Title: Captured Heart
Pairing: Neville x Draco Malfoy
Book: Harry Potter
Summary: Neverus is captured by an English ship, he vows revenge on the man who caught him.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything, only the people I make up for this story. I am just a fan of this couple, so I wrote this for all the Neville x Malfoy fans like myself.
Notes: I got this idea one day while at work and I've also read a yaoi pairing that was about a merman and a prince, so I HAD to make one for this pairing, I'm also doing one for Wolfram x Yuri from Kyo Kara Maoh, with the same basic words and idea's. The mermaids are different then the way HP describes them. Mine are like all others. Sorry! I thought it would fit both Neville and Yuri. Seeing how Wolfram gets sick and all when at sea. In addition, Yuri would make a cute fluffy merman. You may see a bit of Yuri in this story as well. Therefore, it might be a crossover. In addition, if anyone's watches Merlin, you will notice some themes and ideas from that show.
IMPORTANT: this story is nothing like HP, this dose not take place in Hogwarts or even in the same period. This story is much, much earlier then that! The setting of this story takes place in England around the times of war, plague and knights. Times were Merlin still lived and the thought of myths and legends seemed real and alive. A time between ancient times and the renaissance. C. 476 to 1453 or 5th or 6th centaury. I have yet to determine a time frame only that it's during the middle ages. Once I have information on Merlin I will let you all know. Also, forgive me, if Draco is not a wizard and Neville is not human. Nevertheless, for this story to play out, I needed them to be the way they are. Also, you will notice that they are a bit OOC. However, it's to be expected if they lived a different way of life. Malfoy is poor and in need of money, but has a kind soul. Neville is strong and brave like any Roman but as passionate as an Egyptian woman (lol) but I assure you that they will grow in their personalities, just give them time. I have a plan! I hope you guys will stay with me to the end. Then you will all understand!
That's it so far…lol
Chapter two: The Capture
They were hot on his tail.
Pushing aside his growing dispersion, he concentrated on escaping. His powerful arms sliced through the cold sea while his leanly muscled lower body enhanced each of his butterfly strokes with graceful, curving thrusts. He ignored the burning in his lungs, that cried out in pain.
He kept his head down, unwilling to waste the millisecond it would take to draw a breath. He had to get away and stopping for air will not save his life.
He gained a yard, then another and another.
He was fast-very fast.
But he'd be a fool to believe that he could outrace a grand English ship forever. Nor would the men chasing him give him up. Their greedy excitement vibrated the air above him as clearly as the water made vibrations on the surface. He had no other choice he had to dive, quickly and deeply. Only in the dark, endless depths could he evade them. With another stoke and a sight grunt of grunts, he gain a slight inch ahead of the men following him.
The rough salty water flowed along his body like an icy caress. It was now or never.
He'd be damn if he was taken by those greedy men.
He soared higher to steepen his plunge. Then greedy humans struck, taking him by surprise.
Fiery pain pierced his shoulder. He jerked and managed to break loose from the jagged, gray steel but failed to escape the net that followed. He fought fiercely against the tangling strands. If he only had his knife, he could cut himself free as he'd once done to escape a patch of tenacious seaweed in the soft surf near his home. But his knife lay on the sandy ocean floor. As he fought the web only seemed too tightened with each desperate twist that he gave.
No hope now, but he will still fight until his dying breath. Dead or alive, his capture would prove their existence and they would send more greedy bastards out to hunt his people. So he stilled, conserving his energy as they hauled him to the surface. He almost welcomed the raw burn from the hard, ropey twine scraping against his skin; the sharp, puling fire from his wound on his shoulder, hurt more with the cold air kissed his salty skin.
Pain would keep him alert and anger would keep him focused. He wouldn't go without a fight. His people needed him and he will protect them all. He swears it! He balled a fist into one of the hard web net.
He kept his expression blank as the fading but hot sunlight glinted over his tan body. He inwardly cursed the man staring at him with excited fascination in his eyes. Even more, he cursed himself for the relentless curiosity that had driven him to gamble with his freedom.
He slightly cursed his luck.
But most of all, he cursed the pale-limbed female with the flowing blonde hair who had lured him too close to danger. From the bow of the ship, she had signaled for help using the ancient gestures of his people.
He vowed to get revenge. He will not be taken so easy by the dirty humans.
End note: I hoped you all enjoyed the chapter! I was inspired to write this after reading a few Neville x Draco fan fictions and a yaoi manga of a merman and a boy. I can't remember the name of the book. Sorry!