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A Pirate's Tail	By : SamHill Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3182 -:- 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

This is it; the last chapter. However, I’m working on some side stories. Don’t know when I’ll finish them, though. Also, I would love to take this moment to give a shout out to my beta, PinkPantyPulldown. Her works can be found on HP Fandom and I highly suggest *looks menacingly at readers* that you go read her stuff. As in the moment you’re done with this fic. Now hop to it!!

Chapter Nineteen:

Harry moved to the ship’s bow, gripping the railing as he watched the small yacht ahead. Ron had spotted it nearly an hour ago, but it had yet to move towards land and with no other ship in sight, he had decided it was worth investigating. Now the red head came to stand beside his captain, one freckled hand coming up to shade his face.

“What do ye think?”

“Do we know who owns it?” Harry inquired.

“Aye, Sirius claims it belongs to a snobby lad by the name of Roger Davies. He uses it to take out the young men he fancies before forcing himself upon them. That it’s been there this long means some poor bloke’s in trouble.” He hid a grin easily, seeing the sad look that shadowed his best friend’s eyes. “Sirius says it’d be an easy take and the yacht’s in nice condition. We could use one.”

Harry cast a glance over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of Sirius back at the ship’s helm. Beside him stood Remus and at their feet, the great beast of a dog that had played a nice role in the battle. “He just hates being stuck at the castle, but he doesn’t want to take the Grim back. He’s done with pirating, but being on the open waters is in his blood.”

“Shall we then?”

“Roger Davies you say?” Harry looked thoughtful. “I hear he was after some rich young bloke; a foreigner. French, I believe. No one knows his name.”

It took everything Ron had not to blurt it out right then. “You could do with a bit o’ fun, mate. Ye’ve earned it, after all.”

“Aye, and now that we’re an official ship for the Crown, I have to be more underhanded in my tactics. This could be considered a rescue mission,” he mused.

Ron laughed and called out the orders for his captain, his feet carrying him quickly over the deck. “Hoist the colors!” he shouted as he dashed up the stairs to Sirius’ side.

“We’re to take ‘em, then?” George asked.

“’Bout time, if ye ask me,” Fred grumbled.

“No one did, ye great arse.”

“No need to be mean about it!”

“Both of ye, shut it!” Sirius let out a growl that had the twins hurrying to their places before he shot their youngest brother a smile. “Think he suspects?”

“No.” Ron looked guilty for a moment. “I still can’t believe no one told him, not even Ced.”

“We couldn’t have him go racing off as hurt as he was. Not to mention that it took our fair King a good bit of time to clear them of those charges once we found them. That and the poor lad was pretty badly hurt. Good thing that turncoat Snape was looking out for them.”

They fell into silence as they pulled up beside the yacht. Bill tossed over the first of the cables to tie the small ship to them and Charlie hopped over silently with Harry close behind. Only when the twins were there as well did he call out.

“Ahoy there!” Harry drew his sword, ready for anything.

Roger heard the shout and stiffened. Glancing over at the tautly restrained form of his current... beau, he sighed. “Bloody hell, who in the name of the king is interrupting at a time like this?” He patted the blond head and, after checking that the gag would hold, headed up the stairs. Any words he might have had to chase off the interloper died when he saw who was standing there.

“C-Captain Potter,” he stuttered out. “I- What- Who?”

“We’ve word of your rather dubious nature. As a subject of the Royal Crown, your actions have been called into question and you shall be brought before the king.” Harry smirked at the outraged look on the man’s face.

“On what grounds?” he demanded. “This is my ship! What I do aboard it-”

“Would not concern King Cedric if you were not jeopardizing an already strained alliance with France; however, as the young man you have on board is believed to be a French aristocrat’s son, you have become a liability the King cannot afford.” Now his grin broadened and he waved the twins forward. “Therefore, it is with great pleasure on my part that I escort you off the ship and directly to the Crown. Gentlemen?”

Roger’s shouts were lost as he was manhandled off his boat and onto the Grim. Bill and Charlie remained on board the yacht only long enough to see Harry slip below deck. Exchanging grins, they hopped back over to the Grim, taking with them the cables that had connected the two ships.

“Weigh anchor!” Ron shouted, knowing that even if Harry could hear him, it would be too late for the other man to do anything. He watched as they pulled away, wondering what his friend’s reaction would be. Ron turned to look at Roger, now free from the grip of the deviously smiling twins.

“Thanks to you, mate. We’d not have been able to pull this off without you.”

“Not a worry. I’ll be glad to return home to my wife. I trust my reputation will not be soiled by this?”

“’Course not!” Fred cut in, looking offended.

“Besides, we’re the only ones who know what happened here.” George handed him a pint of ale.

“Drink up, mate, we’ve only a short time before we reach home.”

~ * ~

Harry ducked below deck, aware of orders being shouted out behind him, but uncaring. His men were smart and true. Instead, he made his way to the only room on the ship, the owner’s quarters, and pushed open the door. His heart stopped and his eyes went wide at the sight of a very mussed Draco, gagged and bound to a pole. Letting out a deep chuckle, he strode forward, drawing the other man’s eyes to him. He was glad to see the spark of defiance that hovered over the relief in the mercurial depths of the familiar gaze.

“Now why does this look so familiar?” he wandered aloud, stopping a foot away from the man. Draco’s chin jutted out, his countenance clearly stating he was waiting to be freed. “Aye, I could untie you, but ye’d probably run off again.” He relented and released the gag, dropping it to the floor. Viridian gaze going soft, he reached out and stroked Draco’s hair back from his face. “I thought ye’d died.”

“I nearly did, you overgrown-” Draco’s words were lost in the rough kiss that stole his breath. Fingers tangled in his fine hair and his head was tilted back to allow better access. The tongue that plundered his mouth was as skilled as ever, though it took its time to sweep the warm cavern, relearning the taste that was unique to the blond. Sighing, he strained against his bonds only to find that they were as secure as ever.

With a sharp nip to Harry’s lip, Draco pulled back. “Untie me, Potter, and fuck me properly.”

The coarse words caused something inside Harry to snap, and in one fluid motion, he had cut free Draco’s bonds with the knife from his belt. Yanking him forward, he tumbled them back onto the bed, his hands furiously divesting them of their clothes.

Draco’s skin was hot against his own, and everywhere Harry’s fingers traveled his lips followed. He sighed into the slender curve of the neck he loved, breathed deeply the scent of the young man he had thought dead for the past six months. His mouth closed over a nipple and the moan that burst forth sent another wave of desire crashing through him.

“Oh gods, Draco...” He moved his mouth lower – pausing to brush feather-light kisses over the scar that had saved his life – tongue tracing over the delicate lines of the blond’s hips.

He skipped past the straining erection in favor of sampling the inside of smooth thighs, tasting his way down to the slender feet. Hands gripping Draco’s waist, he flipped the other man onto his front and began devouring the newly exposed flesh. Lips, teeth and tongue slid up the long, graceful legs and over the round curve of buttocks, leaving nothing untouched.

Reaching over, he drew a plump pillow over and slid it beneath Draco’s hips, raising his treasure up for better viewing. Parting the soft mounds, he blew gently over the tight ring of muscle, chuckling again when Draco gasped loudly.

“This time, Draco, when I claim you, there will be no turning back. You will be mine from this second on, no matter where we live.”

“My father. He’s back in our home in France with Pansy and the baby...”

“I’ll move them to Hogwarts. I’m not letting you go again, Draco. From here on out, this is our new beginning. Nothing before the moment I crossed the threshold into this room matters. Previous loyalties, betrayals... Nothing. You. Are. Mine.” He punctuated his words with tiny bites that sent delicious shivers of need down Draco’s spine and had him gasping out Harry’s name like a high-class whore.

Without warning, Harry dove right in, alternating between sucking gently and pressing his tongue into the furled ring. The soft mewlings only encouraged him and Harry bent to his task with the enthusiasm of a starved man set before a feast. As the muscles relaxed, he eased in a finger, stretching the opening slowly.

Draco cried out sharply at the sudden introduction of a second and third finger, his body taking a moment to adjust. Then Harry was stroking over his prostate, wringing more of the wanton cries from the plump pink lips. Fingers buried deep inside his captive, Harry slid his body up Draco’s until he could bite down hard on the pale neck, marking his property.

“Are you ready, Draco? Are you ready to belong to me, body and soul?”

“Are you just going to talk about it or are you going to fuck me already?” It should have been a firm tone that was snapped out, but instead, Draco’s voice was little more than a soft keen. He strained against the hard planes of Harry’s body, feeling the corded muscles flex. Then all thought fled as the fingers were withdrawn and something much thicker, much hotter, began to fill him.

“Ohgodsohfuckohyes.” The words came out in a stream of hisses that were barely English as Harry fought the urge to come. The tight heat of Draco’s body welcomed him as though it had been made just to fit only Harry. “Draco. Draco. Draco.” The name was like a prayer as it slipped off Harry’s tongue, filling his lover’s ears.

“Move,” Draco begged.

Harry pulled back before snapping his hips forward, thrusting in hard and deep. Groaning loudly, he pulled out completely and flipped the blond onto his back, then drove himself home once more. Finding a pace that was both fast and strong, he braced himself over the lithe frame, his lips claiming Draco’s in a kiss to end all kisses.

As their bodies moved together, the boat began to sway gently on the waves. Their voices rose and fell as their movements slowed, becoming more languorous. They traced patterns on skin, relearned which spots wrung the sharpest cries and sought to both bring and find pleasure in the other.

As he reached his limit, Harry snaked one hand down between them to grasp Draco’s engorged cock. It took only a few hard strokes to bring the young man screaming to orgasm and Harry followed close behind, emptying himself deep inside. But even as he rode out the waves of his climax, his mouth did not relinquish its claim on Draco’s. By the time he did pull away, this time to collapse to the side, his chest heaving as he sucked in much needed air, the full pink lips were bruised and deliciously plump.

“I’m yours, am I?”

Harry lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to retrain your body again?”

Draco let out a choked laugh. “No, no, I was just... I’ve always been...”

“You’ve always been what society thought you were. Now you can be Draco as you want to be him. All I ask is that you be him with me.”

“And we’ll live at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, with Sirius and Remus, Neville and Luna, Tonks and Charlie-”

“They’re together?”

“Aye, they’re set to be married in a month’s time.”

“With little Teddy as ring bearer?”

“Aye, and little Mette as their flower girl.”

Draco sat up sharply, silver eyes wide. “She’s alive? Oh gods, I was so afraid to ask and I saw no news of her when I checked. Father forbade me from speaking with anyone-”

“She’s alive and well. King Cedric granted me custody of her. She’d be ours, if you come to the castle.”

“And father, Pansy and the baby? He can’t walk anymore. Voldemort-”

“They’re all welcome. There are plenty of rooms, even on the ground floor and you’ll not have to worry about old grudges.”

“I’m still married to that Greengrass bitch.”

Harry froze in the midst of reaching for the blond. “Did you not hear? She tried to slip into the castle to kill Hermione and the children. Unlucky for her, ‘Mione’s right wicked with a pistol.” He leaned forward to brush a kiss over Draco’s lips. “Then again, her death hasn’t yet formally been announced as it was very hard to identify her.”

“The Weasley brood?”

“Have their own homes, though Ron, Hermione and their two children come by often.”

“Two?”

“Aye, twins. Rose and Hugh. Don’t ask me where the names came from. Dean stays at the castle, as does Seamus-”

“But- I heard Lavender killed him!”

“Ha! She barely nicked him then turned and fled. He lost an arm in the battle, though.”

“Were there any losses, then?”

Harry looked sad for a moment. “There were, and I’ll tell you about them when we reach home, but for now...” He rolled over, pinning Draco beneath him once again. “I find I have a need to reacquaint myself with this lovely body once more. Then we’ll have to see what trouble my crew has caused whilst I’ve been otherwise occupied.”

“Mm.” Draco’s head tipped back, a long groan escaping as Harry filled him once more. “Yes, I think I’ll quite like living at Hogwarts.”

“I think you will,” Harry promised in a husky whisper. “Now, surrender ye booty!”

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