Hogwarts – A pirates tale

chapter 1

She woke up next to him. On the outside they both were heated enemies, on the inside, however, they both had a deep infatuation for the other. She turned in the bed and her arm strafed over his body. This act brought him out of his sleep and they both opened their eyes. When their vision cleared they both fell out of the bed in complete surprise.

"Did we... I mean did you and I?" She asked shocked that she'd even be in the same bed as him.

"I hope not Granger, Imagine, a pure blood sleeping with a mud blood." He spat.

"How very subtle Malfoy, I'd never sleep with a ferret." She shot back.

She surveyed her surroundings. They were in, what she observed, an old rustic cabin. Everything she somehow knew to be ancient but yet still looked brand new. Aside from the large bed, which she apparently slept with him in – which she still couldn't believe, there was a table and navigational equipment.

"Granger!" Malfoy's voice trembled.

"Malfoy, if I've told you once I..." She turned toward him but trailed off when she noticed the huge glass window behind the lavish bed and the sea, which went on for miles.

"I don't think we are in Hogwarts anymore."

For once she agreed with him, as strange as that may sound, they were not in Hogwarts. She tried to rack her brain on what happened; why was she in bed with her enemy, how did they get there. Then at the same time, it seemed, both realized one important fact that managed to allude them... one important fact that they should have caught onto right away. They both weren't wearing any cloths.

They froze on the spot, not taking their eyes off each other.

"You know Granger, for a mud blood you look good in the flesh."

She blushed and got a cover off the bed to cover up with, however Draco didn't. He knew she was embarrassed and he was enjoying making her fluster. Hermione looked around to see if she could spot her cloths What luck she thought. They're right by the bed.

Hermione picked up her cloths, or what she thought was her cloths. She noticed they were old fashioned, like something out of a pirate movie, then it hit her, the cloths, the window, the navigational equipment, and the sea.

"Draco get dressed. I think we may be on a pirate ship."

"A pirate ship?" He said while picking up his cloths, "Hermione have you lost your mind." For the first time they both used each others first names, this again froze both of them on the spot.

They both got dressed and proceeded out of the room, through the door, and up to the main deck of the ship.

"Captain on deck!" A familiar voice called. Everyone stood at attention.

"Captain Malfoy, we are ready to make way on your orders."

"Potter?" Malfoy looked puzzled.

"Yes sir, first mate sir!" Harry said standing up straight. This got Draco even more confused than he already was.

"What's with this first mate business," Draco spat. "You just called me Captain."

Harry looked at him for a moment and laughed, "Sir is trying to trick me?"

"I don't think I'm joking, now tell me why you just called me captain."

"But sir?" Harry looked at him. "You may be married to the captain but you're still first mate."

"MARRIED!?" Both Hermione and Draco yelled in unison.

"Harry," Hermione went over to him. "How could I be married to Malfoy, we hate each others guts, don't you remember, and so do you."

"I don't hate Madam or Sir's guts at all," Chimed Harry. "I've happily served aboard the Specter with both of you for years."

Both of them were puzzled even farther by this, how could they have gotten married at all, they both couldn't even stand residing in the same room together much less sharing a bed.

"Excuse us," Hermione said to the entire crew. "Harry... Make way," she began and grabbed Draco's shirt collar. "We'll be right back."

"This isn't right," she said as they both entered 'their' room.

"Oh I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this," Draco said as the realization of the situation hit him.

"What we need to... Malfoy are you listening to me?"

He wasn't listening. The calm, cool, collected person that he was betrayed him. She knew he was thinking, but she knew it wasn't anywhere near the thoughts she wanted him to think.

This mind whirled, somehow he'd gone from the constant grip of his father – which he hated with every once of his body, to married to a mudblood he had a secret infatuation with – never mind the fact that she was somehow a captain. Best of all he was now able to order his enemy around, and he so loathed Potter. At that moment he felt life was good, although outwardly he'd have to keep his barrier up with Hermione.

A tug on his ear brought him out of his train of thought.

"Sheesh, what was that for?" he scoffed rubbing his earlobe.

"We need to figure out how we got here," she snapped.

"Why," he said with a hint of disdain in his voice. "Why would I want to, why would I want to leave this? I quite like it here, aside from the fact I have a mudblood for a wife." he paused in thought for a second. "Do you think they have divorces In this place."

"Look, I don't like this any more than you do Malfoy," she spat. "But I don't want to stay here, everything Is completely wrong."

Hermione began frantically looking around the room, checking under the bed, on the table, by the window, all to no avail. She repeated this routine several times hoping that each time would bring a different result – sadly she was met with the same one every time. This sparked Draco's curiosity, he watched her fail in whatever she was doing every time then he just had to ask.

"What the hell are you looking for?"

She shot a glare at him that could kill but simply went back to searching, "My wand."

The realization hit him again this morning, how could he have completely forgotten about his wand? He checked his usual hiding spot. He usually hid it on a carrying case he had wrapped around his forearm, but it wasn't there. Now he was freaking out, but as quickly as that emotion happened it faded away.

"Granger," he sighed. "Somehow I don't think we'll be finding our wands anytime soon." He lifted up his shirt sleeve to reveal his hiding spot which was empty.

This fact alone bothered both of them. For almost seven years they had been use to the idea that magic was always at the flick of a wrist.. but no more. They were forced into mugglehood, they were forced to do things the hard way, they were forced to work. Although Draco liked the fact that he was in a place his father couldn't touch him, at least he hoped, what he didn't like was the fact that he was now considered muggle. He sneered at this, which Hermione caught and taunted him on.

"Whats the matter, little ferret a muggle now," she cooed.

"Don't you 'little ferret' me filthy mudblood," he shot back.

"You really need to get a new vocabulary," she said in a bored voice. "We could do this all day, but right now I think it'd be best if we just said screw it and find out as much as we can about this place."

"Fine, have it your way."

They both stepped back out onto the main deck.

"Captain on deck!" came the voice again. This time she recognized who said it.

"Colin, this isn't a naval vessel, you don't have to announce every time I show up."

She surveyed the main deck for the first time, since the last one was so brief. She noticed that the ship was solid black. No wonder why its called the Specter she thought. Everything look new but worn at the same time; the sails, the shrouds, the masts, all had not a scratch on them yet looked old.

Draco went right up to the Helm of the ship, he grabbed a hold of one of the jutting knobs and smiled to himself. Shiver me timbers he thought. He was also quick to note, now the he had a higher ground than Hermione that the ship was full of a mixture of houses.

"First mate Malfoy," Hermione yelled up to him calmly, "set sail for Hogwarts."

Draco sighed but knew he had to keep appearances, "Aye captain."