless night.
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