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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 Fifteen:

"Faster... please... Ahh..."

Draco groaned as he kneeled behind the boy, his length sliding into Harry's body with ease. Harry knelt before him, the Allura's pale thighs spread and his arms quaking with the effort of holding himself up.

Harry mewled suddenly, his back arching and his movements becoming near frantic. Draco growled as he gripped the boy's hips, his own thrusts were becoming less elegant and more forceful as his stomach tightened deliciously.

Harry's strength left him as Draco came within him and the Allura dropped to his side on the bed, gasping as his hips bucked and fluid as slick and clear as oil spurted from his length coating his stomach. The boy moaned as Draco drew him against his sweat-filmed chest, his eyes fluttering as weariness hit him in one of those rare moments when his heat reclined and he could rest.

"What time is it?" The question fell sleepily from his lips, slurred and lisping. Draco's chest vibrated against his back as the pirate chuckled. His voice when he spoke was hoarse, weary. "Rest, Harry, it is nightfall. Luna is certain the... sexual needs of your Heat will only last until tomorrow night." He hesitated as he spoke the next question, certain the Allura would not answer him.

"Harry, where do you come from?"

Harry blushed as he fell into sleep, his eyelids fluttering prettily. His voice was near inaudible, light and whispery. "By a lone island filled with plants and few animals, large but not so large as to draw humans. My village sinks beneath the tides not far from there."

Draco nodded and let his breath escape him in a rush when the Allura finally succumbed to sleep. The blonde's heart rate was a frantic beat, wild and inconsistent and the pirate was certain he was going to have a heart attack. "You're going to be the death of me." He mumbled tiredly.

The tea Luna had been force feeding him all day settled uncomfortably in his empty stomach but served to keep him awake and easily impassioned. He only prayed to whatever deity happened to be listening that Harry would return to his full senses before he, himself, died of starvation.

Had he been another Allura, he was certain the process would have been much more natural, would have gone more smoothly. The fact that he was human only served as a hindrance when Harry's body was going through changes he'd never before experienced or known occurred. He needed to question his pretty mate's biology tomorrow.

Draco felt a small smile curve his lips as he gazed down at the smaller boy clasped in his arms. His mate. Harry was his, in every sense. For reasons he couldn't fathom, the idea appealed to him. The fact that he could call Harry his own made something deliciously tender unfurl within the pirate's stomach. He craved Harry and had done so since his first encounter with the lad.

Yet, deep down, Draco knew that Harry would never truly belong to him. It was why he had asked the question of Harry's home. The boy had been a slave, taken from all he knew. It was doubtful that he would remain on Draco's ship, blissfully happy, knowing that somewhere out there his family were searching for him. He needed to go home, that Draco could not deny. If only to prove he was alive and well, Harry needed to be with his family. But would he return? That was the question that hindered Draco from offering to take the boy home. Regardless of being mated, would Harry return to Draco once he was once again confined in the safety of a parent's arms?

Surely he would not. As adamantly as Harry would declare that he loved only Draco and that he wished to be with the pirate; all that would count for naught when faced with the decision of a human mate or a family. For how could a creature like Harry, born of water and blessed with long life, ever love a human?

Draco heaved a sigh as he settled Harry onto the bed, slipping into his pants and leaving his room. The night air bit of his unclothed chest, sending a torrent of Goosebumps over his flesh and causing his slick hair to flutter in the light breeze. The smell that Harry carried so pungently was thicker out here. The musk of salt and water and churning sand filled his senses and cleared his head as it always had.

Draco leaned against the wooden wall that bordered the Coiling Serpent. The wood was a deep brown; expensive and strong but light enough to allow a fast getaway. It was a feature Lucius prided himself in. Draco sighed as he ran his fingertips against it, listening for any signs of life. The ship was silent. The nest above him was devoid of Blaise's usual loudmouthed form; no doubt the look-out had excused himself, as was his custom in the early hours of darkness. Even Luna, who, like a spirit, had taken to walking the ship come nightfall, was absent. It was as though every soul aboard had been lifted to the heavens in the time he had spent with Harry.

Harry. Draco's heart was heavy. Despite the love he felt coming off the boy in droves for him and him alone, the pirate knew that Harry would one day leave him. Whether that was the day he was reunited with his kind, or a day in the distant future when Harry grew weary of a pirate's lifestyle. It was inevitable.

"Why so sad, blonde one?"

Draco cursed as a fluttering of wings filled his senses and the female landed effortlessly by his side, too swift to have been seen approaching. It was as though she had materialised from thin air. Fleur stood beside him with a soft smile, her features pale and silver in the moonlight and utterly captivating, but not as captivating as his Allura.

"By Gods Fleur, you'll give me a blasted heart attack doing that one of the days!" he growled at the slender creature, eyes on the shifting waters rather than on the alluring flutter of his dazzling wings. Though the pair were allies and Fleur would often visit him at night in these waters, Draco was no fool to believe she would not attempt to entrance him and draw him in, if only to prove that she could. It was a source of great pain to the Veela that Draco had yet to succumb to her charms.

Fleur smiled at him, her deceptively cold eyes full of amusement. "I wish not to harm you, youngling," she said silkily. She leaned forward minimally, her slender nose pointed in the air. "You smell of him."

Draco froze and a dry laugh left him in a huff. "Good. Then you know he belongs to me, beautiful. So if you've come to play with him, you may as well leave."

Fleur laughed almost breathlessly, as though her very voice was something made of wind and clashing chimes. "I do not wish to play with the pretty Allura, though he does intrigue me. And it is you, Draco, who belongs to him." Draco snorted, his lips tugging into a smile despite his wariness of the creature. When Fleur had first approached him at the age of twelve on his father's ship, Draco had been certain he was being visited by an angel. He had all but wept at her beauty and had fast clutched at the opportunity to become a friend to the women, a confidante. It was a hidden pleasure of his to speak with the female each time He and his crew entered Jean Paul's waters. Tonight, however, the Veela was tense.

"The sea is uneasy, blonde one," Fleur's voice spoke rigidly, her eyes fixed on some far point in the distance Draco could not see. "Jean Paul is heading to land, as should you. Riddle courses these waters and though he will dock soon, he will return. Whatever he has captured on this trip of his sickens me, though I know not what they are." Her eyes were full of warning when Draco turned to meet her gaze.

Draco nodded but his eyes remained hard. "I understand Fleur but I must... go somewhere first. I must right a wrong that has been done." Fleur's gaze flittered to his cabin and back. "You wish to bring him home?"

Draco nodded once, his jaw tense and set in an effort to still his quivering form. "I must. He belongs there, with his family." Fleur regarded him, her wings spreading out slowly in a languid stretch.

"What if he does not agree with that?"

Before Draco could answer, there was a flood of cool air and the woman was gone, vanished into the night without a trace. The pirate stroked the wooden wall beneath his fingers. He was grateful for her curiosity, for her soft nature that guided their ship in the right direction on so many occasions without the knowledge of Hermione and the crew. But he could not heed her warning now. Come morning he would meet with his father and convince the man to make one final stop before Hogsmeade.

He knew the island Harry spoke of and it was not a day's travel from where they were now. He would give Harry back his family, his home. It was the least the pirate could do as gratitude for the love and trust the Allura had shown him by viewing him as a mate. Draco would not force Harry to make the decision between a human and his own kind. The sweet boy deserved better than that.
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