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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 Five:

They arrived at the inn close to twilight; on the horizon he could see a Scotsman bringing in the cattle for the night and he moved a little closer to Harry. The other man glanced over at him and then in the direction he was staring before letting out a low, soft chuckle that went straight to Draco’s cock. He didn’t even bother fighting this one.

“I wouldn’t worry over them too much. They’ll leave us well alone so long as we keep our hands off their lasses.” He smiled at Draco. “Not a problem for you, I’d reckon,” he said without rancor, “but the twins have been banned in several pubs near the castle. I have to import all the ale we drink because of them.”

“You’re nobility yet you speak like a commoner. Why is that?” It was pure curiosity that spurned the question, but Draco immediately regretted it when he realized it could very well sour the mood.

Harry arched a brow at him, but his response was directed to Seamus. “Finnegan, mate, why would a nobleman speak like a commoner?”

“So’s not to bring attention unto hisself. Let me ask you one, Harry. What do you call a lord that shares his bed with birds and blokes alike?”

The punchline of the joke was lost in the roar of voices that came blasting out of the inn, and Draco stiffened. This was not his usual scene at all; the sorts of places he and Blaise frequented were considered gentlemen’s clubs, and they served only those of the highest class. Occasionally, one of the wealthier merchants found their way in, but they usually owned large estates and their breeding was never common to begin with. But even if this were a club like his own, he could never hope to blend in like Harry and his friends would. This was enemy territory and while they might be allowed in because they were part of the rebellion, there wasn’t a man or woman who wouldn’t recognize him for a Malfoy.

True to form, the room went deadly silent when Draco stepped out from behind Harry, every eye roving over the blatantly high-born features. Several lips turned up and someone spat on the floor. “You’ve a traitor in your midst, ‘Arry,” a wench called out from the bar.

Harry’s eyes went wide and he glanced around almost comically. “Fred, ya mean? Nah, the lass was done wiv me afore he took her t’bed. He’s naught to worry about.”

“Donna be daft, ye arse. We mean the Malfoy lad. It’d be best to kill ‘em now, lest trouble b’fall ye!”

Harry tossed back his head and laughed as he threw a protective arm around Draco’s shoulders. “Come now, surely you lot know, no matter how bonnie the lad might be, a night with him will never end with a wee bairn in the cradle.”

“Yer butcherin’ our sayin’s, Potter. Who’s the blond?” An older woman came towards them, her red hair pulled up with several curls let loose to frame her face. Even in her older age, she was still a striking woman.

“This, milady,” Harry responded, with a sweeping bow and a kiss to the back of her hand, “is the one and only Malfoy heir, the young Lord Draco Malfoy. He’s my prisoner.”

“Shame on thee, lad, teasing an old woman like myself.” She cast a critical eye over Draco, causing him to move closer to the pirate. “He’s a right pretty thing, t’aint he? You lads go on to the back room. Lavender will serve you there.” It was a clear dismissal and with a cocky grin, Harry waved his friends forward. Then, before the woman could dodge or even respond with a cuff to the head, he planted a wet kiss on her cheek and laughed his way after them.

“They hate me here,” Draco whispered when Harry slipped into the booth beside him.

“Ah, they just don’t know you yet. I didn’t much care for you either, when we first met. Look at me now, though. My heart’s been lost to you since the moment I first kissed you.” His tone was teasing, but his eyes suggested that there was some truth to the words. Draco’s pulse picked up speed and he took a hasty sip from the tankard set before him to cover the sudden rush of color to his cheeks. Not, he noticed, that he need have been so cautious.

The ex-prostitute, Lavender, was accompanied by several other young maids, not all of them of Scottish descent. Two had darker skin than one saw even on the islands, though nowhere near as dark as Dean. They introduced themselves to Seamus and Dean as Parvati and Padma. A frisky young blonde girl hardly out of her teens sashayed her way onto Fred’s lap, letting out a cry of surprise as his hand came down to cup a well-curved buttock. George was already tangling tongues with an Asian woman who looked to be close to their own age. Draco took another sip and watched as the last slid her fingers through Neville’s hair, earning herself a shy smile from the serious young man.

Fred and the girl called Megan left first, her shriek of mock-outrage trailing behind as she was thrown over a broad shoulder and carried from the room. The other men cheered. George followed suit and Draco wondered if they would go so far as to share a room. Ron and Hermione, he noted, must have made their escape during the girls’ entrance.

A warm hand settled itself against his back, this time pressing skin to skin. “Oft times, Fred’ll forget himself and give us all a show. Lady Luck has smiled down on you this evening; a naked Fred is only really good if it’s you that’s got him that way.”

“No woman for you, Potter?”

“With you by my side? I hardly see a reason.” He plucked up a plump piece of fruit that Draco didn’t recognize and popped it into his mouth. The second piece was pressed against Draco’s own pink lips. Despite himself, he let his tongue dart out to taste it and watched as Harry’s pupils threatened to blot out all the green.

“I think it's high time we retired for the evening,” the pirate captain growled.

“But we haven't even eaten yet.”

“It's no use, yer lordship. When the captain sets his sights, there's little ye can do to sway 'im.” Seamus’ face was split in a wide grin as one of the twins bent to pass ale from her mouth to his. Draco wrinkled his nose with disgust only to have same done to him a breath later.

“As much as I hate to break up this cozy little scene you two make,” a female voice broke in, “there are some rather important issues to discuss.”

Harry's face was buried in the crook of Draco's neck as he groaned in frustration, so he didn't see the poisonous glare Lavender was leveling at the aristocrat's son. It took a moment for Draco to recognize her in the Scottish dress, but the moment he did, he felt her hatred for him grow perceptibly. The brown eyes narrowed and her hand clenched into a fist.

‘Of all the places to run into her,’ Draco thought. ‘And I thought I’d seen the last of her when I paid dear old Pansy Parkinson to make the gold-digging bitch disappear. She nearly ruined Theodore’s life with her little scam.’

“Arg,” growled the dark haired man in his arms. “Of course you’d go and kill the mood with talk of business, Lav.” Harry sat up, his face suddenly serious. “Draco, why don’t you head on up to the room and I’ll meet you there in an hour or so.”

“I can’t stay?” Draco pouted. ‘If I learn something valuable, perhaps I can write to father myself and secure my release more quickly.’ But the thought of that viridian gaze staring at him with a betrayed expression made something in his stomach clench and his heart ache. ‘Bollocks. I have not been taken in by this pirate!’

“It’s sensitive information, young Lord Malfoy, and I don’t reckon anyone else would feel comfortable with you overhearing this discussion. I won’t be long.”

Draco nodded and stood, not liking the self-satisfied smile on Lavender’s face. It made him uneasy and he opened his mouth twice to warn the pirate of her previous traitorous acts, only to leave the room in silence.

“If he’s too stupid to see what a conniving bitch she is, that’s hardly my business. I mean, I’ve got nothing to do with any of them. I’m not even here on my own free will! I was kidnapped! Twice!” he added to no one in particular. He followed the long hallway to the back entrance, trying vainly to block out the sounds of Harry’s cohorts in the midst of pleasuring their companions. He almost threw up as one of the girls began to cry out. By the time his feet hit the dirt outside, he was running, and he didn’t stop until he reached the separated house that Harry had pointed out to him upon their arrival.

The inside more than made up for the outward appearance with the hand carved furniture of high quality and the warm colors that decorated the walls. It was only three rooms – the kitchen was attached to the sitting area and there was a separate room for the chamber pot with the bedroom being in the far back – but it was cozy and, he dared to think, comforting.

His appetite had been spoiled by Lavender, so he bypassed the eating area and headed straight for the chamber pot. Beside it was a tall basin with a pitcher of water and he used it to wash the dirt from his face. He would have liked a bath but the copper tub stood empty and he was certain water would need to be ordered. Unwilling to have anyone else inside the small sanctuary, he settled for a quick scrub with one of the available flannels then slipped into the bedroom.

The bed was massive, the sheets expensive and the air lightly perfumed by the jasmine growing outside the window. He breathed in deeply and thought of home before stripping down to his pants. Without a second thought for his missing companion and captor, Draco let himself fall into the deep sleep only a real bed could offer.

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