Skit: Well, here you go! A story! They'll be on land in the next chapter and someone kisses someone else! YAY!
Draco: Blah
Harry: sweatdrop
Disclaimer in chapter one!
Deciet Thy Name Is Conner
Harry gave and annoyed grunt as he felt his comfortable source of warmth move slightly, however the annoyance was short live as he felt a soft hand rub against a certain very happy body part. The touch was light and fleeting, leading Harry to believe that it was indeed and accident. This didn't help his problem though and as the hand continued it's tortuous assult with every breathe that the sleeping blonde made, Harry became more and more restless.
A small moan from the figure above him almost brought a whimper from the captain had he not been the captain and would not have been disgraced by such an action. He was seriously beginning to wonder if the blonde would mind being molested in his sleep when he was saved by a crashing and a loud curse. This cause the hand to jerk roughly forced a gasp from Harry which --thankfully-- was covered up by a woman's voice.
"NEVILLE YOU ROTTON PIECE OF DEVIL'S SEAWEED! CAN YOU NOT DO NOTHING ON YOU OWN!"Draco's head shot up and he emitted what sounded like a mix between a growl and a groan. Had Harry not been preoccupied with certain "matters", like where the blondes hand still rested, he would have noticed that Draco was not ailed by the early morning sleepiness that one has when they have just woken up. However, he was preoccupied (mostly because the author wants the sexual tension to continue a bit longer before the LURVE!) and his head was not working quite up to it's usual standards... (just a moment, I'm sure you all noticed that I chose to use the word "head" when I could have avoided it. Just so you know, yes it was a intended pun! so NANABOOBOO)... Well, the one at the top of his body anyway.
Draco rolled off from on top of Harry and turned to look at the door.
"Do you suppose she'll still like us if we kill her?" Silver eyes filled with amusement turnedd to look at Harry.
"I dont' know, perhaps we should try it!" Grumbled Harry as he pulled himself out of bed. He kept his back to Draco as to hide his "problem" (though you and I both know it was no secret to Draco) and began to pull on clothes. Clothes that look suspiciously like and exact copy of the one's he wore yesterday... right down to the wrinkles!
"EW!" Draco squeeked, "You're not going to wear that are you?" Harry looked down at his clothes then back up at Draco.
"I thought I might, why?"
"EW!" another squeek, "You wore those yesterday! They've got germs on them!" Harry raised and eyebrow at his first mate, but stripped off the old shirt in favor for a new one.
"Better?"
"I guess it'll have to do, won't it?" Draco asked, turning to his own task of putting on clothes. Harry's eyes trailed down the smooth pale back; he marveled at the way his smooth shoulder blades resembled wings in the flickering candle light. His eyes trailed down to the smooth curve of Draco's lower back and his left and twitched just slightly as his gaze travelled lower. "mmmm" Harry murmered, "nice view."
"Did you say something?" Draco turned, not realizing that his captain would be mourning the loss for the rest of the day.
"No, are you almost finished?" Harry asked, grabbing a map from his desk and turning towards the door.
"Do I have a choice?" Draco mumbled, fumbling to get into his shirt and join Harry on deck. Still grumbling, the blonde walked over to where Renae stood, hands on hips and tongue still lashing insults at a small boy who was lying in a puddle of spilt water, presumebly from the overturned wash buckey a few feet away.
"SILENCE!" Harry roared, effectively shutting Renae up as well as the rest of the crew, "What are you babbling about!"
"This... this person is the most insufferable, unreliable, idiotic MORON I have ever been forced to deal with!" Renae said, voice taunt with anger.
"Why? Because he spilled a bucket of water?" The green-eyed man inquired, the twitch in his hand had gone to his eye, though it was more of an annoyed twitch than a I'm-about-to-jump-you twitch.
"I'm not a morning person." Renae sneered, still glaring at Neville. The latter was shivering, though it was hard to tell if it was from fear or from cold. Draco had a feeling it was the former.
"Come on, Longbottom. You need to change or you won't be any good at all... hmmm that's a bit redundant." Draco grabbed Neville's elbow, dragging him to his feet and pulling him toward the bunks.
"Would you like some coffee?" Hermione asked, pushing a bowl full at the black-haired woman who took it as though it were a gift from Athena. Harry half expected her to bow at Hermiones feet or atleast give some sort of virgin sacrifice. Renae did neither, just gulped down the black liquid and offered a small smile to the brown haired girl.
"Now that we are past that, what are the plans for today, captain?" Hermione had reverted into work mode and was looking at Harry expectantly.
"We're making a quick stop in Misrath, then I believe we'll travel to the Caribbean, but we'll be making many stops along the way." Harry said, spreading the map on the hard wooden planks of James' Heart and crouching down to look at it more clearly.
"You see, I don't think we'll stop by Tripoli they've got to much business and right now we need to get out of the Mediterranian Sea first, before we make a big bang. From there we'll head northwest to Barcelona, that'll give us supplise to get us all the way to Antigua. That should only take a month or so. When we reach there, Renae I assume you'll be wanting to head off to America?" Renae nodded absentmindedly, studying the map and using her fingers as measurments.
"Right. So I'll wager it will take about three days to get to Misrath. We'll stock up. I don't want to stay the night, so we should get there around morning. Hermione, you and Ron get Rats and Lee and do a once over of the ship. Marshall will work on keeping us on course. Jacub's got crow's nest and Maria said something about a storm, I'll want a full report on that a soon as we can." Ron and Hermione nodded and got to work informing the rest of the crew.
"And what will we be doing?" Draco asked, rejoining the group. He had Neville by the wrist and was tugging him along like a dog on a string. The timid boy had changed into new clothes, though Harry would wager that the originals would have been more presentable then these.
"You will be overseeing the crew. Renae and I will handle to ship and there's a whole in the Jib, Neville you'll patch that up." With that said, Harry headed up to the forecastle deck, followed closely to Renae.
"She's the wrong sex." Hermione said reassuringly in response to Draco's glare. The blonde just shrugged it off before heading down to the hold to see about helping the men clean and document the supplies. Sliding through the hatch, Draco took in his surroundings. It was dimly lit, only the light of two candles to light up the room, and full to the brim with supplies. Crocker and Jess were working together at moving a box full of amunition (or so Draco assumed) to the far corner after scratching down the box's contents. The only other occupant was Conner, who smirked as the blonde entered.
"Well good mornig, mate." Only a hint of sarcasm betrayed Conner's motives, but it was enough to cause a shiver to run down Draco's spine.
"Yes. Do you need any help?" It was sneered and cold, but it was a sincere question all the same and the snide shipmate jumped at the chance to play with his victim.
"Why yes. You could help me catalogue the amount of food we have and calculate how far it will get us." Draco was sure that the man could have done it on his own, but he also knew that there was no way he was going to get out of it, so he took a seat next to the dirty blonde and began copying down information. He had gotten into a pretty good rhythm when he was shocked out of his musings by a hand on his knee. He looked up and found Conner leaning over him, supposedly reaching for another box, but that didn't explain why his hand was slowly inching it's way up Draco's thigh.
"Conner?" Draco asked in a warning tone. The hand disappeared from his thigh and Conner gave him a grin before turning back to his work.
"So where'd you go after you blew up your own ship?" He asked conversationally, Draco winced.
"That's not of your concern and even if it was I doubt I'd be all that inclined to tell you." He snapped, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"No need to get defensve. I was just wondering what you did after you tried to kill your own crew."
"Stop it!" Draco hissed, his hands now clenched into tight fist, his knuckles white.
"Fine, fine. Then let's talk about Captain Potter, seems to like the woman pirate, wouldn't you say?"
"It's not my place to worry about Potter's affairs." The silver-eyed boy spat, sending a warning glare toward his oblivious partner.
"Oh, but you want to don't you? You want to push her into the sea. You want the Captain all to yourself it's eating you away, isn't it?"
"Quiet Conner." His teeth were clenched and his finger nails were beginning to dig into his skin. Not letting Conner have another word, he stood, throwing down his materials and leaving the hold in what could have been described as a huff. Conner let out a bone chilling laugh that made to other to occupants shiver.
HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM
That night met Draco on the forecastle, staring out into the breaking wave as the stars glittered above him. Harry and Renae were talking with Maria about the weather conditions and the blonde had found himself alone for the time being. He loved watching the sea as the colors swirled just below the surface hiding it's secrets below. He wanted so badly to take a dive into the murky water below, but knew that such and act could, and most likely would, cost him his life. So instead he opted for just sitting on the protective railing, dangling his legs over the edge, silently tempting the mistress of the sea.
Thoughts forced themselve into the front of his mind. Thoughts of his childhood, one that had been far more than normal.
flashback
A small boy, around ten, pushed himself through the crowd, picking up gold coins and strings of jewelry as he went. He was scrawny, small for his age and his abnormally blonde hair was caked in dirt alond with the rest of him. He spotted who he was looking for and waved to get the other boys attention. A larger boy with dark brown hair and laughing eyes joined him, wrapping an arm aound his shoulders.
"How are you Drake?" He asked the smaller boy, taking his findings and pocketing them.
"I am well. Blaise, where is father?" Draco looked up to this boy, a smile spreading across his features. Blaise grinned down at him and took his hand.
"He's at the gov'nors estate, collecting." Then before Draco could reply, he was lifted into the air by strong hands that were wrapped around his waist. Blaise turned in circles, smiling as the wiggling boy above him giggled in delight. A woman snorted in disapproval and Blaise returned the boy to his feet, taking his hand in his again."
end
Draco smiled at the memory, but jumped as he felt a cool drop of water land on his cheek. He sighed. This wasn't likely to be a big storm, but it was deffinately going to be a wet one.
Skit: Hope you enjoyed!
Draco: Though I don't see why you would
Skit: punch
Draco: OUCH!
Harry: Grrr tackle
Skit:... is this suppose to be punishment?