Chapter 1: Captain Draco Malfoy

15th April

Aboard the 'Philippine' Ship

"It's okay… Relax. M-my name is Hermione Granger."

The boy, heaving and coughing, finally leant back before his brilliant emerald green eyes met his companions' brown ones and he opened his pale pink lips to gasp: "H-Harry Potter."

Hermione Granger smiled assuringly at him, slowly sliding her hand back to squeeze his gently. "I'm watching over you Harry."

He nodded bluntly in gratitude before his shoulders slumped as he allowed his eyes to close, falling asleep instantly.

She bit her lip before pushing aside his fringe again, delicately placing her finger along the lightning-shaped bolt scar. She gave a little gasp before moving to remove the stick from his pocket. Surely it couldn't be a wand. Surely he could not be a wizard-

"Has he said anything?"

Hermione jumped, swinging around and releasing her hand so his fringe fell back in place, effectively covering the scar as she faced a tall, serious looking man, the wand hidden behind her back.

"His name is Harry Potter. That's all I found out." She lied smoothly, wringing her hands behind her back nervously, hoping no one saw what she was holding.

The man nodded at her before turning to the guards on his left. "Take him back down."

The guards nodded before picking Harry up and carrying him. Another tall man stepped forward, looking kindly down at his daughter.

"Hermione, I want you to watch over the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him?"

She nodded obediently and he smiled at her, watching as she followed the guards. When she vanished from his sight, his smile slowly but surely turned into a frown.


Eight years later

19th May: 8:00 am

She peered into her reflection, the wand tightly grasped in her hand. Raising it, she allowed her fingers to brush over the wand gently, her eyes widening when the tip of it let off colored sparks.

"Hermione? Hermione?"

Hermione turned sharply, her mouth falling open a little in shock. She swiftly flung herself towards the bed to grab her robe as the knocking on her oak door continued, thrusting her arms into the robe before quickly knotting the thin belt.

"Hermione? Are you alright-

"-Y-Yes!" She turned around to grab the wand that lay on her dressing table, poking it down beneath her slip so it sat snugly between her breasts and the waistband of her undergarments. "Yes!"

The door opened and her father, Governor Granger, entered with a cheerful smile. "Still at bed at this hour?"

Two maids swiftly pulled back the curtains, allowing the harsh sunlight to stream through and hit Hermione's face. She wrinkled her nose a little but smiled anyhow, wanting them to leave as soon as possible so she could hide her wand properly.

"I have a gift for you," Her father told her pleasantly. Hermione forced on a smile but it sooned turned genuine when the maids revealed the contents: inside lay a beautiful cream gown, with intricate, delicately woven patterns on its front. She gasped in delight and took it from its box, gazing at it as if entranced. She turned her head a little at her father's chuckle and raised an eyebrow.

"May I enquire as to the occasion?" She asked with a smirk, to which he dismissed.

"Does a man need a reason to dote upon his daughter?"

She knew it was a falsehood, but her smile only widened, choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt. The maids followed her as she walked behind her dressing screen. Removing her gown, she was left in only her slip and underwear. Glancing down, she almost let out a sigh of relief when the wand was barely visible.

"I was rather hoping you could wear the gown to Captain Weasley's promotion."

She rolled her eyes, sticking out her head from the screen to raise an eyebrow at him. "I knew it." She sighed knowingly.

"Commandeer Weasley," He corrected himself with a bright smile as he wandered around the room, examining little trinkets. "How nice that sounds."

"Miss," One maid held a corset against her chest before moving to weave it in as Hermione stood straight, tightening it in the process. Hermione let out a gasp, her hand automatically moving to her chest as the tightening continued, immediately finding it hard to breathe.

"Hermione?" Her father called with concern as he heard her gasp. "How's it coming?"

"It's…Difficult to say…"

"I was told it was the latest fashion in London."

"Well women in London-" She cut off with another gasp, squeezing her eyes shut. "-Must of learnt not to breathe."


8:45 am

"Oh Hermione. You look absolutely stunning."

Hermione stopped on a stair as she saw who was standing near her father, letting out a gasp of both surprise and happiness.

"Harry!" She cried, rushing down the stairs and choosing to ignore her father's exasperated sighs at her lack of grace. She immediately took Harry's hand and squeezed it gently, smiling at him. "I had a dream about you last night."

"Hermione…" Her father intervened with a nervous laugh. "That is hardly appropriate."

Harry blinked several times, but nevertheless squeezed her hand back, matching her smile with one of his own shy ones. "About me?" He enquired curiously, eager to find out more.

"About the day we met, don't you remember?" Hermione pressed on with a beautiful twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"Of course I remember Miss Granger." He replied courteously, trying to control the stretch of his smile. His dimples rose in pleasure, his tooth biting into his bottom lip gently.

"Harry, how many times must I ask you to call me Hermione?"

"At least once more Miss Granger," Harry bowed his head a little. "As always."

"There, see." Govenor Granger interrupted with a pleasant tone, but a purposeful look towards Elizabeth. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now we really must get going…"

Harry turned his head to meet Hermione's now expressionless gaze, feeling his cheeks colour a little. She curtsied to him before nodding briefly.

"Good day, Mr Potter." She bade him civilly before leaving with her father. He couldn't help but follow her out of the manor, watching as she was helped into the carriage. His heart leapt when he noticed she was looking right back at him.

"Good day… Hermione." Her first name caused a shiver of delight to fall from his lips as he smiled to himself.


11:00 am

"May I have a moment?"

Hermione was about to refuse, but saw the warning look her father sent her. Nodding meekly, she reluctantly accepted Commandeer Weasley's proposal with a tight smile, following him to a more secluded area outside of the crowd, her hand lightly on the rough material of his sleeve.

She bit her lip and fiddled with her hands when he moved a little away from her, not quite knowing what to do. Instead she turned back to examine the man beside her quickly. He was a handsome man, with beautiful auburn hair she rarely saw due to the regulation white wig that he wore. His facial expression was pleasant, his lips thin and succulent, and his character pleasing.

But he wasn't… exciting.

Turning away again, she gave a little sigh as she gazed out at the endless amount of beautiful shimmering deep blue sea before her, feeling herself drift away from what he had started to say to her, thinking instead how lovely it would be to be able to fly over the sea, to swoop down and charm the waves to follow her, to-

"-This… promotion, throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved. A marriage to a fine woman." He turned to her nervously, his plump cheeks now a light pink. "You have become a fine woman, Hermione."

She was feeling claustrophic. Whether it was her tight corset dress, the unbereable heat or the fact that she was trapped with him whilst he was clearly about to propose that had caused her to feel choked she had no idea. It was probably all of those factors, she told herself as she fanned herself with her hand, trying to take deep calming breaths.

"I can't breathe," She choked out as he turned his back to her.

"Y-yes… I'm a bit nervous myself…"

A few moments of silence passed before Ronald Weasley forced himself to turn around and face her again, despite his anxiety. He immediately frowned when he saw she wasn't there. Had she run? "Hermione?"

He heard a loud splash from below him. Stepping forwards to the edge of the cliff, he looked down, watching as the last remains of her dress could be seen. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"Hermione!" He yelled.


11:10 am

The man sighed as he raised an eyebrow at the pair of military men before him.

"Gentlemen, I can assure you-

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence as he heard a loud splash from the side of him, looking to see that a woman had hit the water, sinking rapidly through it. He turned back to the military men, expecting them to jump and help her, but they only blinked back at him.

"Will you be saving her then?" He asked, pointing towards the water.

"I can't swim!" One of them claimed nervously whilst his partner nodded. The man sighed before removing his cloak.

"Some King's men you are," He rolled his eyes before throwing a bunch of items into their hands. "Do not lose those."

He leaped onto the edge of the ship before smoothly diving in.


11:18 am

His eyes narrowed as he moved aside her long, chestnut brown wet hair, noticing a blunt end of a wooden stick poking out between the valley of the lady's breasts. He pulled it out slowly, his eyes widening before he snapped his gaze to meet her darkened eyes. He drunk her in; she truly was exquisite with her clear skin and pretty features.

"Where did you get this?" He asked her in a low tone. Her deep pink lips opened but were set in a thin line again as he felt something hard press into the back of his head.

"On your feet." Commandeer Weasley's voice came from behind him.

The man let out another sigh, but obliged him, dropping the stick and slowly rising from his knees and stepping away from the woman on the floor. He turned, but not before noticing she had tucked the wand back in her vest and wrapped her father's coat around her. Pursing his lips, he looked at Commandeer Weasley.

"Hello." He said charmingly, but the gun returned- only now it pointed at the front of his head.

"Commandeer, no!" Hermione cried as she rushed forward, stepping between the two men. "This man saved my life-

"-Well, we'll need his name first." Ron narrowed his eyes and Hermione stepped away a little, all eyes now back upon the strange man.

He coughed before shuffling his feet. "I'm… Percy. A simple tradesman, really, got nothing-

Ron had not wasted his time. Yanking on the man's wrist, he tugged him forward, moving his hand to delve it into the man's trouser pockets and pulling out a thin wand. Everyone but the strange man gasped: some even murmuring prayers to themselves for protection.

"Really, Percy?" Ron raised an eyebrow delicately, twirling the wand between his fingers. "A tradesman? Then how did you come to gain this wand?"

"I found it." The man replied in a lazy drawl, clearly not affected whatsoever. "Really, as if it'd be-

"-Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered.

All heads turned towards her, causing her to blush a little. "He… um, was in a book I was reading. I only-

"-He looks an awful lot like his portrait!" One militant member called shakily, his fat finger pointing in the air.

"-Thanks love," Malfoy shot at Hermione sarcastically, pleased when her blush deepened. He sighed and flicked his shockingly white blonde hair out of his silvery grey eyes, turning towards Ron again. "Look, mate, I saved your lass, now if I can just have my wand back and I'll be on my way-

"-Do you happen to know the fate of any who practise black magic, Mr Malfoy?" Ron interrupted loudly, pocketing the wand.

"-Captain."

"Excuse me?" Ron was now frowning. Malfoy let out a heavy sigh.

"It's Captain Draco Malfoy."

"These are his Sir," One of the militant to whom Malfoy had given his belongings to stepped forward, his arms out. Ron, his eyes still upon Malfoy, moved to examine the objects, snorting at each one.

"Why, these objects are all broken or useless…" He threw the last down, turning back to Malfoy. "You are without doubt the worst wizard I've ever heard of."

Malfoy nodded, but raised his fingers. "But," A smirk started to rise on his lips. "You have heard of me."

Ron's eyes narrowed before he growled a little, moving to snatch at Malfoy's front and drag him towards him, locking his hands in a pair of handcuffs.

"Wizards," He released him with satisfaction when he heard the click of the lock in the handcuffs. "Get hung, Malfoy." He nodded at a couple of guards. "Take him."

"No!" Hermione protested, following Ron as he turned and started walking away. "Commandeer, I really must protest-

"-Good lass," Malfoy chipped in, winking at her when she turned to him. She rolled her eyes before continuing to follow the Commandeer, but Governor Weasley stopped her.

"Hermione, do not get yourself involved. This man is a wizard."

"Wizard or not, that man saved my life!" She rounded on her father, now moving to step in front of Malfoy in protest.

"One good deed is not enough to free a man from a life of wickedness," Ron informed her, now turning away-

"Hermione!"

He swung around again at the panicked voice of Governor Grangers, and immediately felt his heart sink. Hermione was trapped behind the pair of handcuffs on Malfoy, his chin resting on her shoulder as he smirked at them pleasantly.

"Don't shoot!" Ron yelled, trying to move forwards, but stopping when Hermione winced as Malfoy's grasp tightened.

"I knew you'd warm up to me," Malfoy's warm breath caressed Hermione's voice as he murmured to her silkily, causing her to shiver a little. "Commandeer Weasley, my belongings. Along with my wand." He added with a small smirk before brushing his lips over Hermione's soft cheek. "Now Hermione- it is Hermione isn't it?"

"It's Miss Granger," Hermione spat as she struggled against him, trying to move away, only to have him tighten his grip. Ron reluctantly stepped forwards to throw Malfoy's belongings into her arms.

"Miss Granger, if you'd be so very kind…" He forced her to swivel so she faced him, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "My belongings."

She glared at him and reluctantly moved to obey him, her arms wrapping around his broad frame to drape his robes over his shoulders. His lips moved along her naked shoulder- her dress having been ripped off before in order to allow her to breathe- and she wriggled in disgust.

"Come on, darling," He nipped at her lobe. "Allow a man a bit of fun, eh?"

"You disgust me." She snarled at him when she finally finished restoring all of his belongings in the right places, moving back to glare up at him. He only smiled at her before moving to brush his lips against hers.

"Sticks and stones love. I save your life, you save mine: We're square."

With one firm push, she felt herself stumble into the arms of Ron before Malfoy winked at her and, turning on his feet, vanished into the air.


8:00 pm

"We caught him," Governor Granger claimed as he walked into the dining room, seating himself at the head of the table, beside Hermione. At her curious look, he added: "Draco Malfoy. He couldn't apparate like he thought he could, he was injured-

"-That makes a difference?" Hermione interrupted, frowning a little. She had certainly never read information like that before.

"Well of course, dear. He didn't think straight: didn't choose a proper location to apparate to. He ended up re-bounding to the other side of the port and happened to run into the Blacksmith-

"-Oh goodness," Hermione breathed, putting down her fork and watching as he sipped some wine. "Where Harry- I mean-Mr Potter works? Is he alright?"

"Fine, fine. His master caught Malfoy for us. But do stop interrupting me dear. Now, we need to talk of the Commandeer."

"What of him?" Hermione asked cautiously, immediately losing her appetite. She picked up her glass of water and sipped at it a little, dreading where this conversation was going.

"His proposal."

"He told you?"

"Darling, he asked my permission of course. A very fine match, very fine. I understand you couldn't give him your answer due to the events of today but I want you to think seriously of this Hermione." Now he met her eyes properly with a stern look on his face. "This match would bring great happiness for all."

"Perhaps not for myself." Hermione shot back with a sigh.

"Oh Hermione," He reached over to pat her hand a little awkwardly. "Love is all very well, but that can go. You will grow fond of each other, learn to love one another-

"-Like you and mother?"

"What did I tell you about interrupting?" He said with a sigh, before wiping his mouth with a napkin and standing up. "Just think of what I have said. Goodnight. I shall be seeing the Commandeer now."

"...Goodnight, father."


9:00pm

"-I meant you being captured by that wizard! Sounds terrifying!"

Hermione colored at her mistake, clearing her throat and choosing to nod briefly. "Er- yes, it was terrifying." She lied, her thoughts still on Ron's proposal.

"That Harry Potter. He's a fine man too."

Hermione's head snapped up as she raised an eyebrow at her maid. She certainly did not want any rumors circulating on such a falsehood. She almost wanted to laugh at the suggestion. "That is too bold. Mr Potter and I are simply friends, Harriet."

"Aw, well, beggin' your pardon Miss. It's not my place to say." Her maid curtsied before departing, leaving Hermione alone to ponder over her own confused thoughts.


9:30pm

"We're bein' attacked!"

Hermione shot up from her bed, leaping wildly from it to wrench the door open and hurry out into the dim-lit hallway. Several maids came scurrying towards her and she seized their hands, her eyes wide with alert.

"What's happening?" She pressed at them urgently, squeezing their hands a little. "What is it? Who-

"-Miss miss, wizards! Wizards are 'ere! We 'ave nothin' against 'em! Miss 'ou have to 'ide-

"-What? What do you mean I have to hide Grace? Why do I need to hide?"

Grace met her eyes. "You're the governor's daughter." She stated simply.


9:55 pm

Run, Hermione, just keep running.

With a loud gasp she threw open the door, wrenching it open before sprinting it. Spinning around, she tried desperately to find somewhere, anywhere to hide.

The cupboard.

Making to move forwards, she stopped herself before looking over at the window and running to it, forcing it open before stalking back to the cupboard. With a suppressed, fearful sob, she pulled it open and climbed inside, her heart thudding wildly against her ribs.

"We know you're 'ere, poppet..."

She clasped a hand over her mouth to stop her loud, harsh breaths from being heard, trying to calm herself down.

"That wand you 'ave meant an awful lot to us, poppet..."

Her hand slowly fell back down to grasp the end of her wand, pulling it out gently. The sparks flickered off of the wand, crackling softly in the air. She squeezed her eyes tightly, hoping they hadn't heard.

"Very valuable, very valuable indeed..."

She felt herself to take a deep breath before opening her eyes, only gasping in shock as she saw a brilliant, bright blue eye in the crack between the cupboard doors.

The man's breath hissed through the gap, brushing against her chest.

"'Ello, poppet."


A/N: This is based on the Pirates of the Caribbean film sequence, with the following characters from the Harry Potter series to take the Caribbean film roles:

Jack Sparrow- Draco Malfoy

Elizabeth Swann- Hermione Granger

Will Turner- Harry Potter

Captain Hector Barbossa- Snape

Joshamee Gibbs- Blaise Zabini

James Norrington- Ronald Weasley

Governor Weatherby Swann- Paul Granger

Pintel and Ragetti- Crabbe and Goyle

Davy Jones- Voldemort

(Lord) Cutler Beckett- Lucius Malfoy

Tia Dalma- Luna Lovegood

Bootstrap Bill- James Potter

Zoe Sandela- Ginny

Minor characters may switch, but I think I like my options. As you can see, the characters range over the three different films, with more characters still available to be made as there are a lot of the Harry Potter characters that are not on the list.

I want to make a few things clear:

-Even though in the original P of the C films, Elizabeth and Will are an item, I am not opting for that. I want to take the Draco and Hermione angle, as I'll find that more interesting and complex to explore.

-The society is based around a muggle society who are trying to get rid of witchcraft and wizardly. I was semi-inspired by the Salem Witch Trials and the phase in British and American history in particular where women were burnt at the stake for being suspected witches and there was a huge hysteria.

-Hermione is still muggle born and does indeed find a wand- entranced by it, she takes it even when it belongs to the orphan Harry, who is a wizard.

Reviews are always greatly appreciated!