The Foul Serpent

The Foul Serpent cuts through the water with a speed unlike any other ship of its kind (probably due to the fact that no other ship of it’s kind is aided by magic). It is a vast ship with newly cleaned decks and dark sails. The captain, a tall, dashing man with flowing blonde hair, stands on the bow, watching the horizon intently. Behind him, his crew rushes about, adjusting sails and keeping the journey as smooth and on course as possible.

Most of the crew are afraid of their captain. They cower in his presence, awed and inspired by his power and confidence. He is known to be a cruel scallywag, unafraid of cutting down anyone who gets in his way.

Lucius, of course, loves this effect he has on people. It happens not only among the crew, but in ports and battles as well; though, to his dismay, battles have been scarce lately. The last one had been weeks ago, against a small ship called the Fine Badger.

The battle had been short, and the crew had given up easily. Unfortunately, only one of them was worth keeping on board, a proud wench by the name of Bones. The rest were terrified or delusional, and were cast aside at the nearest deserted island.

And now, Lucius is hungry for a good battle; so he stands watching, waiting, on the bow of his grand ship, searching for new sails on the horizon.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Bones hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in more than a day, and she lays wearily on the floor of the tiny room (which she suspects was a storage closet at some point), hoping for some sort of retribution. She’s given up on yelling, on pleading, on wishing. She has nothing left but her own, selfish pride; and even that’s been wearing thin the past few days.

It feels like years before the door opens. Bones scrambles to her feet, adjusts her bodice, and stands as tall as she can to face her captor.

He is a handsome, dark-skinned man, and he brings grog, a watered down mug of rum. She drinks it greedily, gratefully, while he watches with a different sort of thirst in his eyes.

Bones drops the mug to the floor and faces the man, watches his face as his eyes travel down her body. She’s suddenly very aware of her breasts pushed upwards by her corset, her pinched waist, her long legs beneath the flowing skirt.

She’s also very aware that the pirate’s shirt is open and his chest looks smooth and strong; that his body is thin and lithe, that there is a bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. She wraps her arms around herself in a self-conscious way, but she can’t deny the wet feeling between her legs.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Blaise’s bed isn’t comfortable or even clean, but it will do. All that matters is the lust between them. He removes Bones’ clothes quickly and kneels between her legs. He kisses her, lets their tongues mingle, before moving his kisses down her body. He nips at her neck, and swirls his tongue around her hard nipples. He kisses a trail down her stomach and licks gently at her clit, before plunging his tongue inside of her tight opening.

She arches into his touches, not sure if she likes this yet. It does feel good, but she feels taken advantage of, and she hates that. Bones had always imagined her first time would be bright and magical, nothing like this.

Blaise lifts his head, and positions himself comfortably before plunging into Bones. She moans in pain as he thrusts in and out. Her muscles aren’t used to being stretched like this.

When it’s over, she is shaking. Blaise gets dressed and leaves her alone in the bed.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Bella is topless, and pressing her body against Draco’s. His hands run along her body, feeling the soft curves of her flesh. He squeezes her breasts and shoves his tongue in her mouth. She finally kicks off her skirt, and he slides his hands between her legs.

Draco smiles as Bella bucks her hips against his hand. She moans softly, the sound tingling in the back of her throat. He pushes her back to the bed- to their captain’s bed- and straddles her. He presses his fingers inside of her, rubbing his palm against her, pressing the spots he knows will make her moan.

He wants so much to penetrate her, to come inside of her. Bella reaches up to grip Draco’s erection, hard and dripping with pre-come, but he swats her had away. He is hard already, and wants to save his release for later. They kiss and rub against each other, they moan and flush, but don’t come.

Finally, Bella pushes Draco away, and turns over so their positions are switched. She kisses him violently, with biting teeth, and pushes him up against the headboard. With a whispered spell, Draco finds himself bound to the bed, his arms spread and ropes twisted almost painfully around his wrists.

This is what he was waiting for.

Bella kisses him one last time before getting dressed.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The salty spray of the sea rocks the ship violently, but Lucius keeps his balance with ease. There will be a storm tonight, but he will be warm and content in his chambers. He’ll leave the crew to keep the ship on course.

“My Captain.” The voice is delicate and strong, confident in a way that pirate wenches have to be. Lucius turns to face the woman.

“Has the boy been prepared?” he asks.

“Yes,” Bella replies. Her eyes are hopeful. Maybe this will be the night when he finally… But no, Lucius doesn’t want her in that way. He only wants the boy.

“Good,” he replies, and brushes past her to enter his private chambers.

Bella knows what is happening, and hates it, because she wants the captain for her own. Every night he forces her to prepare the boy, it’s like salt on the wound. It’s rejection, again and again, made worse because he knows how much she wants him.

Lucius is hot and masculine. He emits confidence and power, and Bella desperately wants a piece of that. There is nothing she’s more attracted to than male power.

Yet, it’s not her that he wants.

So she does his bidding, bows politely, hopefully, and retreats to the women’s chambers to touch herself, to fantasize.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Bella thinks of Lucius as she rides her own fingers, rubs furiously against her own clit. She tries to imagine what he would feel like inside of her as orgasm washes through her. She arches her back and moans his name, unaware that someone is watching her.

Bella collapses on the bed and closes her eyes, catching her breath.

“It’s not very fulfilling, is it?” A soft voice asks.

Bella recognizes the voice as belonging to the young woman from Raven Isle. She had snuck aboard months ago and fallen in with the crew so easily, that no one ever questioned it. She is a strange girl, but a hard worker; and she never complains, despite the hard labor and hot sun.

And she is beautiful, with long, curled hair and large, inquisitive eyes. Many of the men want her, but something about her keeps them away. The way she looks at the crew members, it’s like she can see inside of them.

“No,” Bella responds after a long pause. She doesn’t open her eyes.

Then there are hands trailing delicately along her breasts. They move up to trace the curve of her neck, then tangle in her hair. The girl’s lips are on her’s, and Bella’s initial impulse is to resist.

But for what reason? Lucius doesn’t want her. She might as well enjoy someone.

Bella opens her mouth to taste the young woman, and soon they fall into the rhythms of sex. The girl is sweet in taste and demeanor, gentle and compassionate. Bella can tell she understands; and thanks her by moaning her name as she comes into her hand.

“Luna…”

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The boy is waiting for Lucius, naked and tied. His arms and legs are spread, displaying the firm, smooth body. He wears an expression that is somehow challenging and submissive at the same time. He knows what’s about to happen, and waits impatiently for the pleasure to begin.

“Take me, Father,” Draco says with a wicked grin.

Lucius approaches Draco, discarding his clothes as he walks. He climbs onto the bed and kisses his son, bites his bottom lip in affection.

Lucius moves suddenly downward, and bites playfully at Draco’s erection before taking the whole thing into his mouth. He presses his tongue against the underside of the boy’s penis and bobs his head slowly, eliciting moans of pleasure from his son that go straight to his groin. After a few minutes Draco’s body tenses, and Lucius pulls away. He doesn’t want the boy to come yet.

Draco moans at the sudden loss, and bucks his hips in need. Lucius pulls his knees back and drops lower, running his tongue along the ring of muscles surrounding his son’s hole. He presses forward, penetrating him, and Draco gasps in pleasure as the tongue presses against his prostate again and again.

Finally Lucius repositions himself and presses his own hardness into the boy.

Draco is beautiful, with soft hair and gray eyes so like Lucius’ own. He is perfection, and he will captain the ship after Lucius. He instills fear into the crew, but is submissive to the captain. He is a beautiful and faultless boy.

It isn’t long before Draco is coming, the creamy liquid spurting between their sweaty bodies. When Lucius is finished, he pulls out of the boy and licks the come from Draco’s body.

He couldn’t ask for a more perfect son.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Morning brings clear skies, despite the stormy night before. Lucius stays in bed too long, enjoying the warmth of the body next to him. His comfortable morning is interrupted, however, by a sharp knock on the door.

Lucius scowls and forces himself up. He stalks to the door and opens it violently.

“What?” he demands, voice laced with irritation.

A dirty bilge rat called Wormtail cowers before him, drops to his knees and bows his head in respect and fear.

“Captain, there is a ship approaching from the starboard side,” he says.

“What is the name of this ship?” he inquires.

“The Flying Griffin,” Wormtail reports obediently.

Lucius considers this news for a short time, and the corners of his lips curl into a smile.

“Very well,” he says, then slams the door shut.

Draco yawns and shifts in the bed. “I thought we scared off the Flying Griffin months ago, Father.”

“The captain and crew of the Flying Griffin are of the sort who don’t know when to give up,” Lucius says. “We’ll just have to destroy them this time.”


<<>> <<>> <<>>

Neville rushes down from the crows nest, stumbling as his feet hit the deck of the Flying Griffin.

“Captain!” he calls.

Harry turns away from his first mate to address the panicking boy.

“What is it, Neville?” he asks, concerned.

“The Foul Serpent! Straight ahead!” he gasps.

Harry nods. “Good.” He raises his voice to address his crew. “All hands on deck! Man the cannons! Ron, you’re in charge of firearms, Hermione, navigation, Neville, back up to the crow’s nest. Keep a close eye on the Foul Serpent and its captain. This time we will be victorious!”

The ship is a flurry of activity as the crew runs about, following their captain’s orders.

A pretty young wench rushes up to Harry. “Oh, please, captain! Why must you endanger us so?” she pleads. She is small, red-haired and freckled. She is dressed entirely impractically, like several of the women on board. They are decorated like cakes, Harry thinks, with their layers of lace and make-up.

“It is our job to protect the innocent, Miss Ginny,” Harry replies. “And that ship has been a menace to the high seas for too long now. Have you not heard of the disappearance of the Fine Badger and its crew?”

She clings to him, but he pushes her away.

“But Captain, there must be a better way!” she says, her brown eyes wide with dread.

“The only thing these dread pirates understand is battle,” Harry says solemnly.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The Flying Griffin is hit again and again. The ship takes course after course of severe beatings, and the damage the crew dishes out to the Foul Serpent doesn’t seem to come close to the damage they receive.

It’s unfortunate, Harry thinks, but necessary.

When it becomes apparent that the ship won’t support itself much longer, Captain Harry calls out, “Abandon ship! Women to the lifeboats, men to the Serpent to continue the battle!”

Angelina looks at him indignantly, then grabs a rope and swings over to the other ship. Harry decides to revise his orders.

“If you don’t wish to fight one-on-one, to the life boats! Everyone else, to the Serpent!”

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The fighting continues with hexes and curses. The pirates don’t seem to care who their hexes hit, and Harry doesn’t think it matters to them that the curses they choose are unforgivable. He begins to worry for his crew, but they seem to be holding up well enough.

Fred and George keep releasing dung bombs, and other items of their own creation, on the ship. The potions and spells leave the crew members of the Foul Serpent gagging, crying, violently ill, or immobilized completely.

Angelina, Katie, and Alicia team up, standing back to back. They protect each other while helping each other to strengthen their spells. Two scallywags attempt to take them down with sheer force, but the three girls are more powerful than Crabbe and Goyle expect.

Oliver and Charlie fly above everyone, clinging to their brooms and diving down to rescue fellow crewmates from curses.

Neville ducks behind a mast, sending hexes from a distance, nervously clinging to whatever little hopes he can find for survival. Soon Percy is doing the same.

Dean, Seamus, and Cormac fight with swords, getting too close to the enemy and taking risks that they somehow manage to turn into an advantage. Large men with skulls tattooed on their arms fall in pools of blood. The swords may be messy, but they are effective.

All of the crew members are fighting, dodging, holding on for their very lives.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

There is far too much green for Harry’s liking. The sails are dark green, the curses are bright green. Yet he pushes on, forcing his way through the crowd, looking for a particular pirate. He stumbles, fumbles with his wand, throws spells at the Serpent’s crew.

Finally, he spots him, standing on the top deck near the bow.

Draco, in a long green coat and feathered hat, very much like a captain’s outfit.

“Captain Potter,” he greets with a sneer. “What are you doing on my Father’s ship?

“Rescuing you,” Harry responds tentatively. Draco is acting strangely, not at all like he expected.

“Do I look like I need rescuing?” Draco challenges.

Harry pauses. He had thought Draco was almost a captive on this ship, but now he looks as if he owns it. Harry searches for words, and finally comes up with, “I thought you were in danger here…. What about that night on Raven Isle?”

“I just wanted a good fuck, you dolt. I was appealing to your sympathy.” Draco rolls his eyes and lifts his wand.

“So your father doesn’t actually-“

“Rape me on a nightly basis?” Draco finishes. “Oh, yes, he does; but I enjoy it.”

The way Draco sneers makes Harry feel sort of sick. He raises his wand, and both men cast spells. Harry doesn’t know if his hits Draco or not. All he knows is that suddenly he’s falling into a soft slumber.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Hermione searches the crowd for strawberry-colored hair.

“Ron! Where are you?” He voice is panicked because she knows several people are dead. She hopes Ron isn’t one of them.

Surely though, Captain Harry wouldn’t let his first mate be killed, right?

Where is Harry, anyway?

Hermione is thrown suddenly off her feet, and she lands hard on the deck. She turns over to face her attacker, fumbling for her wand. She realizes it has slid out of reach, and she scrambles toward it.

A spike-heeled boot stomps down on her dress, stopping her, and she looks up at a pug-nosed wench with shot black hair. She thinks she’s seen this girl before, but can’t quite place a name with the face.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Honey?” The girl’s voice is shrill. And her laugh makes Hermione cringe.

But she remembers that laugh. She remembers a night of mutual pain and rejection on Raven Isle. They had turned to each other for the love neither had been getting from the men in their lives.

“Pansy,” Hermione stated.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Blaise kisses Bones harshly, then takes her hand and runs toward an escape boat.

“Get as far away as you can,” he says, and hands her the oars.

Bones is amazed. She didn’t think he actually cared about her, but his actions now show otherwise. Before he can lower the boat, she jumps out.

“I want to help you,” she says with the confidence she had been so lacking the last few weeks.

Blaise looks concerned, so she draws up close to him and presses her lips to chocolate skin.

“I know how to battle,” she murmurs reassuringly. “My aunt was a pirate when she was young, though my family would never acknowledge it. She taught me all she knew.”

Blaise smiles wickedly. There is so much more to this girl than he initially thought. He nods his approval. Bones draws her wand and follows him into the battle with the crew of the Flying Griffin.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Raven Isle is a popular port for pirates. Rum is cheap and sex is easy. A few months earlier, both the Foul Serpent and the Flying Griffin had stopped there to restock their supplies and escape their problems.

And the whole time, Ron had been ignoring Hermione entirely. He was supposed to be her boyfriend, but he was more concerned with his rum, and he seemed to be developing an obsession with Harry. When she caught the two men snogging in a corner of the tavern, Hermione had stalked off to sulk on her own.

Pansy had been having an equally horrible night. After yet another rejection by Draco, she had taken to wandering aimlessly along the pier, chugging rum and cursing out her captain for taking the one man she loved away from her. (The fact that Draco had never actually been her’s to begin with was beside the point.)

The two girls had found each other, and in their drunken stupor managed to have some sort of sexual relation that both barely remember. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, anyway. What Hermione remembers most is that shrill laugh, and what Pansy remembers most is bushy hair that smelled like honey.

But that felt so long ago, and Hermione had moved on.

Hermione struggles. She slips out of her skirt so she is in only her top and bloomers, and scrambles to grab her wand. She casts the first spell that comes to mind, and Pansy falls petrified to the deck.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Harry wakes up in a room he doesn’t recognize, on a ship that isn’t his. He is in a comfortable bed with wine-colored sheets, and he doesn’t know why. The last thing he remembers is talking to Draco. Something about… lying…

He rubs his eyes, trying to force the drowsiness away. He should remember this, really!

Draco. And Lucius. Draco lied when they were together on Raven Isle, that was it! Damn it! Harry had risked too much, trying to get to Draco during the battle.

The battle… is it over? It’s dark, it must be night. What day? Where is Harry’s crew?

Harry begins to panic. He doesn’t know where he is, where his crew is, or if they’re even alive. Has he been captured?

Damn it!

He stumbles out of bed and rushes to the door. He pulls on it, but it’s locked.

Yes, he’s been captured, he’s sure of it now. But if that’s true, why would he be in such a nice room? It looks like a captain’s room. Like…

Before he could finish the horrible thought, the door opens to reveal Captain Lucius. Harry scrambles backwards, fumbling for his wand and realizing too quickly that he doesn’t have it.

Damn it!

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Bella is dead, but Luna doesn’t really mind. She’s not sentimental. She likes the feeling of sex, not the intimacy involved.

If Luna was an emotional girl, she wouldn’t have left Raven Isle to begin with. She wouldn’t have killed her mother or left her father. She wouldn’t have slept with the sheer number of people she has.

Luna knows that people view her as withdrawn and dreamy, and that’s the way she likes it. No one ever questions her or her motives.

She has no remorse when she kills the crew members of either ship. She has plans of her own.

Her only regret is that while at sea, she can’t get her favorite pie.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Lucius throws Harry onto the bed, ripping the clothes from the young captain’s body.

Well, that’s inaccurate. One needs a ship in order to be a captain.

Lucius casts a binding spell, and Harry is tied to the bed. He struggles, but wandless, the spell is too strong for him to break.

Lucius sits back to admire the body before him, young and strong. He conjures up some tea for himself, and asks, “Haven’t you learned yet, Potter? I am stronger than you, and my crew is stronger than yours. Stop being so noble and good. You’re not helping anyone by attacking us repeatedly, you’re only making a fool of yourself.”

“You are a vile captain, and I will rid the seas of your kind of pirate!” Harry threatens.

“Oh, and you are in such a state to do that,” Lucius mocks.

Harry struggles some more as Lucius removes his own clothes. He stands naked before Harry, still holding his belt.

“I’m going to break you, Potter,” he says, and removes the binding spell. “Turn over.”

When Harry sits up and refuses, Lucius swings the belt. He likes the noise it makes as the leather hits Harry’s arm.

Harry turns involuntarily, holding his arm in pain. Lucius grabs him and forces him onto his hands and knees. He hits Harry again, and red marks appear on his back. After a few more whips, Harry is shaking, and Lucius discards the belt. His hands run along the welts, then down to Harry’s buttocks. He spreads the cheeks and forces his thumbs inside the tight hole.

Harry cries out profanities at the penetration, and struggles as Lucius stretches and prepares him. Finally, Lucius pulls away and replaces his fingers with his hard cock. As he pumps in and out of the (former) captain, he hits him again and again, sharp slaps across the butt and back with fingers spread.

He loves hearing the cries of pain and protest from his captive.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Once Lucius leaves, Draco finds Harry hurt and trying not to cry. He smirks at the pathetic state of the former captain, but finds that he actually pities Harry a bit. The smirk falls from his face and he lays next to Harry in the bed.

“What did he do to you?” Draco whispers.

Harry says nothing, but turns over so Draco can see the welts on his back and the dried blood that has trickled down his thighs. Draco suddenly feels bad for him, which really, is an entirely foreign feeling for him.

But they had been lovers, after all.

Draco pulls Harry into a hug that he hopes is comforting, and Harry tenses. After a while, they both relax, and Harry even manages to fall into a fitful sleep.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The first time Harry and Draco had met, Harry was living on Raven Isle. He had run away from an Aunt and Uncle who hated him, and had somehow found his way there. He was intrigued by the world of pirates, but appalled at the way they treated other people. The plundering he could deal with; the marooning and treachery he couldn’t.

When the Foul Serpent pulled into port, he had been amazed. It was the biggest ship with the largest crew he had seen yet. And when Draco walked past him, he had been immediately struck by the boy’s beauty.

Draco had told him all about pirating, about all of the adventures. Harry had said he wanted his own ship and crew one day.

They were young then, only fifteen.

Years passed, and every time the Foul Serpent pulled into port, Harry and Draco grew closer. Draco began to make up stories, because Harry didn’t like to think of him as tormenting innocent people. He said he didn’t have a choice, it was expected of him. They’d kill him if they didn’t.

Harry believed all of it.

On Harry’s seventeenth birthday, they discovered the wonders of rum. They got wildly drunk and had sex for the first time. Harry asked if Draco had done this before, and when the answer was positive, Harry looked at him questioningly.

Draco told Harry that his father routinely raped him. He tried to act tough, but when Harry kissed him, he dissolved into something more affectionate than he ever thought he could be.

It wasn’t long after that Harry acquired a ship and began to build up a crew. He made it his personal mission to stop Lucius and ‘rescue’ Draco, and Draco never stopped him.

Now he is wondering why.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Draco doesn’t realize he has fallen asleep until Harry is shaking him awake.

“Lucius is drunk and below deck,” he whispers. “I’m going to escape. Is my crew being held captive too? Or are they all…” He couldn’t bring himself to say dead.

Draco hesitates. “The ones who are left are being held. I can take you to them.”

Harry smiles appreciatively, and kisses Draco. Draco doesn’t return the sentiment, just turns and slips quietly out of the room, motioning for Harry to follow.

The cages are damp and cold, and the crew looks miserable. Oliver is holding Katie, and Angelina huddles in a corner with them. Fred and George sit back to back, observing. Tonks paces irritably back and forth in the tiny cell. Charlie leans against a wall staring into space, Hermione and Demelza are sobbing, and Jack and Seamus are attempting to comfort them. Neville looks unconscious on the floor.

Harry rushes up to them, and they look up in various states of relief and frustration.

“Where have you been?” Tonks demands.

Harry looks at the floor and doesn’t answer. Draco pushes him aside and casts a series of spells that unlocks the cage.

The twins support Neville, and the twelve remaining crew members shuffle out, sending weary, untrusting glances toward Draco.

“We can trust him, for now,” Harry says. They nod, because in such a hopeless situation, there’s nothing left for them to do, no reason for them to not follow their captain.

Draco leads them to the life boats and they lower two of them, all the while keeping their eyes and ears open for trouble. Their wands have been broken and discarded, so they are neatly defenseless.

Once they are all safely in the boats, Harry turns to Draco. “Won’t you come?”

“No. One act of compassion doesn’t change anything. Just get out of my sight,” Draco sneers.

Harry kisses Draco sweetly on the lips, but Draco pushes him away again.

“Next time we meet in battle, I won’t go easy on you, Potter,” he says. “We’re still enemies.”

Harry nods his understanding, then climbs into one of the boats with his remaining crew.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

It’s cold in Blaise’s quarters, and Bones is hurt. Blaise takes care of her as best he can, dressing her wounds and offering affection. They huddle together against the night’s chill. Bones is crying, and Blaise is trying to stay strong for her, though as she becomes weaker, this becomes more and more difficult.

Blaise laments that he should have forced her to go. She could be dying, and it’s his fault, because he’s the reason she wanted to stay and fight in the battle.

But there’s nothing to be done now but to care for her, and to wait.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Lucius is passed-out-drunk all night and hung over the whole next day. It’s not until the following night that he comes to Draco for sex again.

Now that Bella is dead, Lucius chooses Luna to tie and prepare his son for him. He deserves a bit of fun after the battle the previous day. He considers it his dessert.

As Luna kisses Draco, she whispers plots to overthrow Lucius as captain against his lips. As she ties his wrists, she recites the lines that will counter the binding spell, so Draco has control of the situation. As she strokes his cock, she reminds him that he could be a great captain, if only his father would give him the chance.

Draco begins to think that she is right, and orders the crew to alter the ship’s course once his father is in his bedchamber. He puts Luna in charge, and hopes the crew will listen to her.

She’s a very persuasive woman, he imagines most of them will; and they all know to never interrupt Lucius when he is forcing sex on his son.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Luna has a way of giving orders without it seeming like she is. She suggests that they will have more successful and profitable adventures if the ship sails due south instead of south-east like it has been. She suggests that her orders come directly from Lucius himself, and the confident look in her normally dreamy eyes persuades the crew to believe her.

They pull the ropes, alter the sails. They catch the wind, pushing the ship in a different direction.

Luna takes her place behind the wheel, and helps steer the ship to a new fate.

The crew doesn’t question her.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

Lucius pleasures Draco, stroking him in time with his own thrusting. Draco tries not to give in to the ecstasy of it all, tries to remember the words Luna told him, but the pleasure is chipping away at his resistance. He isn’t able to remember it all until after both men orgasm, after Lucius finally collapses on the bed beside his son, and falls asleep.

Draco tugs on the ropes, whispering the words Luna told him. The spell breaks, and Draco lowers his arms gratefully. He slips out of bed and grabs his wand. Before Lucius can even wake up to defend himself, he is stupefied and petrified.

In the morning, an island comes into view. It is small and appears deserted. Luna suggests to Draco that they should leave his father there, and Draco thinks that is a good idea.

<<>> <<>> <<>>

The Foul Serpent is sailing away from the tiny island by the time the spells on Lucius wear off. He wakes to blinding sunlight and an expanse of sand. It takes him a moment before is realizes that he has been marooned, tossed off of his own ship. He curses the crew, his son, and his fate, screaming profanities until his voice is hoarse.