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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 Eight:

“I look ridiculous.”

“You like fine.”

“I look like a doe-eyed young virgin being led to the sacrificial altar.” Draco huffed and shifted in the yards of green and silver silk. He reached up to scratch at the wig but caught himself in time.

“I won’t ask where you came up with that analogy,” said Harry wryly. “I think you look rather fetching like that,” he added with a straight face.

“How much longer until we’re there?” Draco knew he was whining, but he found himself unable to care.

“You’re like a small child. We’ll be there before dusk, if we’re lucky. However, the two on our tail have remained behind us steadily for the last two hours. I couldn’t say for certain, but it looks like the Lestrange couple.”

Draco shuddered. “Aunt Bella? Could it get any worse?”

“Oh aye, it could. Instead of two we could be facing ten. I’ll take these odds any day, my lord.”

Only barely able to restrain himself from turning around to check, Draco tightened his grip on the reins. “Do we make a run for it?”

“That would be a sure way to find a bullet in the back. Nay, we take a break from our travels for a picnic by the road. Under that tree looks good.”

“Stop? We’re stopping?” He couldn’t stop his voice from rising, and nearly wept with relief when Harry reached out to take his hand.

“Have ye forgotten?” the pirate asked in a thickly accented voice. He leaned close, the faint scent of his soap filling Draco’s nose and immediately relaxing him.

“Forgotten?”

“We’re young lovers on our way to the fair. There’s to be a gypsy couple and we’re hopin’ they’ll read our fortunes and tell if ours is a love that will last.”

“Will it?” Draco asked, feeling a breathlessness that wasn’t completely a side-effect of the tightly bound corset Ginny had crammed him into.

“Aye,” Harry replied in a hushed voice. His companion was oblivious as Harry led them off the dirt road and to a shaded patch of grass. It was only when he was given a hand down from his horse that he realized just how thoroughly Harry had distracted him.

“You tricked me,” Draco hissed, his cheeks flushing with anger.

“Ah, but I love you best when you’re all riled up.”

“Just you wait, Potter! When we reach-” His words were cut off by Harry’s mouth forcefully laying claim to his own and he swallowed back a moan. The cloak of hunter’s green was spread out beneath them as Harry covered Draco’s lithe frame with his own sturdier one and a nimble hand slipped under the layers of skirt and petticoats to tease a soft, smooth thigh.

“Just as I imagined,” he whispered against the curve of Draco’s neck. “I wonder if you taste as delicious as you look.”

“My, my, my. What do we have here? A lovely little couple getting frisky out in the open?” Their observer let out a familiar cackling laugh that made Draco’s blood run cold.

“My lady, I beg you forgive my ghastly display of manners and etiquette. It is only that Lady Guinevere and I have long been denied such privacy.” Harry tilted his head back to gaze up into Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, his face deceptively cheerful.

“And such a handsome young man, too,” she simpered. Harry wasn’t fooled though. Her eyes were calculating and cold; she would just as soon run them through with her husband’s sword as let them walk away.

Draco played his part well, his cheeks flooding with color that he only barely hid as he pressed his face into Harry’s chest. “I told you to behave,” he wailed in a convincing soprano.

“Hush, love. The lovely lady and her companion won’t speak of this.”

“You know, you bear a striking resemblance to the outlaw, Harry Potter.”

Draco’s head reared back. “Take that back,” he snapped, never breaking character. “Don’t you dare compare my Sebastian to that- that heathen.” His voice was cultured and sweet with a fine layer of acidity to it, but inside he was a quivering mass of nerves and on the verge of a breakdown.

Rodolphus Lestrange let out a deep laugh. “See there, love. That’s another lass who’s seen the bad side of the Potter brat.”

Bellatrix turned on Harry once more. “Ah, the wound it must strike to know your pretty little lover has already lain with a criminal.”

Praying desperately that his dress wouldn’t tear or his wig slip, Draco surged to his feet, face twisted with anger. “I would never. That lying, rotten scoundrel broke my sister’s heart. She hasn’t been the same since.”

“Calm yourself, love,” Harry murmured, coming to stand just behind Draco. “The lady was perhaps a bit free with her insults but let’s forgive her this once, shall we?”

“Do you think I, the Prince Regent’s most trusted spy, would be so dim as to fall for such a farce,” Bellatrix snapped, finally losing her patience. She reached out and yanked the wig from Draco’s head, causing him to cry out in pain as the pins tore into his scalp.

“Tsk, making a poor young girl cry and bleed all in the same action. The devil must be proud of his handiwork with you, Bella.” Harry tugged Draco behind him and unsheathed his sword so that it stood between him from the Lestranges.

“Rodolphus, darling, I’ll let you play with my dear, little cousin if you let me play with Potter.”

“My darling wife, have I yet denied you your fun? Why would I start now? Besides, your cousin looks quite… fetching in that pretty dress.”

Bellatrix moved first, her hand whipping out the pistol she had kept concealed until that moment. The first shot went wide, thudding into a tree to the side, but the next found its mark in Harry’s shoulder, causing him to cry out. Draco was distracted long enough for Rodolphus to grab him and wrest him to the ground where they rolled together in a battle for dominance.

Harry blinked his way through the roaring of his blood in his ears and the pain radiating out from the wound to the rest of his body. Switching his sword from his wounded right hand to his left, he thanked Sirius’ constellation that the man had trained him to fight with both. Before the gloating woman could get off another shot, he knocked the gun from her hand with his sword.

“So it’s to be a proper duel then?” she inquired, slipping from the saddle to stand before him. She laughed when Harry bowed, and easily dodged his first attack while retrieving her own sword from the saddle. “It must be so distracting, trying to fight with a bullet in your arm and your “woman” being ravaged because you’re too weak to save her.”

“I’ll enjoy killing you, bitch. Will your husband enjoy hearing your screams, I wonder, rather than smelling your fetid breath against his cheek as you force yourself upon him once again?”

“Such insults,” she chided. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to be polite to a woman? Oh, that’s right, your mummy is dead. Tell me, Potter, did her eyes blink at you when her head rolled beneath the bed.”

The well-timed words caused Harry to nearly stumble onto her blade but he parried at the last moment and retreated, breathing heavily. Pain made his vision blurry, but the sounds of Draco trying to fight free of Bellatrix’s husband spurred him on.

“Now Bella, that’s hitting below the belt, don’t you think? Tell me, is every part of the Prince Regent affected by his scale-skin disease, or are you so used to bedding men that could be mistaken for reptiles that you don’t even notice anymore?”

“The Prince will have your head, Potter, and I’ll be the one to bring it to him!”

Their swords clashed against one another and the horses danced in place. Harry’s tugged at its reins but remained where he had tied it; the battle steed was anxious to do as it had been trained and protect its rider. Draco’s mare was frothing around the bit in her mouth and her feet stomped to express her distress at the situation.

There was a sudden sound behind Harry that bode ill. A cut off cry for help was followed by the thud of something solid connecting with a head. Bellatrix’s gaze never swayed from her target, but Harry turned for half a second to see what had happened. The moment his attention was diverted she thrust her sword through his side and yanked it back. Harry fell to the ground without a sound escaping.

“Rodolphus! Come, I’ve taken our Highness’ sworn enemy and reduced him to a pin cushion.” She waited for her husband’s reply, growing impatient. “Rodolphus, what is-” Bellatrix gasped as she saw what had become of her husband.

Draco sat astride the larger man, a heavy rock clasped between both hands which he brought down again and again where Lestrange’s head had once been. “Just.” Bash. “Because.” Bash. “I look.” Smash. “Like.” Bash. “A girl.” Smash. “Doesn’t mean.” Bash, bash, smash. “I bloody am one!” Smash. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he continued to swear and rage until his aunt’s shriek filled the air. She was upon him in an instant, the rock sent flying when she struck him on the wrist with the hilt of her sword.

“You will pay for that,” she screamed, leaping towards him once more. There was a loud bang and her eyes went wide with disbelief as she stared at her nephew. A pale hand flew to her waist where a rapidly spreading stain appeared and when the hand came away red with blood, she let out a strangled sound before stumbling towards her horse. Husband forgotten, she grabbed up a cloth and pressed it to her wound even as she dragged herself up and into the saddle. Draco retrieved the gun from where Harry had flung it, but before he could pull the trigger a second time, she was already disappearing around the bend.

Scrambling over his uncle’s body, Draco pulled Harry’s head onto his lap and began cursing him. “Don’t you dare leave me out here alone, Potter, you got that? I wore a bloody dress for you, and even let that Ginevra girl put cosmetics on me!” He half sobbed, half yelled the words.

“Shh. We’re on the right path to the castle. It’s just a little further up the road.” Harry’s voice was barely more than a whisper and blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. “Keep on the road and don’t look back. Take the stallion, he runs faster.”

“Idiot. I won’t leave you here. Not like this.” Draco forced a laugh. “Weren’t you supposed to be seducing me? I don’t recall dying ever being a part of that.” The sound of voices caught his attention and his heart swelled with hope. Just as he looked up to see who their rescuers were, he felt the body in his arms go still.

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