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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 Six:

Harry glared at the pale-haired pirate as the man sat at the eating table beside his sire, a growl building in his chest. Luna chuckled deeply beside him, sparing him only a fleeting glance as she dished food from the pots onto the serving plates. Her hair was flung into a high ponytail, messy and appealing.

"How can you laugh at a time like this?" Harry ground out angrily, hands gripping the countertop lest he begin, once more, to pace the small space of the kitchenette like a caged lion. Luna ruffled his hair affectionately as she passed. "I know my fate Harry and I embrace it. You're angry only because your path is still unclear. But for the moment, are they so unpleasant to live with?" Harry hissed in frustration. "They keep me like a pet! They will not allow me home, that is most unpleasant!"

"Their way is not your own, Harry. You have different views. You confuse them, make them wary." Luna's eyes became clouded suddenly, "you are safer here than in the waters," she whispered, "Riddle is back at sea."

Harry sighed and took the pot from her to dump in the sink. "So you keep saying, Luna, but my family need me and every day that I spend here is another day I miss with them." Luna chuckled, "I would not have thought your kind would count days, Harry." The small male dried his hand and threw down the towel with a smirk. "We are not immortal, Luna and a week to your kind is a week to my kind. I wish to go home." He spoke the last part loudly enough to carry through the din of the mess hall and could practically feel Draco roll his pale eyes.

Luna handed him a tray of plated food and smiled softly. "The tides will take you home only when it is time. For now, learn patience. They are not bad people." Harry rolled his emerald eyes and stalked from the kitchen to bring dinner to the blasted humans.

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"How is Harry?"

Draco turned from his reverie to face his step mother with a frown. The woman was a decade younger than his father and looked it. Her form was trim as it had been in youth and her sweet face was still rounded like a lass'.

"Perfectly healed," he muttered, "as you well know. The lad is a miracle by anyone's standards. He's barely scarred." Hermione nodded slowly, brown eyes bright. "Aye, he is remarkable but how is he, Draco?"

The pirate shrugged, looking away from her curious glance. "It is bad enough I have had to give up my bed to him, I try not to enquire about his feelings." Draco sneered sarcastically, running a hand through his loose hair and returning his gaze to the sea.

"About that," Hermione began. Draco sighed inwardly, closing his eyes in frustration. "Your father's not best pleased that his son is spending his nights sleeping in a hammock in the worker's quarters. It's unbefitting, Draco, and it must be uncomfortable." She eyed the blonde steadily as Draco glared back ineffectively. "You'll have to learn to share with the young man. I'm sure the both of you can come to a compromise."

Draco gave a short exclamation of disgust as his step mother stalked away. A compromise? With a slave? The blasted woman had lost her mind! His father was no better. Had Draco not known any better, he would assume the captain gleaned a perverse sort of entertainment from watching his son's predicament. "Damn pirate." Draco growled as he watched the sun begin to set beneath the distant horizon. He breathed in the salt air, the creases in his brow vanishing as the uninterrupted sound of the sea washed over him. It had been a week since the visit to Diagon and Draco was looking forward to the month of sea travel ahead of them. As loath as he was to admit it, he was uneasy on land.

Each corner became a hiding place for God knew what and each strange man was a potential enemy. Aboard the Serpent, he was home. He was at peace. Well, peace if not for his slave's consistent demands for freedom. God help him but the boy was going to drive him to insanity. Draco had given up his bed, had allowed the male to wander at will. He had allowed the back talk and an almost freedom! The slave should have been grateful, damnit. Insufferable creature.

And for what had he allowed his position as master to deteriorate? All for a pretty face and sparkling green eyes. All for a man who was more lass than lad! Damn it to hell, he was losing it. This was not how it should have been. Had he known what trouble the slave was, he would have left him at the auction.

A small part of Draco twisted cruelly and the pirate gritted his teeth. Memories of Harry, pale, filthy and trembling as he stood on that stage entered his thoughts, unbidden. Draco's fingers twitched in irritation. He would have saved the damn slave regardless.

"Penny for them?"

Draco jumped as the soft voice of the ship's cook sounded in his ear. "Hello Luna."

Luna Lovegood was a slave who needed adjusting to. Despite her station, Draco and his family had grown fond of the spirited girl. She was a sprite in all but form and he could not help but smirk as she sighed dramtically.

"The month ahead is yours, Draco," she said suddenly, "yours and his."

"His?" Draco grinned at the small girl. "I was under the impression that every month was mine to live, Luna. What makes this one so special?" Luna's face was passive, unreadable as her clouded blue eyes stared unseeingly at the sunset. "This one is special because it is the first you both will share." She whispered, "or the last."

Draco tensed, his grin dropping abruptly. "Your meaning being?" he hissed out. Luna remained silent for a long moment, mouth slack. When she looked at him, it was to blink and smile prettily. "I've forgotten to count the bottles of rum," she chuckled, "excuse me, Draco."

With that, she started away, leaving Draco to stare after her in confusion.

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"I'm not sharing a bed."

Draco growled and clenched his fists. He ignored the slave's fierce glare and disrespectful tone as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Well, sleep on the floor, then! I'm not moving."

The blonde ignored the slave's stare as he yanked the sheets over his legs and blew out the candle angrily.

Harry stood in the black room for a strained minute, contemplating his options. He had precious few. Draco smirked when the boy gave a brief exhalation of frustration before climbing into the bed, staying safely at the furthest edge. Draco rolled his eyes as he turned over to sleep. "By Gods, lad, you act like you're a virgin maid whose virtue I wish to steal. Accomplished as I am, I have yet to impregnate a man. Your virtue is safe."

His only response was a heavy silence.
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