Hermione had already spent a week on the Pearl, and she had spent the whole
time on there reviewing her options. She had no way of getting home by
herself, and she didn't know when anyone from back home would bring her
back, if they ever did. It was a hopeless situation.
The whole week she had been there, Jack had been relentless. Wooing her seemed to make up the better part of his day. He would give her trinkets constantly and regale her with stories about his grand adventures. THAT part wasn't entirely terrible in her opinion, but she would never admit it. She would not give into him.
The crew seemed to find the situation amusing- their captain's relentless pursuit of the time-traveling witch. They even had bets on when she would finally give into Jack and how. It was utterly ridiculous, and entirely embarrassing.
Jack had given her clothes to wear, borrowed from Ana Maria. He 'ordered' her to wear the clothes he offered her because, this was a direct quote from Jack- "Even if ye refuse, those look like damn uncomfortable clothes for a lass such as yerself, and highly inappropriate for a pirates ship such as this". He said this talking about her Gryffindor school uniform, which was entirely comfortable in her opinion. Well, maybe not, but HE certainly didn't need to know that.
She loathed that man.
If she had her wand, forget hexing him, she'd jam it up his ass!
As you can probably tell, this little journey was not boding well with Hermione's temper.
She was disgusted as she realized that she was acting like Ron. Jamming a wand up someone's ass for Merlin's sake! She figured she was justified, though. Anyone else would have acted this way in this situation, if not worse. Pirates, self-proclaimed "bad eggs" ordering you around- it was enough to make even the most even-tempered person blow a gasket. Ron would've killed someone by now. Yes, she was justified.
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Hermione was washing the crews' dishes, another thing she was ordered to do by the infamous 'Captain' Jack Sparrow. Can you hear the sarcasm in that statement?
Wasn't this eyeliner-wearing idiot supposed to be quote-unquote "wooing" her?
Hermione disgustedly wiped her wet hands with a dry towel. She was finally finished.
She heard someone walking down the stairs to the kitchen, and turned to look. Of course, Jack Sparrow. Who else would come and visit her other than that bloody bastard?
"Ello luv, just came down 'ere to see if ye needed any help, but seeing as yer finished-" Hermione scowled, he knew she was already finished. He wouldn't come down here, otherwise. He was lying and enjoying it. She could see it in his eyes. He loved annoying her almost as much as he loved "wooing" her.
"You lying git- you knew I was finished!"
"Aye, you got me love, that I did"
Hermione groaned
"You purposely make me suffer, why is that Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack smiled
"If yer going to be all proper-like, ye can call me Captain"
"Don't avoid the question, CAPTAIN" Hermione responded, slamming the towel she used to dry her hands, down on the table.
"Fine, fine, Hermione" He said, grinning, put his hands up in mock-defeat.
Hermione put her hands on her hips. She realized the only person who ever got her this mad before was Ron. She waited for his answer.
"Well, my answer to yer question is this: ye seem like the kind of person who hates getting angry, but can't help it, I find this amusing"
Logical answer, but not the right one for Hermione.
"So that's it, I AM YOUR OBJECT OF AMUSEMENT?!" Hermione shouted, cornering Jack against table, not realizing what she was doing.
Jack could feel her heavy breathing against his face, that's how close they were to each other, only inches apart.
"Well, what have you got to save for yourself?" Hermione huffed, in his face.
Jack grinned, leaning into kiss her, but Hermione caught him this time before their lips could meet. She shoved him backwards, sending him and the table flying into the wall, making a loud 'thunk'.
"Damn you, you insufferable git!" She yelled and stormed up the stairs.
The crew laughed, they were already used to the Captain's and Witch's nightly arguments.
Hermione slammed the door to her room.
"Merlin, I've resorted to cursing, this is how low I have become" Hermione said, running her hands through her hair, wishing for the musty smell of the Hogwarts library that always calmed her nerves.
Meanwhile, Jack rubbed his now-sore back, still grinning like an idiot, with his teeth glinting.
"Fiery chit, she is" He mumbled.
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a/n- okay guys, sorry I took so long to get a new chapter out. What do you think so far? I think I like this chapter best, its fun writing an uber- pissed Hermione. This is for all the people who have reviewed so far- I luv you guys. Muah! Kisses for all of you! Oh, and yes, I have obviously decided to continue this fic. Lol.
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The whole week she had been there, Jack had been relentless. Wooing her seemed to make up the better part of his day. He would give her trinkets constantly and regale her with stories about his grand adventures. THAT part wasn't entirely terrible in her opinion, but she would never admit it. She would not give into him.
The crew seemed to find the situation amusing- their captain's relentless pursuit of the time-traveling witch. They even had bets on when she would finally give into Jack and how. It was utterly ridiculous, and entirely embarrassing.
Jack had given her clothes to wear, borrowed from Ana Maria. He 'ordered' her to wear the clothes he offered her because, this was a direct quote from Jack- "Even if ye refuse, those look like damn uncomfortable clothes for a lass such as yerself, and highly inappropriate for a pirates ship such as this". He said this talking about her Gryffindor school uniform, which was entirely comfortable in her opinion. Well, maybe not, but HE certainly didn't need to know that.
She loathed that man.
If she had her wand, forget hexing him, she'd jam it up his ass!
As you can probably tell, this little journey was not boding well with Hermione's temper.
She was disgusted as she realized that she was acting like Ron. Jamming a wand up someone's ass for Merlin's sake! She figured she was justified, though. Anyone else would have acted this way in this situation, if not worse. Pirates, self-proclaimed "bad eggs" ordering you around- it was enough to make even the most even-tempered person blow a gasket. Ron would've killed someone by now. Yes, she was justified.
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Hermione was washing the crews' dishes, another thing she was ordered to do by the infamous 'Captain' Jack Sparrow. Can you hear the sarcasm in that statement?
Wasn't this eyeliner-wearing idiot supposed to be quote-unquote "wooing" her?
Hermione disgustedly wiped her wet hands with a dry towel. She was finally finished.
She heard someone walking down the stairs to the kitchen, and turned to look. Of course, Jack Sparrow. Who else would come and visit her other than that bloody bastard?
"Ello luv, just came down 'ere to see if ye needed any help, but seeing as yer finished-" Hermione scowled, he knew she was already finished. He wouldn't come down here, otherwise. He was lying and enjoying it. She could see it in his eyes. He loved annoying her almost as much as he loved "wooing" her.
"You lying git- you knew I was finished!"
"Aye, you got me love, that I did"
Hermione groaned
"You purposely make me suffer, why is that Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack smiled
"If yer going to be all proper-like, ye can call me Captain"
"Don't avoid the question, CAPTAIN" Hermione responded, slamming the towel she used to dry her hands, down on the table.
"Fine, fine, Hermione" He said, grinning, put his hands up in mock-defeat.
Hermione put her hands on her hips. She realized the only person who ever got her this mad before was Ron. She waited for his answer.
"Well, my answer to yer question is this: ye seem like the kind of person who hates getting angry, but can't help it, I find this amusing"
Logical answer, but not the right one for Hermione.
"So that's it, I AM YOUR OBJECT OF AMUSEMENT?!" Hermione shouted, cornering Jack against table, not realizing what she was doing.
Jack could feel her heavy breathing against his face, that's how close they were to each other, only inches apart.
"Well, what have you got to save for yourself?" Hermione huffed, in his face.
Jack grinned, leaning into kiss her, but Hermione caught him this time before their lips could meet. She shoved him backwards, sending him and the table flying into the wall, making a loud 'thunk'.
"Damn you, you insufferable git!" She yelled and stormed up the stairs.
The crew laughed, they were already used to the Captain's and Witch's nightly arguments.
Hermione slammed the door to her room.
"Merlin, I've resorted to cursing, this is how low I have become" Hermione said, running her hands through her hair, wishing for the musty smell of the Hogwarts library that always calmed her nerves.
Meanwhile, Jack rubbed his now-sore back, still grinning like an idiot, with his teeth glinting.
"Fiery chit, she is" He mumbled.
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a/n- okay guys, sorry I took so long to get a new chapter out. What do you think so far? I think I like this chapter best, its fun writing an uber- pissed Hermione. This is for all the people who have reviewed so far- I luv you guys. Muah! Kisses for all of you! Oh, and yes, I have obviously decided to continue this fic. Lol.
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