Author's Note: Hey all so this is my Newest Story: A Love on the High Seas. It's a Harry/Draco slash story. My first, so please don't be hating. I appreciate any constructive criticism. It's a little slow to start out, but I hope that with time it will pick up a bit. I don't expect it to be terribly long, possibly only about 5-10 chapters, depending on what I decide to do with the story. Anyway, a few things about it: It's an AU Pirate story where Draco works for the Ministry and Harry is the renegade Pirate. It's set in about 1790, and I kinda moved Tortuga, so it sits in the middle of the Pacific ocean (it works with my story better that way). There's still magic in the story, and keeps the basic premise of the Harry Potter novels (such as Hogwarts, the horcuxes and the defeat of Voldemort, etc.) Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or even the realm of Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I'm only borrowing and am not making any profit from this. Though I wish I did own Draco and Harry as little adorable chibi dolls to forever have them with me.

Draco stared at the sinking ship off the port bow. Smoke filled the horizon and flames licked the water, delicately bouncing off the surface, as though trying not to smolder into non-existence and failing.

"Do you think it was him sir?" Millicent stood next to the blonde man, her face shadowed by her bicornered hat and curtain of chin length dark hair. Draco's hands gripped the railing of the ship. He sighed.

"I know it was him. That may be his flag flying, but it sure as hell isn't his ship," Draco turned and stared into the smoky night sky. "Once again, he's eluded us."

Millicent pulled out her spyglass and looked out at the ship, trying to spot the flag that Draco had come to know so well in the past few months. Once she found what she was looking for she frowned and stowed her glass into a breast pocket. "What's the purpose of flying a replica flag on another's ship?" She asked as she followed behind Draco.

"To throw off pursuers like us," Draco replied, opening the door to his private quarters. "He knows the Ministry is after him. He may be the bloody hero of the wizard world, but his crimes now far outweigh his achievements and hero status." Draco shrugged off his stifling commodore jacket and draped it over the back of his plush desk chair. His tricornered hat was tossed carelessly onto his bed in the corner of the finely decorated room.

"Then he's an idiot if he thinks a cheap trick like that will throw us off," replied Millicent hotly. She was one who took her job very seriously. Draco continued his movements, he opened a desk drawer pulling out several parchments and spreading them out over the top of the desk.

"We both know that Potter is an idiot," he replied casually, a slim finger gliding across one of the parchments. "Him and his Gryffindor crew that he decided to set sail with. He also thinks that the people following him are the typical Ministry crew," a smile formed on his lips and he tapped a point on the parchment. "Unlucky for the man that the Ministry decided to send us out," he looked up at Millicent. They had shared a history together that both of them would rather have forgotten, along with fellow Slytherins who Draco now held as his crew. A few life-changing events allowed them to join the Ministry's Naval Defense Department, with the up rise in wizard pirates lurking in the waters, terrorizing Muggles and other wizards and witches alike. "Tell Zabini to set a course for Portugal. We need to resupply, put our feet on dry land for awhile and then set out to restart our search for 'The Chosen One', as he has decided to so crudely name himself."

Millicent smiled at the blonde man as he undid his cravat, and loosening his hair from the leather bound strip. "Of course Commodore. Anything else before I turn in for the night?"

"No, thank you Millie, get some sleep."

"Goodnight Draco." She left his room, shutting the door with a light click.

Draco sighed and threw himself onto his bed, now that he was out of the eyes of the public, he could relax. His room was his sanctuary, a place he could actually call his own, and thanks to the locking charms placed on his door, no one could enter then silent peace he so enjoyed.

What the hell happened Potter? What caused you to lead a life of piracy? Something many of us strive to run away from with due diligence. It was something that no one but Potter and possibly his crew could answer.

Over the course of a month, Draco had chased Potter and his bloody ship across the Pacific and the Mediterranean, and it was really beginning to wear on the young Commodore. Draco had fought hard for the title, and had earned it. He had spent the last six years of his life climbing the ranks of the Naval Fleet, finally earning himself the title of Commodore and his own ship and a crew of his choice. And in the very style of a Malfoy, he had the best damn crew money could buy and friends could find. He had gone to school with most of the people who now flanked his ship, and he trusted them with his life.

Draco sighed. After the war, Harry Potter had disappeared off the face of the earth. And he had done so with his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. When he had reappeared nearly a year and a half ago, he had been labeled a pirate and a menace to society. Apparently, saving the entire wizard world had caused Potter to go daft and take up a hand of what some dubbed 'Robin Hood Syndrome.'

Potter was mostly a menace to richer, and well lived wizards and witches. Namely; pure bloods.

Draco's parents had been the first to fall victim to Potter's new ways.

Draco was out for vengeance.

Draco sighed again and stripped out of the rest of his clothes and donned a night shirt. They would arrive in Portugal by tomorrow afternoon, and Draco needed his rest for the stress of dealing with making sure that Crabbe and Goyle didn't try to load the ship with nothing but rum. Though the blonde couldn't argue with that logic, he had to rationally tell himself that they needed food to survive the sail over towards Port Royal.

Draco was pleasantly surprised when the trip in Portugal took practically no time at all. Before he knew it, they were sailing on the Pacific.

"Remember Zabini, to keep a wide berth of Tortuga," Draco said in his commanding voice. "I'd rather not run into anything- unpleasant."

Zabini nodded, knowing exactly what his Commodore meant by that. Tortuga held terrible memories for the entire crew of The Gilded Serpent, none of them wanted to return to that. "Aye Commodore," As he turned the wheel to head northwest, he asked, "Do you think we'll find Potter while we're out on open ocean?"

Draco looked away from the sun, which was almost directly in front of them now. "Yes, Blaise, I do. Potter would be dumb not to attack a Ministry ship in open waters. We're sending the pirate an invitation to attack," a smile played on the blonde man's delicate features. "I do hope he accepts."

Harry was not pleased. His deception had not worked on the mysterious ship that had been following them. It had even managed to find them in Portugal while resupplying; which reminded him, he needed to tell Ron to lay off the rum, or they would never make it to Port Royal in one piece. "Captain, is everything all right?" His first mate Ron, asked. Harry looked off the starboard side of the ship.

"Tell me Ron, what do you see when you look out across the water?"

Ron squinted to try and see what his Captain was seeing. After a few moments he shook his head and looked at Harry. "Can't see anything."

"There's certainly something out there, Ron," said Harry, never taking his eyes off the horizon. "And that something just happens to be the annoying ship that's been following us across the seven seas and back again."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Ron cringe. "You don't think that the Ministry has finally caught onto us, do you?"

Harry sighed. He thought exactly that. But the ship that had been following them was not of the normal Ministry standard. Its dark wood was well cared for; its silver trimming (when they were close enough) and it seemed to practically glide across the water (which Harry guessed was due to magic, and the Ministry tended not to use magic on their ships) showed that this ship was possibly one of a privateer. Normally Harry and his crew could take care of any privateers and even Ministry ships. But this- Harry was angry, and if there was one thing he was known for (besides going rogue, in the public's eye) it was his nasty temper.

"I don't know who this low life thinks he is, but he's messing with the wrong pirate." He turned and made his way across the deck and up the stairs to the upper part of his ship where Seamus Finnegan was steering the ship. Everyone thought Harry was daft for letting a man, who nearly blew up everything he touched in school, steer Harry's most prized possession, but Harry trusted his sense of direction above everyone else's and that had decided it. "Finnegan!"

The Irish man turned to him and nodded in greeting. "Evening Capt'n. What can I do for you?" He gave a mock bow. "Where would you like to sail to now?" His sarcastic manner passed right through Harry. He was in no mood.

"Turn to forty-five degrees southeast. There's a ship we're going after." Harry said briskly.

Finnegan's face scrunched up in thought as he turned the ship's nose in the given direction. "Capt'n? Are we goin' after the ship with emerald sails?"

"Aye."

"All right then!" As if that one word declaration settled it. "We're headin' straight for her."

"Send word when she's in your sights Finnegan." Harry said, as he began to descend the stairs to his quarters.

"Aye Capt'n."

Harry entered his quarters to find Hermione and Ginny studying the maps of Port Royal that he had kipped from one of their previous raids.

"Evening ladies. What have you found?" Hermione and Ginny looked up and smiled at the two men. Ginny stood up with the grace of a Governor's daughter and kissed Harry's cheek.

"Always straight to business with you," she said sweetly, her ginger hair sweeping over her shoulder. "Something is on your mind, love. Out with it."

"So demanding," he returned, though his words were teasing. He led her to the table that Hermione had conjured into the middle of his quarters and sat in between Ginny and Hermione. Ron sat next to Hermione. "It's this ship that's been following us-"

"Still bothered by it?" Hermione guessed. Harry nodded. She was his voice of reason in trying times. Though more often then not he went against her judgment. Especially if it meant breaking a few laws in the process. "What if it's a trade ship that happens to be on the same course as us?" She threw the idea out there very lamely. Everyone looked at her as if she had seaweed growing on her face.

"Seriously, love?" said Ron. "That sounds like something I would have guessed. I think you've been at sea too long." Hermione shoved his shoulder.

"I did give the idea a thought," Harry said seriously. Ginny's warm hand was clasped in his under the table, and she gave his a gentle squeeze. "When we had left Morocco, and even when we had departed Rio de Janeiro. After that, it was just plain old suspicion."

"Well as soon as we arrive in Port Royal, we'll be safe from your stalker ship." Ginny replied teasingly.

"You're father is prepared to house a ship full of pirates?"

"You know he is, Harry. And always will be." Ron replied. "Mum is thrilled we're coming home. She got our letter from Hedwig the other day, she gushed out everything that has been going on." He glanced at Harry. "Apparently there's going to be a huge dinner when we get back. Unfortunately, the Malfoy's had to be invited." Harry felt the blood drain out of his face.

"You have to be kidding me!" Harry nearly shouted. Neither he nor his crew had seen of Draco Malfoy or any of the other Slytherin's since the days of Voldemort and his reign over Great Britain. That had been nearly seven years ago. The last time Harry had seen the elder Malfoy's was when Harry had decided to rob them and to give them the honor and pleasure of being his first robbery victims. "I thought I had made them dirt poor."

"Well, in a way you did Harry, but that was nearly six years ago. Blood status and bribery has allowed them to rise back towards the top." Hermione said. "You would know that if you ever took the time to leave the ship when we were in port."

Harry felt his face flush. "Well excuse me for wanting to stay out of the public eye every now and again." He yawned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to get some sleep. Hermione, would you tell Longbottom that he and Thomas have first watch tonight?"

Hermione and Ron stood to leave for their quarters. "Of course Harry. Goodnight." They left and Harry was left with Ginny. He knew his final battle for the night was sitting next to him. She never slept in Harry's quarters, and they went through the same fight every night. Harry would kindly decline Ginny's offers of staying with him for the night. It's not that he didn't love Ginny; he did, it was just- he wasn't in love with her they way she was with him. And he hoped to break that to her at some point. Just not at sea, when her only anger options were to send him overboard to Davy Jones' Locker. Despite Ginny's sweet demeanor when she was around others, she could be quite the wildcat when trying to get her way, and what she really wanted now, was his virginity. He wasn't even sure he liked women at all. He disliked their giggling, their soft, squishy breasts, and the way their body's curved in such strange ways. He had loved Ginny for her rather mannish appearance that was so much like his own, with her straight, stick-like form, her flat chest and the way she loved to play Quidditch. But then as they had grown up, her body grew into the effeminate shape he should have known would emerge eventually. Now she didn't appeal to him the way she once had.

"Ginny, can we not do this tonight," he was practically pleading. Ron had always told him that Captains of pirate ships didn't plead, but with Ginny, he had become quite talented at it. "It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Actually, Harry, there's something I wanted to discuss with you, if you have a moment to listen." He nodded. There was something in her voice that made him agree to it. If it got her out of his room sooner, then that was all the better. She stood near the door to the deck of the ship. She was planning for a quick exit then, he surmised. "I- I just wanted to say Harry that I love you, I really do, but I don't think that you share the same feelings." How did women do that? How did they just know what you were thinking? "Perhaps we should stop kidding ourselves. Let's end this charade and continue on with our lives and hope that we each find someone who is best suited for our needs, since we can't fulfill them to each other."

"And here I thought this was going to happen the other way around and you were going to throw me overboard my own ship." He laughed. It was like there was a load lifted off his chest.

Ginny smiled. "I would never do that Harry. You've really become like one of my own brothers over the years we've been together, but I just feel that my needs aren't what you want and vise versa. But I'm glad to see that you feel the same way."

"I do, Ginny. I really do. And I'm glad this happened before we hit land, and had to face your mother."

Ginny opened the door and stood in the doorframe. "We still have to actually see her, you know. But at least she won't cause much of scene since it happened away from her."

"Aye."

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Ginny."

"That's it Potter," Draco muttered to himself as he watched the other man's ship approach his own. "Come and get me." Potter's ship was recognizable by it's golden sails and and red wood. The trimming was golden as well and like his own, nearly drifted above the water, guided by magic. Apparently, sometime in the night last night, Potter had decided to get closer to The Gilded Serpent after two weeks of sailing parallel to them just within sight distance. Draco doubted that Potter would attack, not while they were within a days distance to Port Royal. Potter was safe there, having refuge of Governor Weasley. The man constantly preached that Potter's actions and behavior were actually beneficial to the Ministry and her Mother Country.

Draco had called off any attack on Potter's ship, after his father had sent word about the dinner party the Weasley's were hosting and that the Malfoy's had been invited to attend. The party would prove to be the perfect chance for his crew to board Potter's ship and capture them there. It was a good plan. Capture Potter on his own ship and sail to Britain and condemn Potter to death from his own ship. The perfect pride killer. A smile formed on his thin lips.

"I haven't seen you this happy in months Commodore," came the voice of Blaise Zabini. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Draco's eyes never left Potter's ship as Port Royal became a visible speck on the horizon. "Because in just a matter of days, Potter will finally have met his mystery pursuer."