A/N: Me and my sister have been writing, again, and this time its a crossover of Harry potter, Lost, Friends, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Robin hood and Shipwrecked (NOT SURVIVOR!) My sister wrote the story so if you have any complaints about err, stuff like killing people off and umm, stuff. I'll pass them on to her. Oh and it's gets a bit confusing too.

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Disclaimer: None of us own anything apart from the coconut cams.

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On Tiger island…

Harry was sitting underneath a coconut tree, clutching his scar, murmuring to himself. "It only ever hurts when Voldemort's around and when he's experiencing really strong emotions. But is he happy? Or angry?

Hermione walked over and said "Harry, if your scar hurts you should tell Dumbledore. Send him an owl. Or Sirus."

Harry turned round, face like thunder. "Hermione." He said, really slowly trying to control his anger, "Both Sirus and Dumbledore are dead."

"Oh." Said Hermione in a small voice. "Oh yeah. I forgot."

"You forgot!" Cried Harry. "You forgot?" and he got up really fast and hit his head on the coconut cam that was perched just above his head trying to catch everything that Harry did. Harry was knocked to the floor, unconscious.

Hermione turned around, trying to figure out how she could have forgot that two of the most important people in her best friends life were dead, when she bumped into Ron.

"Hermione." He said, looking down. "Umm, I need to talk to you." And he led her away to the opposite side of the island to a different palm tree and in the distance they could see a castle.

"Hermione. Ever since the first time I saw you on the train to Hogwarts during our first year when you told me that spell that was supposed to turn Scabber's yellow wasn't a real spell and that I had dirt on my nose." Ron stopped talking to take a breath.

"What is it Ron?" Hermione asked, thinking there was more to this than met her eye, and also slightly intrigued as to why Ron was turning a strange pinky colour.

"Well, umm, I tink that, umm, I've kind of well, I mean." Ron stumbled "I think I've devesome-rly-strfeelin-you." that part came out way too fast.

"What?" Hermione didn't understand a word that Ron had just said.

"I think I've developed some strong feelings for you. I mean, all that stuff in the sixth book about me making you jealous by going out with Lavender or Parvarti or whatever she was called, I mean…" and he trailed off, sliding his feet over the sand.

"Ron." Hermione said in an I-want-to-be-kind-but-I'm-coming-across-as-patronising voice. "I think I know what you're trying to say. And, I understand. I mean, I think I feel the same way about you."

Ron looked up for the first time and looked at Hermione, just to chech she wasn't joking and messing with his feelings before pulling her close to his chest to hug her and then kiss her.

"Get a room" came a voice. And Ron and Hermione were amazed to pull themselves apart for two seconds and look at the stranger who had just spoken.

"Maid Marion?" Breathed Hermione, who was familiar with muggle folklore and the story of Robin Hood. "I thought you were a story, a myth, a legend."

"I thought the same about witches and wizards honey." Came Maid Marion's reply in a weirdly, for no reason at all, American accent.

"Do you live in that castle?" Ron asked and then Hermione thought he was paying Maid Marion way too much attention so she put her lips over his face before Maid Marion had time to reply and then Maid Marion walked off, disgusted at ron and Hermione's behaviour on national TV. "She's only doing it so she'll wi the a billion zillion pounds" said Maid Marion to no one in particular, even though she shouldn't even care because she isn't actually a contestant on this game show that doesn't have a name yet.

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