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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 Five:

"Unhand me, you Ruffian!"

Draco growled low in his throat and tightened his grip on the male, a headache already beginning to form in the centre of his forehead. "Do not make me regret saving you, slave." He snarled, silver gaze avoiding the furious emerald gaze of the smaller man.

The dark-haired male shrieked indignantly, renewing his struggles to pull free of the blonde's grip as Draco dragged him up the ship's ramp. "I am not a slave, you disgusting, pathetic excuse for a living thing!" Mouth agape, Draco turned and bared his teeth at the male. The slave glared back at him, top lip curled back in an impressive sneer. "Now see here," Draco hissed angrily, "just because you've been spoiled wherever you've come from does not mean it will get you what you wish here. Your face may be pretty but you will garner little sympathy with that black attitude."

"Who's this?"

Draco whipped around, instinctively releasing the slave's arm as they boarded the Coiling Serpent. "No one of particular interest," Draco sniffed, hard eyes on the pale man lest he try to run off, "merely a slave to help with the cleaning." Hermione tilted her head in consideration, brown eyes calculating. "He's a bit thin, isn't he?"

Though her tone was stiff, Draco caught sight of the sympathy in her expression and rolled his eyes heavenward. "Don't pity him, Mione, his attitude is foul." His step mother bit her lip slowly before extending a hand to the slave. After a tense moment of staring and with a heartfelt sigh, the male clasped Hermione's hand in his own. She smiled sweetly at him, "See, Draco," she said with a triumphant grin, "A bit of kindness goes a long way. You're most welcome here; we are not bad people, though my ward enjoys presenting us that way."

The slave watched Hermione with guarded eyes, his shoulders rounding in defeat as he turned to survey the ship. "My name is Harry," he said softly, voice devoid of its tense bite, "and if it's all the same to you, I'd like to go home."

Hermione's eyes widened before her mouth set in a grim line. Draco shook his head tersely, frowning at the small slave. "Sorry, lad, you're stuck here with us."

Harry's green eyes narrowed before they began to shine gently. Tears gathered slowly and Draco looked on in horror as the boy pressed a hand to his mouth and hiccupped a soft sob. "Woah, woah," the blonde said, putting his hands up in a placating gesture, "it's not all bad! C'mon, don't cry. You're a man, buck up!" He cringed as the slave let out a soft whimper of distraught.

It was to the sight of Draco trying to calm the weeping slave that his father and Severus arrived back on the ship, slave girl in tow. The dirty blonde growled and shoved Draco away to wrap her thin arms around the small male. She turned furious blue eyes on Draco, "What have you done?" Severus rolled his eyes and clipped the girl lightly on the back of the head. "Be calm, Luna and learn some manners. Draco is above your station."

"Only barely considering he's a blasted pirate." The slave girl muttered darkly, eyeing Severus with distaste. Lucius grinned at the scene, waving for his crew to haul the ramp aboard. He turned to Draco with a sadistic smile. "Son." He purred.

Draco winced, shoulders hunching protectively. "Yes, father?"

Lucius cast a glance at the sniffling slave boy and sighed, scratching at his stubble in irritation. "You bought a broken slave." Draco cast a cautious glance at Severus. "Technically, he's not broken considering he continues to demand to be left home. If he were broken he'd accept his role now..." He trailed off at Severus's bark of laughter, silver eyes trying not to meet the narrow gaze of his sire.

"Regardless," Lucius said smoothly, striding to the front of the ship, "he is of no use to me until he has healed and overcome his trauma. He is now your responsibility. You wanted him; I'm giving him to you. You will make sure he heals without infection. I do believe the crew quarters will not benefit his hygiene so he will be bunking with you."

Lucius stalked away to the sounds of his son's indignant shrieking. "Do treat him well, Draco."

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Draco scowled at the smaller male as he pushed open the door to his cabin. "In you get, then," he waved a hand when the slave hesitated at the door. Harry regarded the pirate with hard eyes as he stepped inside, crossing his arms across his chest where they trembled, despite his best efforts to keep them stiff.

The blonde sighed. "I suppose I'm to dress you, as well? Well I haven't anything that'll fit you, I'm afraid. I'll buy you something when we next port, until then you'll have to make do." With that, Draco flung open his clothes chest and sorted through the material within, rising up to cast a cursory glance over Harry's slender form every so often. He rose with a few items clutched in one hand.

"Come on then and I fill the tub for you, it won't do to have me stitch up a dirty wound." Harry frowned in confusion, advancing forward slowly as Draco entered his private bathroom. The room was small but manageable and the tub would fill quickly with heated water. Dipping his fingers into the bath, Draco nodded once and turned to look at the smaller male. "Hop in then."

The slave looked at him in horror before pointing a steady finger at the other room. "You get out first." Draco gave a surprised chuckle of laughter and regarded the frowning man with one eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Timid, are we?" he teased, gaze dragging over the man's form in a way that brought heat flushing to the black-haired male's cheeks. Draco shook his head as he left, rolling his eyes as the door slammed behind him. "Strange creature."

The greater portion of an hour later saw Draco sprawled across his bed in an ungraceful manner, gaping exasperatedly up at the wooden ceiling. "By Gods, man, how long does it take to scrub oneself clean?" he shouted at the closed door, temper rising as his boredom increased.

"Stay with him, make sure he doesn't drown, make sure he's clean, make sure his wound is stitched." Draco sneered in a childish imitation of his step mother as he got to his feet to pound once again on the bathroom door. He nearly stumbled into the room as the door was pulled back swiftly and Harry stood in the entrance.

The slave had draped the towel around his body like a woman might, his black hair still damp and pulled to one side to topple down his front endearingly. He stared up at Draco with wide eyes and clutched the towel closer, though his skin looked dry. He frowned as Draco continued to stare down at him with narrowed eyes, cheeks flushing a steady pink. "Yes?"

The silver-eyed pirate seemed to shake himself and scowled suddenly. "What were you doing in there, counting your pubic hairs it's been an hour!" The slave blushed darkly at the comment and hunched his shoulders as he stomped past Draco to retrieve the clothes from the bed. When he glanced back to see that Draco had barred the way back to the bathroom he rolled his eyes and proceeded to dress under the towel.

Draco watched the ungraceful procedure with a hint of amusement, stomach tightening with heat as inch after inch of the slave'[s body was displayed, whilst never showing the parts which Draco was most curious about. The blonde chuckled and plucked the needle and wire from the bedside stand, advancing on the semi-dressed slave. "Hold still now and I'll stitch your wound. I can't have you bleeding everywhere."

Harry gasped at the sight of the needle and dropped his shirt, raising his hands to shield his face. Draco frowned. "Sit, Harry, It's for your wound." The slave glanced at his own shoulder and the bullet wound that seemed to have stopped bleeding for the moment. It would leave a nasty scar. After a brief pause he tilted his face to one side and offered his shoulder to Draco as a father might offer his first-born to the Devil. Draco chuckled at the boy. He was far too endearing for his own good.

Clucking his tongue thoughtfully, Draco probed the area around the injury with his finger, frowning as no blood began to well. The wound, though the size and shape of a bullet hole was all but closed, leaving only a surface graze. It looked no more than a hair's width deep. "How the bloody hell..." Draco breathed as he studied the mark, fascinated despite himself. He'd never before seen the likes of it. He looked up at the slave with wide eyes. "Clearly, someone up there is looking out for you, slave, this is near perfectly healed."

With a 'hmph' of confusion Draco placed the needle and wire away and gestured towards the cabin door, shaking his head as Harry pulled the oversized shirt on before running out. Strange lad.
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