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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

Chapter Six:

He woke to complete darkness and panicked almost immediately. The candles that had lit the room had either burned out or been extinguished for the night, but either way, the old fears began to invade his consciousness. Struggling against the heavy blanket, he fought both for freedom and to breathe until strong arms wrapped around him.

“Shh, ‘tis only I, Draco. Hush. There are no ghosts, nor ghouls that shall get you tonight. Rest easy,” Harry whispered into his ear.

It was the voice as much as the words that calmed him. After a few moments Draco found himself slowly lying back down, his eyes still wide with wakefulness but the fear gradually receding. “Thank you,” he whispered into the darkness, his voice strained.

“Everyone is afraid of something.”

“You’re not afraid.” Draco rolled onto his side, facing away from the pirate captain.

There was a soft sigh and the gentle stirring of air at his neck told him that Harry lay beside him, practically spooning him. “I grew up in the dark. For me it’s a comfort rather than a burden.” He was quiet for a moment before the inevitable question was spoken. “What happened?”

Draco let out a harsh laugh. “What didn’t happen?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Father had to leave on business and left me in charge of mother. I was nine at the time, and thought myself a man already, if a queer one.

“Mother was sick; my birth was hard on her body and she never really recovered. There was always a candle burning in her room, like the ones you have, and so at night I would sneak in and lie beside her, listening to her breathe. Sometimes she would wake, her beautiful blue eyes smiling at me. She would tell me stories in her whispery voice and hold me close. It was the only spoiling I ever received and I loved her dearly for it.

“Then one night, two days before father was to return, I slipped into bed with her. I had no clue that the ever-burning candle had been removed and that the new nurse had replaced it with a normal one. Mother died in her sleep that night with me lying beside her. I woke to darkness and her cold, stiff form beside me and began to scream. Nurse was furious that I strayed from bed and locked me in. The room was in a new portion of our house and there were no windows. Father thought the air would contaminate mother’s already failing lungs. The room remained black as night until he returned home and found me.

“I know you hate him, Potter, but for me… He had the nurse put in stocks and flogged for leaving me with my mother’s corpse for three days. The heat was bad and she had begun to reek quickly. After that, Father began putting the ever-burning candles in my room. At some point, I think I connected the darkness with mother’s dying and began to believe that without light, I too would end up like her.

“Father changed about a year after, when the Prince Regent came into power, but I still remember him as that man. Not as the Prince’s unofficial executioner.”

Draco had never told anyone that story. Not Blaise Zabini, his childhood friend, or Theodore Nott, his cousin. He cursed his tongue for being so loose in the presence of his enemy and waited for the ridiculing words to come.

“I grew up in the darkness. My guardian, the husband of my aunt on my mother’s side, kept me locked up in a cupboard until I turned eleven. I never went outside during the day and I was fed worse than a prisoner. I was beaten for things not my doing and told I was worthless from the moment they took me in.

“A man who worked with my uncle – he was a merchant, see – told him he would pay good money for an untouched youth like myself and offered seven pounds for me. I was lucky for once that my uncle is such a greedy man. He learned about a brothel that dealt in young boys and arranged to sell me to them for near forty pounds. The ship he boarded to take me there was The Grim and the man who captained it was my godfather, Sirius Black.

“He had been sent to the Americas under the Prince Regent’s father’s rule, King Grindelwald, who was little better than your Prince. He wasn’t there long before he stowed away on a ship that was taken by pirates. It was there that he met back up with Remus, who was trying to buy his freedom through work. Seven years he stayed on that ship until he finally took his own and gave it a rather unfortunate sounding name. Within a year he had stolen enough gold to buy Remus and Hogwarts Castle, where they made their home. He continued to travel, but Hogwarts was where he returned, especially since Remus’ illness doesn’t allow him to move about as freely.

“I was brought there as well and raised both at the castle and on the ship. Sirius saved many lives that summer, and with it, built himself quite the family. I don’t know where I’d be without him.”

“He sounds like a good man.”

“He is.” Harry grew quiet and Draco had just begun to wonder if he had forgotten what started the whole conversation when his voice broke the silence once more. “I’m afraid of being betrayed by those I trust most and of being forced to watch as the Regent Prince has my friends and family killed. That I survived my parents’ execution has not pleased him.”

Harry reached out and took Draco’s hand, rolling him onto his back as he pulled the long, tapered fingers up to his forehead. Draco could feel the ridges of a scar and was almost positive they made a lightning bolt shape.

“I got this the night my parents were killed. The men who came into the house didn’t see me until after they beheaded my parents.” He shivered at the memory from so long ago and Draco pressed closer to him unconsciously. Fingers combed gently through his hair as Harry continued his narrative. “I must have screamed when my mother’s head rolled beneath the bed where I was hiding, but I was deaf to my own voice. Someone reached under and dragged me out, right past her unseeing eyes. I couldn’t stop. I was not even three years old yet, but I understood what had happened.

“They say you can’t remember anything from that age, but I can. I can remember the smell of my mother and father’s blood and his eyes. The man who had called himself friend was standing over their bodies, smiling down cruelly at them. When he saw me, he swung his sword. The flat of it knocked me out of my captor’s arms and into the fireplace. They set the curtains aflame and fled into the night. I was saved by none other than Dumbledore himself who arrived just moments after they fled.”

“So it wasn’t my father then?” There was relief in his voice and an unconscious release of the tension that had made his shoulders stiff.

“No, it wasn’t your father.”

“I- I’m sorry,” Draco whispered even as he moved closer to the warm body. One of his hands settled on Harry’s side and his fingers made out another scar. This one was longer and thicker, almost the same width as one of his fingers.

“Where did you get this one?” he inquired.

There was a subtle shifting of the bed and then a candle flared to life; it was one of the ever-burning candles. Harry wore a sheepish grin on his face as he rolled to look at Draco once more. “I got it in a duel. I was careless and paid dearly for it.”

“A duel? Father says only fools allow themselves to be challenged.”

Now Harry blushed. “Yes. I made the mistake of taking a baron’s daughter to bed after rescuing her from a rather bad situation. Her brother challenged me. He was lucky I didn’t kill him; I haven’t yet lost a duel, but nor have I killed anyone. I’m usually the one at fault, so it seems rather rude and wasteful.”

Draco’s eyes went wide for a moment then shook his head. “Women are too much trouble,” he murmured.

“Women are lovely creatures. Soft and warm...”

“Father wanted me to marry. Had it all arranged, he did. That’s why I went out with Blaise that day. I was to marry the Prince Regent’s cousin and become yet another one of his henchmen. I refused. Father was furious, but the Prince... I felt like he knew all along that I wouldn’t agree.”

‘Hmm, so it wasn’t daddy dearest who arranged that little kidnapping. Perhaps Voldemort hired Pettigrew without Lucius’ knowledge. Still, to ask someone to see that their son dies in an unsuspicious manner...’ Aloud he said, “Perhaps you would have liked married life.”

“I think not,” Draco snapped. “Unlike you, I have never had an interest in females, nor will I ever.” He paused and gazed out the window. “They are sneaky in a way a man never has to be. My cousin Teddy, Theodore, discovered that the hard way when he bedded a much sought-after prostitute just before his wedding. It nearly cost him his life.” He turned his serious gaze on his bed companion, waiting somewhat impatiently.

Harry studied him for a long moment, the steady, emerald gaze missing nothing. “Who was she?” he asked finally.

“Lavender Brown.” He didn’t try to sugar coat the name, or even apologize.

“Ah yes, the mysterious past of Lavender Brown. Well, don’t worry about her, my young lord. We’ve got our eye on her and we take what she says with a grain of salt.” His eyes took on a devious gleam as he rolled them both over until Draco was pinned beneath him. “Now, as I recall, we were interrupted last time. Shall I pick up where I left off?”

Draco opened his mouth to tell him no, he really shouldn’t pick up where he had left off, only to find his mouth full of pirate tongue and his body molded by strong hands. Despite himself, he moaned and thrust his hips upwards. Truly, it had been too long since his last rendezvous, and he ached in places he had no right to.

“Oh!” He gasped as an altogether too-skilled mouth took hold of one nipple and suckled hard. His busied themselves with peeling away Draco’s pants, tossing them over the side of the bed.

Harry pulled back and flicked the sensitive nub with his finger. “Pale skin, pink nipples... Could you look more delicious?” he mused, before laving the same attention on the other nipple.

“Ah! Don’t- I can’t-”

“We’ve got all night, so go ahead and come now,” Harry chuckled. The mouth was still laughing as it engulfed Draco and the blond cried out in shock and pleasure as he exploded over Harry’s tongue.

The warm, wet mouth trailed its way back up his body until it could latch onto his bottom lip. Draco sighed and forgot about his father and the marriage demand. He forgot about being a prisoner to a pirate or that the pirate captain was an even bigger play-about than he was. He forgot every worry but how he was going to wring more pleasure from his already exhausted body. He sent up a silent prayer to whatever deity had made sure that he washed before going to bed.

“Lord Draco,” Harry called in a hushed voice. “Will you let me in?” His fingers danced around the tight ring of muscle, every so often putting just a hint a pressure. Only the tip penetrated him, but it was enough to have Draco hard and aching again.

“Oh god, please, yes,” he begged shamelessly.

The finger withdrew but before either man could speak, the door was thrown open to reveal a distressed Ginevra. “Harry, look, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we think someone has been following us. Ron says we need to move you two out now.”

“Then we’ll be caught for sure.”

Hermione pushed her way past Ginny, arms full of clothes. “Not if we do this carefully. I told Lavender you would be leaving at daylight. That gives you two hours to get ready and another two to get on the road before the alarm is raised. I rounded up some clothes for young Lord Malfoy. My lord,” she said, turning to Draco with an odd formality, “forgive my assumptions, but we thought it best to dress you in female garb. One of the ladies, Megan, is also an actress. She gave us a wig and some cosmetics to help.”

“You’re going to put women’s clothing on me.”

“Yes. It’s the best we could do on such short notice. George is going as a female as well, and so is Seamus. We’re leaving in pairs at the same time.” Hermione shot Harry a small smile. “Same tactics as last time, but hopefully it will still work.”

“It wasn’t the Prince Regent we were trying to escape that time,” Harry added even as he stood and began dressing.

Hermione had the grace to blush, but Ginny just rolled her eyes. “Draco, once you’re dressed let me know. I’ve a fair hand when it comes to makeup. I’ll have you dolled up in no time.”

“Is it really necessary? I mean, surely no one will be able to see my face,” he protested.

“Sorry, love, it’s a risk we can’t take.” Harry’s words caused both women to giggle and Draco muttered darkly as he pulled the dress to him. Upon closer inspection, he found it to be a rather nice dress, complete with petticoat.

“At least you have taste,” he admitted. The girls left and he stood, ignoring his nakedness until warm hands cupped his buttocks and something thick and long prodded the crease. “Ooh.”

“Mmm. And once we’re at the castle, I’ll make sure there are no more interruptions,” Harry promised before letting go. Draco sighed and set about clothing himself.

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