Ok I got another one for you Drarry, Harry is rebel pirate and Draco is a loyal captain in King Riddles Royal Navy. And they are secretly married
“You destroyed my ship.” Draco snaps.
Harry hums and waves a hand carelessly. “Who cares?”
“I care!” Draco says. “It was my ship!”
“Would you rather I had come on politely?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow and smirking. “Asked His Royal Highness Tomarse for a chance to see my husband?”
A pleased flush spreads through Draco’s face, and though he grins sappily for a few seconds, he tries to scowl to cover it up.
“But you didn’t have to destroy my ship,” He says, pouting. Harry crosses the room - his private chambers - in two steps and wraps his arms around his husband, squeezing his hips rhythmically.
“I’ll buy you all the ships you want, love,” He swears.
Draco raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “With the money you’ve stolen from me?”
“With the money I’ve stolen from His Royal Majesty,” Harry corrects with a cheeky grin. He presses a soft kiss to Draco’s lips, and then another, delighted when Draco lets out a small moan. Whatever else he might say, he loves it when they meet like this, because it’s the only time they have alone. Harry knows Hermione has more than caught on to what’s happening, but she hasn’t said anything, so Harry hasn’t explained either.
“How long do you reckon we have?” Draco asks.
“That depends,” Harry says. “How many times do I have to kidnap you for you to finally agree to come along?”
Draco bites his lower lip; the invitation is tempting, too tempting. Harry had let him know from before they’d got married that the minute Draco said the word, they could sail off on their own. Harry has collected more than enough money on his trips, and knows plenty of quiet little places where they could sneak off to live together.
It’s Draco’s own fairytale; a little different than how he’d imagined it’d go as a child, but a fairytale all the same.
“I - I don’t know,” He says. Harry pulls him closer, and Draco rests his cheek against his chest. Harry’s grown a beard, and his hair is longer than it was the last time they saw each other. He sails off for long stretches of time, and whenever he returns, there’s something different. The only constant is the way he looks at Draco, and the way Draco looks back. “You know, I told you where we were going because you insist on coming to protect me from other pirates. Not so you could destroy my ship and leave half of my crew stranded.”
Harry hums, non-comital. “They’ll make it to shore. The nearest island isn’t very far away, and I let them get on the lifeboats.”
“How generous,” Draco murmurs.
“Yes, I really am, aren’t I?’“ Draco can feel Harry’s lips against his forehead. “I’ve missed you so much, love. I love you more than the last time I saw you.”
Draco laughs breathlessly, looping his arms around Harry’s neck and letting himself be pulled down to the bed. It’s for one person only, but because Draco’s half on top of Harry, they fit.
“You say that every time,” He says, kissing Harry’s jaw. Fuck, but he missed him.
“And it’s true every time,” Harry says. His arms tighten around Draco’s waist, and he whispers, “Come with me.”
Draco hums, only half paying attention to the words; the other half of his attention is centered in the way Harry’s hands are massaging his lower back.
“Come with me,” Harry repeats, stopping the movement of his hands. “It’s enough, Draco. We’ve been apart enough.”
Draco agrees; he hates how much time they spend apart, hates King Riddle and what he’s done to the country Draco grew up and fell in love in. He doesn’t quite know what’s keeping him here.
“I-” he hesitates. His friends. His family, his entire life is back at land. Not in the sea. Not in some exotic island. “I don’t know,”
“We don’t have to,” Harry says. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Draco Malfoy. And I know you want that, too. If it takes you years to be ready, I’ll still love you then. More than yesterday. More than today. More than any day that’s coming.”
Draco buries his face in Harry’s shoulder with red cheeks. He doesn’t know how Harry manages to make him feel like this, as though he’s falling in love over and over again, every day.
I love you more every day.
“I love you, too,” He says. Then, before he can think about it, “Take me with you.”
Harry’s smile is the most beautiful thing Draco’s ever seen.
“Are you sure, love?” He asks.
They find the perfect island three months later. It’s small, but Draco feels it when they arrive. It’s the place they’re meant to be. Harry’s crew devotes a few months to helping them build a house by the coast. The beaches are beautiful, the stars breathtaking.
It’s when they’re sitting together, Harry’s lips against his knuckles, that Draco realizes that he’d had it all wrong; his home wasn’t where he grew up, or where he met Harry. It’s wherever it is that they get to spend their futures together.
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