A/N: This one is actually mine! Yeah!!!! I hope you like it! ~Lanvender
Disclaimer: I don't own HP and Co, and I didn't come up with the idea for this story--that belongs to India. I do own this chapter and the story content/plot.
Temptation Island
Chapter Seven
The Visitor
"Who are you taking me to see?" Hermione asked.
"Shut yer trap, woman," I captain growled. "I'm taking ye to see someone of great importance."
The captain dragged Hermione further still. His silver hook was cutting into her shoulder and his grip on her left arm was cutting off her circulation.
He dragged her into his room and threw her on the ground.
"Stand yerself up," he growled.
"I don't have to do anything you say," Hermione said forcefully, which surprised her.
"I want ye to meet a good friend of mine." He stuck two fingers on his remaining hand into his mouth and let out a shrill whistle. "This man is my first mate. He has always been there for me. He's been a mentor so-to-speak. He's taught me everything I know."
The door cracked open and a tall man walked into the room. His hair was black, his skin was wan, and his eyes were red and snakelike.
"Ah, Hermione Granger," he breathed. His voice was high pitched and sent cold shivers down Hermione's spine. "We meet at last."
"Voldemort," Hermione breathed. Even though she had never met him, she knew who he was.
"Leave us," he said to the captain. The captain nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Surely you know who I am, Granger? Funny thing is, you thought that I'd never know who you were. You were wrong. Dead wrong. I know all about you. You'll be sixteen on September nineteenth. Your favorite color is green, but you'd never admit that because it's a Slytherin color. You're parents are Muggles. They're dentists to be exact. And them being Muggles makes you a Mudblood."
Hermione's ears rang at the word "Mudblood".
"How do you know all this stuff about me?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
"I do my homework," he said airily. "And I captured you because you're turning my greatest Death Eater's son into someone as worthless and less prideful like you."
"Draco's a good person," Hermione said. "He doesn't want to join you and your Death Eaters. He never has and never will."
"I will see to it that you don't interfere with my plans, Mudblood. I have used many locating charms just to find the young Malfoy. I placed the imbeciles that call themselves pirates under the Imperius Curse. They captured you and Draco, and I get to do whatever I want with you."
"Me?" Hermione questioned, fear rising in her eyes.
"Yes, I can use the Killing Curse now and be done with it, but I think I will take the more torturous route. Bye, bye, Mudblood." Voldemort snapped his fingers, and he vanished from site.
Hermione strolled over to the door and turned the knob, planning to tell Draco about Voldemort. But, Hermione couldn't turn the knob-the door was locked. She pounded on the door.
"Draco!" she yelled. "Draco! Somebody please let me out!"
"Hermione?" she heard Draco say from the other side of the locked door.
"Draco, the door is locked! I can't get out."
The doorknob rattled as Draco tried turning it.
"Hermione, what happened?" Draco asked in a would-be clam voice.
"Voldemort," she said in a panicky voice.
"You're not a whore," Draco said quickly.
"I'm a what?" Hermione said. "I didn't say I was a whore, I said Voldemort."
"Voldemort? What's Voldemort got to do with this situation?"
"He's here."
"You mean to tell me that the Dark Lord is here on this ship?"
Hermione sighed.
"Yes. Well, maybe not now, but he was, he Disapparated."
"What does Voldemort want?"
"What else does he want? He wants to kill me for making you softhearted."
"We've got to get you out of here," he said, rattling the doorknob harder.
"Draco, you're going to have to magic me out," Hermione said.
"What? I don't have my wand, I can't magic you out."
"Sure you can, just concentrate on what you want done, and then say the incantation and it will happen."
"Really?" Draco asked, amazed. "I want a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese."
"Draco! This isn't a time to joke! I am here, stuck in this room and you're joking?"
"Sorry. Don't talk to me, I'm going to concentrate."
"Think back to before you went to Hogwarts and you didn't have a wand. How did you do magic with out a wand? You used your head."
Draco closed his eyes and pointed his finger at the doorknob.
"Alohomora," he whispered.
The door snapped open instantly. Hermione saw Draco's eyes widen.
"It worked!" he cried. He then looked at Hermione's soft face, her hazel eyes subtle and loving.
"I knew you could," she said quietly.
Draco strode over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her small waist. He buried his face in her hair, kissing the top of her head.
Hermione hesitated then threw her arms over Draco's neck.
"I won't let anything happen to you," Draco whispered.
"I know you won't," Hermione whispered back. She lifted her head and met Draco's warm lips. She drunk him in like she was clinging onto life.
She pulled away and buried her head in his neck.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco whispered into her hair.
"I love you too."
"You want to get out of here?"
"As long as you come with me," she said.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Mm, no," she said, giggling and kissing Draco's cheek.
"Let's go."
The ended their embrace and walked out of the room.
"We need to sneak out of here and then jump off the boat. That's a lot better then staying here to let you be killed," Draco said.
"That's what I thought too," Hermione said. "How are we going to walk around the ship and not get caught? We don't even know where another island is. We could be floating for days before someone finds us."
"Don't worry about it. I saw a few blowup rafts by the other side of the ship, we can grab one of those, jump into the ocean, then blow up the raft," Draco suggested.
"That seems like a good idea, but as I said. How are we going to walk around the ship and not get caught?"
"We won't, I heard the captain say something about happy hour, so they'll be gone for a while."
"Let's get a move on."
Draco and Hermione walked down the labyrinth-like corridors and up some stairs and entered into the sunset. They found the rafts not too far away and made a dash for it.
"Let's hurry," Draco whispered.
They started to untie the cords binding the raft to the ship when they heard, "I gotta take a leak."
Draco and Hermione heard a clunk every other step coming in their direction. They quickly hid behind an already-blown-up raft. They saw a hideous man come out of the corridor. He had grizzly gray hair and many scars all over his face. One eye was black and the other was electric blue and bulging.
"Moody?" Draco said aloud.
The man stopped in his tracks and looked around. Hermione froze in fear that it wasn't who they thought it was.
"Who's there?" the man growled. "Someone there? I'll jinx you if you don't show yourself."
"Jinx-happy ex-Auror," Draco drawled.
"Draco, shut up!" Hermione hissed.
Draco and Hermione stepped out from behind the raft, making Moody jump.
"You're Lucius Malfoy's boy," Moody growled. "Are you here with Voldemort?"
"Professor Moody?" Hermione questioned, still unable to believe that the man standing in front of her was once her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher--or rather was supposed to be the DADA teacher.
"And who might you be?" Moody questioned.
"Hermione Granger. Well, I'm sure you don't remember me, but we were at Hogwarts, in our fourth year, when you taught at the school."
"Horrid, horrid adventure. Never again will I teach at another school. By the way, the name's Mad-Eye to the pirates. But you," he added, pointing to Draco. "I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone by the name of Malfoy. Scum, they are."
"But not this one," Hermione defended. Draco looked at Hermione incredulously. He always thought that as soon as they found other civilized life, she would go back to hating him and being in madly in love with Harry.
"That's what you may think," Moody growled. "What are you doing here anyway? Here in the league of Voldemort?"
"No!" Draco exclaimed. "Why would we be her in the league of Voldemort when we've been kidnapped?"
"Oh, so you're the ones that've been kidnapped?" Moody asked Hermione, deciding that he didn't trust Draco.
"Yes, and Voldemort is going to kill me for making the son of his greatest Death Eater softhearted. What are you doing here?"
"Me? Oh, that's right. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but since you're in need, I'll give it to you. I'm here undercover."
"Undercover?" Draco asked. "How do we know that you're not pretending to be on the good side?"
"Draco, honestly! Is Mad-Eye Moody likely to be on the Dark Side?"
"Dumbledore sent me on this mission. That's why most people think I'm dead."
"What about the pirates?" Hermione asked. "What do they think?"
"Oh, they're all Muggles save a few of us. Voldemort's plan is to have some Muggles on his side start a war until they give up and let the Dark Lord rule. I came here two years ago. Far as they can tell, they all think I'm a Muggle. I think Voldemort's on to me, but we'll see. Now what is it that you're trying to do?"
"Escape," Draco said impatiently. "We were kidnapped off of our island and taken onto this horrid Muggle contraption some call a ship, we were forced to work and now we'll be killed!"
"You sound like a Malfoy to me," Moody growled. "Complaining about Muggles, Mudbloods, and work."
"Please believe us," Hermione said quickly. "Don't turn him into a ferret again, just help us get out of here."
"Ferret? Why would I turn him into a ferret?" Moody asked, confused.
"Oh, never mind, I forgot that wasn't really you," Hermione added, blushing.
"Yo, Mad-Eye!" yelled a voice from a room not too far away. "What's keepin' yeh?"
"I'm a comin'. Hold yer horses," Moody said in a growl that was very unlike his own. "I've an idea," he whispered. "I'm going to pretend like I found you two trying to escape and I'm going to make you walk the plank. You stay under water for one minute, then you come back up and I'll put a Bubble-Head Charm on you. Then you can swim off to wherever you want to go, but stay under water."
Draco and Hermione nodded.
"Ready?" They nodded again. "Gotcha!" Moody rang out in his not-Moody-growl.
Draco and Hermione were shocked when Moody grabbed them by the scruff of their necks and started dragging them down the long corridor.
"Look what I've found, mates. The little lass and the wee lad. Can't get any better than this," he said, pulling Draco and Hermione into a room full of pirates.
The room smelled of cigar smoke and alcohol and there were several half-dressed woman lying on the tables or sitting on the pirates' laps.
"Hey, they're the ones we worked so hard to capture!" shouted one of the pirates.
"What should I do with 'em?" Moody growled.
"That one's a pretty lass, the master would probably want his way with her. And the lad has strong arms, he could deal with the liftin' of stuff," suggested another pirate.
"Wait, we all the penalty of a prisoner that escapes," Moody growled. "I say we put them to death!"
The other pirates roared out their agreement.
"How shall we do it?"
"Cannons! Fire the cannons at them!"
"Shoot 'em!"
"Let's see," Moody said, turning to Draco and Hermione. "Can you swim?"
"No!" Hermione cried, although this was a lie. She knew she was supposed to say she didn't, else the plan wouldn't work. Draco just looked at her like she was crazy.
"I say the plank is the only way," Moody growled.
"No!" Hermione cried again.
"Plank! Plank!" the pirates chanted.
Moody grabbed Hermione by the hair and Draco by the ear and dragged them over to the long, wooden board off the side of the ship.
"Tie 'em up!" Moody shouted. Several pirates grabbed ropes and fishnets and wrapped them around the couple.
Moody pulled out a long sword and pointed it at Draco and Hermione, making the two walk onto and towards the end of the plank.
As they reached the end, Moody whispered a spell that made the ropes turn into spun sugar then pushed Draco and Hermione off the edge.
Draco and Hermione plunged into the deep, icy water. The spun sugar dissolved as soon as they hit the water. Hermione grabbed the back of Draco's shirt and dove under water, counting in her head the seconds that had gone by.
Draco's eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. The saltwater burned his eyes, but he couldn't close them.
Hermione dived faster and faster, only at thirty seconds. She motioned for Draco to kick his legs too, but it was no use. Forty-five seconds, Hermione slowed her pace. At fifty and fifteen feet under feet under, she turned around and started paddling upwards towards the dark sky.
Once they broke water, they swallowed numerous gulps of air.
"Are you okay?" Hermione whispered to Draco.
"What the hell were you doing? Were you trying to kill us?" Draco whispered violently.
"Kill us? Did you not hear the plan? Help me locate Moody."
Draco and Hermione swam around the vessel in search of Moody.
"Over hear," they heard someone growl. "Lumos."
A light came on over their heads where they found Moody holding his sword, which Hermione was beginning to think that he had Transfigured his wand into that sword, over his head. "You two all right?"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. "Could you also place a Warming Charm on us? It's freezing in this water."
"No problem," Moody growled. "Two Bubble-Heads and Warming Charms coming up."
Moody cast is spells, warming Hermione and Draco instantly and making them able to breathe underwater.
"Good Luck," Moody growled, nodding.
"Thank you," Hermione said, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him underwater so they could swim together.
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Disclaimer: I don't own HP and Co, and I didn't come up with the idea for this story--that belongs to India. I do own this chapter and the story content/plot.
Temptation Island
Chapter Seven
The Visitor
"Who are you taking me to see?" Hermione asked.
"Shut yer trap, woman," I captain growled. "I'm taking ye to see someone of great importance."
The captain dragged Hermione further still. His silver hook was cutting into her shoulder and his grip on her left arm was cutting off her circulation.
He dragged her into his room and threw her on the ground.
"Stand yerself up," he growled.
"I don't have to do anything you say," Hermione said forcefully, which surprised her.
"I want ye to meet a good friend of mine." He stuck two fingers on his remaining hand into his mouth and let out a shrill whistle. "This man is my first mate. He has always been there for me. He's been a mentor so-to-speak. He's taught me everything I know."
The door cracked open and a tall man walked into the room. His hair was black, his skin was wan, and his eyes were red and snakelike.
"Ah, Hermione Granger," he breathed. His voice was high pitched and sent cold shivers down Hermione's spine. "We meet at last."
"Voldemort," Hermione breathed. Even though she had never met him, she knew who he was.
"Leave us," he said to the captain. The captain nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Surely you know who I am, Granger? Funny thing is, you thought that I'd never know who you were. You were wrong. Dead wrong. I know all about you. You'll be sixteen on September nineteenth. Your favorite color is green, but you'd never admit that because it's a Slytherin color. You're parents are Muggles. They're dentists to be exact. And them being Muggles makes you a Mudblood."
Hermione's ears rang at the word "Mudblood".
"How do you know all this stuff about me?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
"I do my homework," he said airily. "And I captured you because you're turning my greatest Death Eater's son into someone as worthless and less prideful like you."
"Draco's a good person," Hermione said. "He doesn't want to join you and your Death Eaters. He never has and never will."
"I will see to it that you don't interfere with my plans, Mudblood. I have used many locating charms just to find the young Malfoy. I placed the imbeciles that call themselves pirates under the Imperius Curse. They captured you and Draco, and I get to do whatever I want with you."
"Me?" Hermione questioned, fear rising in her eyes.
"Yes, I can use the Killing Curse now and be done with it, but I think I will take the more torturous route. Bye, bye, Mudblood." Voldemort snapped his fingers, and he vanished from site.
Hermione strolled over to the door and turned the knob, planning to tell Draco about Voldemort. But, Hermione couldn't turn the knob-the door was locked. She pounded on the door.
"Draco!" she yelled. "Draco! Somebody please let me out!"
"Hermione?" she heard Draco say from the other side of the locked door.
"Draco, the door is locked! I can't get out."
The doorknob rattled as Draco tried turning it.
"Hermione, what happened?" Draco asked in a would-be clam voice.
"Voldemort," she said in a panicky voice.
"You're not a whore," Draco said quickly.
"I'm a what?" Hermione said. "I didn't say I was a whore, I said Voldemort."
"Voldemort? What's Voldemort got to do with this situation?"
"He's here."
"You mean to tell me that the Dark Lord is here on this ship?"
Hermione sighed.
"Yes. Well, maybe not now, but he was, he Disapparated."
"What does Voldemort want?"
"What else does he want? He wants to kill me for making you softhearted."
"We've got to get you out of here," he said, rattling the doorknob harder.
"Draco, you're going to have to magic me out," Hermione said.
"What? I don't have my wand, I can't magic you out."
"Sure you can, just concentrate on what you want done, and then say the incantation and it will happen."
"Really?" Draco asked, amazed. "I want a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese."
"Draco! This isn't a time to joke! I am here, stuck in this room and you're joking?"
"Sorry. Don't talk to me, I'm going to concentrate."
"Think back to before you went to Hogwarts and you didn't have a wand. How did you do magic with out a wand? You used your head."
Draco closed his eyes and pointed his finger at the doorknob.
"Alohomora," he whispered.
The door snapped open instantly. Hermione saw Draco's eyes widen.
"It worked!" he cried. He then looked at Hermione's soft face, her hazel eyes subtle and loving.
"I knew you could," she said quietly.
Draco strode over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her small waist. He buried his face in her hair, kissing the top of her head.
Hermione hesitated then threw her arms over Draco's neck.
"I won't let anything happen to you," Draco whispered.
"I know you won't," Hermione whispered back. She lifted her head and met Draco's warm lips. She drunk him in like she was clinging onto life.
She pulled away and buried her head in his neck.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco whispered into her hair.
"I love you too."
"You want to get out of here?"
"As long as you come with me," she said.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Mm, no," she said, giggling and kissing Draco's cheek.
"Let's go."
The ended their embrace and walked out of the room.
"We need to sneak out of here and then jump off the boat. That's a lot better then staying here to let you be killed," Draco said.
"That's what I thought too," Hermione said. "How are we going to walk around the ship and not get caught? We don't even know where another island is. We could be floating for days before someone finds us."
"Don't worry about it. I saw a few blowup rafts by the other side of the ship, we can grab one of those, jump into the ocean, then blow up the raft," Draco suggested.
"That seems like a good idea, but as I said. How are we going to walk around the ship and not get caught?"
"We won't, I heard the captain say something about happy hour, so they'll be gone for a while."
"Let's get a move on."
Draco and Hermione walked down the labyrinth-like corridors and up some stairs and entered into the sunset. They found the rafts not too far away and made a dash for it.
"Let's hurry," Draco whispered.
They started to untie the cords binding the raft to the ship when they heard, "I gotta take a leak."
Draco and Hermione heard a clunk every other step coming in their direction. They quickly hid behind an already-blown-up raft. They saw a hideous man come out of the corridor. He had grizzly gray hair and many scars all over his face. One eye was black and the other was electric blue and bulging.
"Moody?" Draco said aloud.
The man stopped in his tracks and looked around. Hermione froze in fear that it wasn't who they thought it was.
"Who's there?" the man growled. "Someone there? I'll jinx you if you don't show yourself."
"Jinx-happy ex-Auror," Draco drawled.
"Draco, shut up!" Hermione hissed.
Draco and Hermione stepped out from behind the raft, making Moody jump.
"You're Lucius Malfoy's boy," Moody growled. "Are you here with Voldemort?"
"Professor Moody?" Hermione questioned, still unable to believe that the man standing in front of her was once her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher--or rather was supposed to be the DADA teacher.
"And who might you be?" Moody questioned.
"Hermione Granger. Well, I'm sure you don't remember me, but we were at Hogwarts, in our fourth year, when you taught at the school."
"Horrid, horrid adventure. Never again will I teach at another school. By the way, the name's Mad-Eye to the pirates. But you," he added, pointing to Draco. "I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone by the name of Malfoy. Scum, they are."
"But not this one," Hermione defended. Draco looked at Hermione incredulously. He always thought that as soon as they found other civilized life, she would go back to hating him and being in madly in love with Harry.
"That's what you may think," Moody growled. "What are you doing here anyway? Here in the league of Voldemort?"
"No!" Draco exclaimed. "Why would we be her in the league of Voldemort when we've been kidnapped?"
"Oh, so you're the ones that've been kidnapped?" Moody asked Hermione, deciding that he didn't trust Draco.
"Yes, and Voldemort is going to kill me for making the son of his greatest Death Eater softhearted. What are you doing here?"
"Me? Oh, that's right. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but since you're in need, I'll give it to you. I'm here undercover."
"Undercover?" Draco asked. "How do we know that you're not pretending to be on the good side?"
"Draco, honestly! Is Mad-Eye Moody likely to be on the Dark Side?"
"Dumbledore sent me on this mission. That's why most people think I'm dead."
"What about the pirates?" Hermione asked. "What do they think?"
"Oh, they're all Muggles save a few of us. Voldemort's plan is to have some Muggles on his side start a war until they give up and let the Dark Lord rule. I came here two years ago. Far as they can tell, they all think I'm a Muggle. I think Voldemort's on to me, but we'll see. Now what is it that you're trying to do?"
"Escape," Draco said impatiently. "We were kidnapped off of our island and taken onto this horrid Muggle contraption some call a ship, we were forced to work and now we'll be killed!"
"You sound like a Malfoy to me," Moody growled. "Complaining about Muggles, Mudbloods, and work."
"Please believe us," Hermione said quickly. "Don't turn him into a ferret again, just help us get out of here."
"Ferret? Why would I turn him into a ferret?" Moody asked, confused.
"Oh, never mind, I forgot that wasn't really you," Hermione added, blushing.
"Yo, Mad-Eye!" yelled a voice from a room not too far away. "What's keepin' yeh?"
"I'm a comin'. Hold yer horses," Moody said in a growl that was very unlike his own. "I've an idea," he whispered. "I'm going to pretend like I found you two trying to escape and I'm going to make you walk the plank. You stay under water for one minute, then you come back up and I'll put a Bubble-Head Charm on you. Then you can swim off to wherever you want to go, but stay under water."
Draco and Hermione nodded.
"Ready?" They nodded again. "Gotcha!" Moody rang out in his not-Moody-growl.
Draco and Hermione were shocked when Moody grabbed them by the scruff of their necks and started dragging them down the long corridor.
"Look what I've found, mates. The little lass and the wee lad. Can't get any better than this," he said, pulling Draco and Hermione into a room full of pirates.
The room smelled of cigar smoke and alcohol and there were several half-dressed woman lying on the tables or sitting on the pirates' laps.
"Hey, they're the ones we worked so hard to capture!" shouted one of the pirates.
"What should I do with 'em?" Moody growled.
"That one's a pretty lass, the master would probably want his way with her. And the lad has strong arms, he could deal with the liftin' of stuff," suggested another pirate.
"Wait, we all the penalty of a prisoner that escapes," Moody growled. "I say we put them to death!"
The other pirates roared out their agreement.
"How shall we do it?"
"Cannons! Fire the cannons at them!"
"Shoot 'em!"
"Let's see," Moody said, turning to Draco and Hermione. "Can you swim?"
"No!" Hermione cried, although this was a lie. She knew she was supposed to say she didn't, else the plan wouldn't work. Draco just looked at her like she was crazy.
"I say the plank is the only way," Moody growled.
"No!" Hermione cried again.
"Plank! Plank!" the pirates chanted.
Moody grabbed Hermione by the hair and Draco by the ear and dragged them over to the long, wooden board off the side of the ship.
"Tie 'em up!" Moody shouted. Several pirates grabbed ropes and fishnets and wrapped them around the couple.
Moody pulled out a long sword and pointed it at Draco and Hermione, making the two walk onto and towards the end of the plank.
As they reached the end, Moody whispered a spell that made the ropes turn into spun sugar then pushed Draco and Hermione off the edge.
Draco and Hermione plunged into the deep, icy water. The spun sugar dissolved as soon as they hit the water. Hermione grabbed the back of Draco's shirt and dove under water, counting in her head the seconds that had gone by.
Draco's eyes were wide with fear and anticipation. The saltwater burned his eyes, but he couldn't close them.
Hermione dived faster and faster, only at thirty seconds. She motioned for Draco to kick his legs too, but it was no use. Forty-five seconds, Hermione slowed her pace. At fifty and fifteen feet under feet under, she turned around and started paddling upwards towards the dark sky.
Once they broke water, they swallowed numerous gulps of air.
"Are you okay?" Hermione whispered to Draco.
"What the hell were you doing? Were you trying to kill us?" Draco whispered violently.
"Kill us? Did you not hear the plan? Help me locate Moody."
Draco and Hermione swam around the vessel in search of Moody.
"Over hear," they heard someone growl. "Lumos."
A light came on over their heads where they found Moody holding his sword, which Hermione was beginning to think that he had Transfigured his wand into that sword, over his head. "You two all right?"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. "Could you also place a Warming Charm on us? It's freezing in this water."
"No problem," Moody growled. "Two Bubble-Heads and Warming Charms coming up."
Moody cast is spells, warming Hermione and Draco instantly and making them able to breathe underwater.
"Good Luck," Moody growled, nodding.
"Thank you," Hermione said, grabbing Draco's hand and pulling him underwater so they could swim together.
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