Author's Note: I'M ALIVE. Sorry I haven't updated with anything new in like 2 years. Writer's block and work. Though those are my reasons I have no excuse for such a long absence. And for that I apologize. I hope you enjoy this story. I wrote this first chapter after getting this idea stuck into my head about mermaids and Dramione. So I put two and two together. Hopefully this will get my creative juices flowing again and I can go back to Princess of Avalon and Beauty, Beast: the Enchantment. So please enjoy this new story. Remember reviews would be lovely. And I don't own any characters from Harry Potter. JK Rowling and Warner Brothers do.
Chapter 1: If They Did Not Meet
My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea.
My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
She took to killing men far more easily than her cousins the Silkies. Where as the Silkies were gentle in nature only provoked when done wrong by their male lovers. She on the other hand had no such qualms. She needn't love for it was foolish. The only things she needed were human men to feast upon and the oceans in which she lived. She was a beauty and as such used it to her advantage when getting dinner.
Smart, cunning and deadly this mermaid weeped no tears of sorrow as she lured sailors and pirates to their deaths. Her songs enchanted men and it was then that she would drown them in the cold waters of her ocean home or watch as they flailed helpless in the water before they went under for good. That was how life went for her. Playing in the oceans and killing men for her meals. She knew nothing else.
However, that was all about to change. She had been following at ship en route to England from the Americas for some time now. She was just bidding her time until she could entice a man to come join her in the water. She'd wait for the fog to roll in as the sun set as it gave her a more mysterious allure than just plain old daylight. This ship was a day away from land, two at the most, and she was growing impatient waiting for any type fog to roll in to help her in catching her meal.
She poked her head above the waters to start singing to one of the men on board when a crash of thunder and a flash of lightening struck. A sudden storm came out of the nowhere. The peaceful evening was soon turning into a hellish night. The storm rocked the ship this way and that listing to either side making getting into a longbow dangerous. The mermaid clapped her hands as she waited. The storm was doing her job for her. She'd have a free meal tonight thanks to this storm.
The sea was a harsh mistress. And sudden storms like these were hellish in nature bent on driving everything down to a watery grave. The ship that had been carried so many people had sunk leaving the longboat and some pieces of driftwood as a testimony to it's having been above the water. Hermione noticed a man flailing in the water, trying to keep his head above the liquid as the storm raged on. It seemed that he was trying to grab a piece of driftwood to save himself from certain death.
She watched as he was plunged into the waters once more. It was then that she noticed how handsome he was. His skin was as pale as sea foam, his hair blond as the sunlight. He was broadshouldered and lean but yet did not look like a sailor to her for he bore not a tan nor anything that would convince her otherwise. She swam to him, grabbing him under his arms. She knew not what made her act thusly. But whatever it was she knew that he couldn't stay under the water unless he wanted to die. She drug herself and him up to the surface and began fighting the waves so that they both could stay above the waves as she swam towards shore.
A grueling several hours later Hermione was laying on the beach next to this man. The sun was just beginning to rise as it was now morning. She had swam all night just to get him to land. The storm had lasted until the wee morning hours. But still that did not stop her from getting him this far. She took a breathe as she laid there panting and regaining some strength from the night long journey. Her pale skin started to shine from the water droplets and her dark hair would soon take on a frizzy appearance if left to dry due to the salt.
She groaned as she moved to check on the man. She placed an ear to his chest and listened for a heartbeat. When she found one and felt his chest rise and fall she knew he was going to be all right. It wouldn't be long until the humans found him. And she needed to be out of sight lest she be killed. So she kissed his forehead and moved to go to the sea. The last thing to hit the water was her tail: a shimmering reddish gold scaled fish tail.