Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter character J.K Rowling
does, and all of her associates. I in no way intend to infringe on them or
the contracts etc. I do not own Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie does. As well as
Disney and whoever else has legal contract and use of Peter Pan. I am just
borrowing him.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
Hermione flew stonily beside Peter watching as they headed to the forest covered ground. Landing was a relief for Hermione, but not as much as it was for Peter. He started to have that burning feeling again after he forgot Hermione's sorrow and dragged her along beside him. Peter landed gracefully on the ground before turning around grinning just in time to watch as Hermione landed with a plop and fell over,-unsteady after never landing like this- and dragging Peter down on top of her.
"Umfph." Peter might be light on his feet and light in the air but let him fall down on you, and he is really quite heavy. It was really somewhat uncomfortable. Peter on the other hand was experiencing other discomforts. For one he couldn't stop laughing at how horrible Hermione landed. For another the heat was returning and all rushing to one spot, and lastly he could hear movement in the trees around them. Peter took mercy on Hermione and jumped up looking around. Hermione let out a relieved breath before pushing herself up from the ground and joining Peter in looking around.
Peter could see Nobbs and the other lost boys huddling down attempting to be inconspicuous-a task that they might had succeeded in had it not been for the movement that caught Peter's attention. - "Lost boy's report!" Peter commanded while silently thanking the powers that be, that the heat had disappeared once he stood up.
As expected the lost boys groaned at being caught but quickly came out of their hiding spots and stood carefully in a row. Peter put his hands on his hips in a cocky way and sent a crow up into the air, in which the lost boys returned. Hermione cocked her head to the side making a mental note about the greeting rituals of boys, before carefully examining the new information-or people- she had in front of her. The boys seemed to be ranging in ages from 6 to 15, and all were wearing the most ridiculous outfits she had ever seen. One was wearing a skunks skin, another the feathers of a flamingo with a hat that had bears ears on it, and still yet another was wearing what looked like a kilt, except that it was made from beaver skin-complete with a beaver tail- and a beaver head covered his head. Come to think of it, Peter wasn't exactly dressed like a proper gentleman himself, what with his leaves and vines protecting him from being completely exposed to the world, and the elements of nature. Hermione had never seen such outfits in her life.
She was knocked out of her contemplation when one of the lost boys stepped forward, checked her out from head to toe and back again, and then nodded. "This is our mother then Peter?"
"What?" "Sure is Nobbs." Peter and her spoke at the same time.
As you can imagine Hermione was not pleased, not that she didn't want to be a mother or anything, but it was the fact that she wasn't consulted or even asked if she would like to be a mother. Another thing that had her angry is that Peter just waved her question away and suddenly she found herself in the middle of the group of children. Holding back a scream, or worse, and whishing she had her wand right about now -oh she would curse Peter for this- she gritted her teeth. "Hold on a moment!" She forced out, stopping the lost boys in there noisy talking and hyper actions to get attention. "Let me get this strait, I am your mother?"
"That's right Mum." A boy of about ten answered. Hermione sighed.
"Who's your father then?" She asked causing the lost boys to frown.
"We don't have one." Peter answered for the rest of the boys, Hermione's eyes widened in horror.
"Not you too Peter," she mumbled causing Peter great confusion. "I'm sorry boys," Hermione's voice softened as she looked around, no longer gritting her teeth and very resigned in what she was about to do. "I cannot be a single mother, especially to seven of you." She looked around in relief but also a little sadness.
Peter was angry; no one had ever defied him like this before. Sure the lost boys had tried to get out of line once in a while, but he always rapped them on there knuckles, but he could not do that to Hermione. "Then you can't stay." Peter answered her with a stubborn tilt to his chin.
"Fine, then I shall build my own place here in Neverland!" Hermione hissed back at Peter, not liking the tone he took with her. "I can not be a single mother! It isn't proper, to think a man would just up and leave me! It wouldn't happen." She justified.
"No, if you are not our mother you are not welcome in Neverland!" One of the boys called out. Hermione recognized him as the one in the flamingo feathers.
"I'll make you a deal," Hermione's eyes narrowed at them causing them all too instantly lean forward to hear the deal. "You present me with a father, and I shall be your mother, or you let me live here in Neverland, with no obligation and I'll."
"You'll what?" Another of the boys called out, the one dressed as a skunk.
"I'll do your sewing." Hermione nodded satisfied with her answer. The boys and Peter however were not.
"We want a mother, not a seamstress!" The beaver skin kilted boy yelled.
"Fine," a boy of about fifteen stepped forward tossing the other boys a smirk before turning a bright smile on Hermione. "If no one else will do it, I will take up the role of father." Hermione nodded at him then turned to address the others.
"Do you all agree to obey your father and me?" She asked confidently, satisfied everything was going to work out.
Amidst the loud chorus of yes's a very loud and affronted voice yelled out 'NO.'
Hermione, not one to be told what to do or have her plans messed up,- as her best friends Harry and Ron could have told anyone who dared ask,- rounded on the one voice who shouted 'NO.'
"Peter do you care to explain?" Hermione stomped her foot and raised an eyebrow in question. Annoyed that Peter would ruin the only solution that would work, and mentally running through the curses she would use just now on him, if she only had her wand.
Peter on the other hand, still angry from her earlier defiance pushed his way through the crowd of boys so that he was standing strait in front of Hermione causing her to have to tilt her head back just slightly. "No one can command the lost boys but me. Not another lost boy! Could you imagine Peter Pan, listening to those who listen to him?" His voice was seething with anger and venom. Hermione in response just tilted up her chin some more.
"Very well then Peter, are you volunteering to be the boys father?" Her voice was pure innocents, but her eyes revealed that she had Peter Pan right where she wanted him, between a rock and a hard place.
*** *** ***
Captain Giggles had only seen one other boy fly, besides the boy who was landing on his spic ship. Curiosity had him holding up his had to still anyone from attacking the intruder. For this did not look like Peter Pan, no this boys hair was much brighter in color, and he seemed to wear a robe instead of leaves.
"Welcome aboard my ship." He announced to the intruder as he landed directly in front of him.
Draco Malfoy had never seen such a pitiful man. Well he had, but his own father didn't count. What possessed him to land aboard what was obviously a pirate ship he didn't know. Maybe it was the stories he had heard when growing up, about how the pirates were always trying to kill Peter Pan. Or perhaps it was the fact that he would much rather be on board a clean ship then searching the forest and getting dirty. Who knows?
"Thank you captain." He waved his hand in dismissal and continued on not really caring what the captains name was. "I believe I have a proposition for you." Again he didn't know what possessed him to this sort of thing, but it didn't really matter,-after all he was doing it.- Captain Giggles nodded for him to go on, though the kids arrogance was driving him up the wall of his captain cabin, metaphorically speaking.
"You see, Peter Pan has something of mine." Something of his? Since when was Hermione Granger anyone's property? Ah, alas he would have to embellish to get the captain to help him. It was nothing more then that. After all she was a dirty mudbl.half-blood, who knew just what to say to hurt his pride. That was it, he wanted to get her, so he could punish her himself. That was all, that was what made him follow her here, what made him follow her voice up to the astronomy tower when he was making his rounds, and what was causing him to make a deal with this captain, who he didn't even know- or care to know, the captain's station was far below his after all.-
The captain studied the boy for a minute, he watched the boy's eternal struggle and knew the exact moment he had won.-At least for the moment- After all he himself was struggling. What could this boy offer to him? Could he really help him catch Peter Pan? He doubted it, but something was telling him to hear the arrogant boy out.
"What could you offer my crew in return for this item Peter Pan has taken from you?"
"You misunderstand me, it's not a what captain, it's a who. In turn for receiving her back, you will have Peter Pan dead; and loving it. Surely this is enough incentive?"
"I had planed on killing Pan anyway," Captain Giggles replied, "So your offer does not make me very ready to help you." He smiled sadistically; his right had tapped his nose a few times before he motioned to Snot Rag Jack, who had very bushy eyebrows to grab the boy.
Draco had been waiting for just the opportunity, he pulled out his wand, mumbled a curse here, a hex there, and pretty soon had the whole crew stopped in there tracks. The only one he left unharmed was the captain, who looked on amazed and dumbfounded. Draco pointed his wand at him.
"Now are you ready to help me?"
*** *** ***
"Be a father? Never." Peter hissed his voice so low that Hermione verily heard it. Nodding at him, she took a step back. Then turned around and walked away.
"Suit yourself Peter. It was a pleasure meeting you boys." She called behind her. Before the boys knew it, Hermione was gone, and no one dared make any move to go after her. After all they sure didn't want rapped on their knuckles.
*** *** ***
It was strange, but this island did not look so large from the air. Hermione had only taken a few turns and she was undeniably lost. If she had her wand she would just do the direction spell and be on her way, but no she had to drop it when Peter did that stupid egotistical trick on her. That bloody jerk. She should have known he brought her here for an alternate reason, not just because she asked him too. She kicked a stick out of her way and continued walking, not paying attention to the tick-tock slowly getting louder with every step she took.
Hermione did notice however the footsteps behind her. Even though they were very muffled and well placed, she had trained herself to listen for footsteps of the like- a benefit of being friends with Harry and Ron, and always watching out for enemies that would attack them. - Carefully Hermione turned her head so that she could see behind her in her peripheral vision without anyone realizing what she was doing. She didn't like what she saw, and again cursed herself for having dropped her wand. Behind her were about 5 warrior Indians, all of them scowling and watching her every move. Taking a deep breath Hermione turned her head back to its original position and started to walk a little faster. The tick-tocks volume entered her panicking mind, and her heart started to beat in time to it. It was so loud now that it was distracting. She turned her head to the left and saw the ugliest crocodile she had ever seen. Opening her mouth she let out the most terrified scream she had ever made.
A hand shot out and covered her mouth, successfully killing the rest of the scream in her throat. There was a hiss in her ear that she interpreted as 'silence' and so she complied, not wanting the Indian warrior to be angrier at her. Unfortunately the crocodile had heard her and turned its head strait to where she was standing the warrior behind her, and more to the sides of her, all having out a weapon.
The crocodile made a hiss and then leapt at the group conjugated in front of him. Hermione was pushed to the forest floor out of the way of the fighting. She watched in fascination as the crocodile's long teeth grabbed one of the warriors and begin to chew him up with amazing vigor. The warrior did not scream as he was being eaten, only brought his tomahawk up to the crocodile and began to hack away at its nose. The other warriors quickly surrounded the crock and started to hack away at its other parts in much the same fashion as there fellow warrior- though they were not being eaten alive.- Blood was flying everywhere,-much to Hermione's horror- and the crocodile was struggling, lashing out with its tail, trying to finish the man in his mouth off so that he could go for the next man, and he was beginning to roll, attempting to squish the other warriors who were hacking away at his sides. Luckily he did not succeed as the warriors were able to jump aside just in time, then continue on with there task. The whole battle lasted about five minutes before finally the crocodile slumped down dead, a half eaten warrior in his mouth.
Hermione saw the warrior men start to walk over to her then, so she did the only thing she could think of doing without her wand. She pushed herself up and ran like the devil himself was after her, demanding her sacrificed.
*** *** ***
As it was, it wasn't just the Indian Warriors and the crocodile that heard Hermione scream, no it was all the creatures around Neverland. Including Peter Pan, the lost boys, and those on the ship anchored close to Neverland, Captain Giggles and Draco Malfoy. However, it was not Peter Pan, as you would expect, who came swooping in to save Hermione from a fate that she didn't know. It was Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was being showed to his guest cabin as he heard the scream, and as luck would have it, the scream was close by.-and one that he recognized- So he quickly took off, hollering to the captain that he would be back. And with the thought of being able to put Hermione in her place, once he saved her, he flew at the highest speed he could manage. Finally spotting the busy hair girl running from a pack of what appeared to be warriors he swooped down and grabbed her up in her arms. Instinct came over Hermione and she wrapped her arms around him so that she wouldn't fall. Of course her still panicking mind never registered it was Draco Malfoy, rather then the flying boy who brought her to Neverland or else she might have just screamed again and struggled to get back to the ground and the Indian warriors. Never before having been so scared and helpless, and not sure how to react to it she buried her head into her rescuers shoulder.
Draco flew for about a mile or so changing directions every once in a while so that the Indians could not find them so easily. As much as he enjoyed having Hermione weak and scared in his arms, there was also a major part of him that wanted her standing up and threatening him like the strong witch she was. So he landed and set Hermione gently on the sandy ground that overlooked the crystal waters, or he tried to, but Hermione was clinging onto him for dear life. "Granger, I know how much you can't resist me, but do you think you can let go, your choking me."
Hermione's head snapped up and her eyes widened in horror. She quickly let go of his shirt, brought her hands up to wipe away the few tears that had escaped her eyes, and then stood up. "Malfoy? What the. how did you get here?"
"Come on Granger, you should know by now that if I want to go somewhere I go." He shot her a haughty look to which she replied to by raising an eyebrow.
"Malfoy how?" Hermione demanded crossing her arms over her breasts.
"Just a little Pixie dust Hermione, you've read the story as well as I did. I just borrowed some from your silly little 'Peter' and followed you here." He smiled in satisfaction when her face gained a healthy red.
"Did you just call me Hermione? Malfoy what kind of game are you playing?" Draco's eyes widened in horror this time.
"In your dreams Granger. Now do you need saved anymore or can I go back to what I was doing before I had to rescue you?"
"What were you doing?" Draco Malfoy wished he could have held his tongue, or maybe even cut it out, but he couldn't help it, and what he said next, would probably ruin the rest of his stay in Neverland.
"Building a house Granger. Care to help? If you're a good girl I may even let you stay in the guest room.for a small price."
*** *** ***
If Peter felt angry earlier, it was nothing to how he felt now. He had gotten to Hermione just in time to see that stupid boy,-Malfoy he believed Hermione called him, - swoop down and carry Hermione away. First off, that was his job, and second that was his.oh he didn't know what she was, she refused to be his mother, and secretly he was grateful, but he refused to be her husband,-he refused to think about how that made him feel- so he didn't know, he just knew she was his. Oh and the lost boys of course.
He had followed them to the shore and had watched from the tree's there interaction. The worst of it all, however, was that Malfoy, had offered Hermione a place to stay, and she seemed to actually be considering it. Peter had always thought himself a fair boy, but at that moment, he wanted nothing more then to be unfair and kill Malfoy, even if he wasn't armed.
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A.N. Thank you for reading, I am very excited about the number of reviews I have received. It makes me write faster. I hope you like my story so far. I have fun plans for Hermione in the next chapter. Oh, and as you can see this chapter is longer then the other chapters. I hope that all of the characters are perfectly in character, though as I said in chapter one, characterization is all an interpretation anyway. Please review and let me know what you think. Suggestions are welcome, and so are flames.
---The Dancing Stars---
~Crystalnia~
Hermione flew stonily beside Peter watching as they headed to the forest covered ground. Landing was a relief for Hermione, but not as much as it was for Peter. He started to have that burning feeling again after he forgot Hermione's sorrow and dragged her along beside him. Peter landed gracefully on the ground before turning around grinning just in time to watch as Hermione landed with a plop and fell over,-unsteady after never landing like this- and dragging Peter down on top of her.
"Umfph." Peter might be light on his feet and light in the air but let him fall down on you, and he is really quite heavy. It was really somewhat uncomfortable. Peter on the other hand was experiencing other discomforts. For one he couldn't stop laughing at how horrible Hermione landed. For another the heat was returning and all rushing to one spot, and lastly he could hear movement in the trees around them. Peter took mercy on Hermione and jumped up looking around. Hermione let out a relieved breath before pushing herself up from the ground and joining Peter in looking around.
Peter could see Nobbs and the other lost boys huddling down attempting to be inconspicuous-a task that they might had succeeded in had it not been for the movement that caught Peter's attention. - "Lost boy's report!" Peter commanded while silently thanking the powers that be, that the heat had disappeared once he stood up.
As expected the lost boys groaned at being caught but quickly came out of their hiding spots and stood carefully in a row. Peter put his hands on his hips in a cocky way and sent a crow up into the air, in which the lost boys returned. Hermione cocked her head to the side making a mental note about the greeting rituals of boys, before carefully examining the new information-or people- she had in front of her. The boys seemed to be ranging in ages from 6 to 15, and all were wearing the most ridiculous outfits she had ever seen. One was wearing a skunks skin, another the feathers of a flamingo with a hat that had bears ears on it, and still yet another was wearing what looked like a kilt, except that it was made from beaver skin-complete with a beaver tail- and a beaver head covered his head. Come to think of it, Peter wasn't exactly dressed like a proper gentleman himself, what with his leaves and vines protecting him from being completely exposed to the world, and the elements of nature. Hermione had never seen such outfits in her life.
She was knocked out of her contemplation when one of the lost boys stepped forward, checked her out from head to toe and back again, and then nodded. "This is our mother then Peter?"
"What?" "Sure is Nobbs." Peter and her spoke at the same time.
As you can imagine Hermione was not pleased, not that she didn't want to be a mother or anything, but it was the fact that she wasn't consulted or even asked if she would like to be a mother. Another thing that had her angry is that Peter just waved her question away and suddenly she found herself in the middle of the group of children. Holding back a scream, or worse, and whishing she had her wand right about now -oh she would curse Peter for this- she gritted her teeth. "Hold on a moment!" She forced out, stopping the lost boys in there noisy talking and hyper actions to get attention. "Let me get this strait, I am your mother?"
"That's right Mum." A boy of about ten answered. Hermione sighed.
"Who's your father then?" She asked causing the lost boys to frown.
"We don't have one." Peter answered for the rest of the boys, Hermione's eyes widened in horror.
"Not you too Peter," she mumbled causing Peter great confusion. "I'm sorry boys," Hermione's voice softened as she looked around, no longer gritting her teeth and very resigned in what she was about to do. "I cannot be a single mother, especially to seven of you." She looked around in relief but also a little sadness.
Peter was angry; no one had ever defied him like this before. Sure the lost boys had tried to get out of line once in a while, but he always rapped them on there knuckles, but he could not do that to Hermione. "Then you can't stay." Peter answered her with a stubborn tilt to his chin.
"Fine, then I shall build my own place here in Neverland!" Hermione hissed back at Peter, not liking the tone he took with her. "I can not be a single mother! It isn't proper, to think a man would just up and leave me! It wouldn't happen." She justified.
"No, if you are not our mother you are not welcome in Neverland!" One of the boys called out. Hermione recognized him as the one in the flamingo feathers.
"I'll make you a deal," Hermione's eyes narrowed at them causing them all too instantly lean forward to hear the deal. "You present me with a father, and I shall be your mother, or you let me live here in Neverland, with no obligation and I'll."
"You'll what?" Another of the boys called out, the one dressed as a skunk.
"I'll do your sewing." Hermione nodded satisfied with her answer. The boys and Peter however were not.
"We want a mother, not a seamstress!" The beaver skin kilted boy yelled.
"Fine," a boy of about fifteen stepped forward tossing the other boys a smirk before turning a bright smile on Hermione. "If no one else will do it, I will take up the role of father." Hermione nodded at him then turned to address the others.
"Do you all agree to obey your father and me?" She asked confidently, satisfied everything was going to work out.
Amidst the loud chorus of yes's a very loud and affronted voice yelled out 'NO.'
Hermione, not one to be told what to do or have her plans messed up,- as her best friends Harry and Ron could have told anyone who dared ask,- rounded on the one voice who shouted 'NO.'
"Peter do you care to explain?" Hermione stomped her foot and raised an eyebrow in question. Annoyed that Peter would ruin the only solution that would work, and mentally running through the curses she would use just now on him, if she only had her wand.
Peter on the other hand, still angry from her earlier defiance pushed his way through the crowd of boys so that he was standing strait in front of Hermione causing her to have to tilt her head back just slightly. "No one can command the lost boys but me. Not another lost boy! Could you imagine Peter Pan, listening to those who listen to him?" His voice was seething with anger and venom. Hermione in response just tilted up her chin some more.
"Very well then Peter, are you volunteering to be the boys father?" Her voice was pure innocents, but her eyes revealed that she had Peter Pan right where she wanted him, between a rock and a hard place.
*** *** ***
Captain Giggles had only seen one other boy fly, besides the boy who was landing on his spic ship. Curiosity had him holding up his had to still anyone from attacking the intruder. For this did not look like Peter Pan, no this boys hair was much brighter in color, and he seemed to wear a robe instead of leaves.
"Welcome aboard my ship." He announced to the intruder as he landed directly in front of him.
Draco Malfoy had never seen such a pitiful man. Well he had, but his own father didn't count. What possessed him to land aboard what was obviously a pirate ship he didn't know. Maybe it was the stories he had heard when growing up, about how the pirates were always trying to kill Peter Pan. Or perhaps it was the fact that he would much rather be on board a clean ship then searching the forest and getting dirty. Who knows?
"Thank you captain." He waved his hand in dismissal and continued on not really caring what the captains name was. "I believe I have a proposition for you." Again he didn't know what possessed him to this sort of thing, but it didn't really matter,-after all he was doing it.- Captain Giggles nodded for him to go on, though the kids arrogance was driving him up the wall of his captain cabin, metaphorically speaking.
"You see, Peter Pan has something of mine." Something of his? Since when was Hermione Granger anyone's property? Ah, alas he would have to embellish to get the captain to help him. It was nothing more then that. After all she was a dirty mudbl.half-blood, who knew just what to say to hurt his pride. That was it, he wanted to get her, so he could punish her himself. That was all, that was what made him follow her here, what made him follow her voice up to the astronomy tower when he was making his rounds, and what was causing him to make a deal with this captain, who he didn't even know- or care to know, the captain's station was far below his after all.-
The captain studied the boy for a minute, he watched the boy's eternal struggle and knew the exact moment he had won.-At least for the moment- After all he himself was struggling. What could this boy offer to him? Could he really help him catch Peter Pan? He doubted it, but something was telling him to hear the arrogant boy out.
"What could you offer my crew in return for this item Peter Pan has taken from you?"
"You misunderstand me, it's not a what captain, it's a who. In turn for receiving her back, you will have Peter Pan dead; and loving it. Surely this is enough incentive?"
"I had planed on killing Pan anyway," Captain Giggles replied, "So your offer does not make me very ready to help you." He smiled sadistically; his right had tapped his nose a few times before he motioned to Snot Rag Jack, who had very bushy eyebrows to grab the boy.
Draco had been waiting for just the opportunity, he pulled out his wand, mumbled a curse here, a hex there, and pretty soon had the whole crew stopped in there tracks. The only one he left unharmed was the captain, who looked on amazed and dumbfounded. Draco pointed his wand at him.
"Now are you ready to help me?"
*** *** ***
"Be a father? Never." Peter hissed his voice so low that Hermione verily heard it. Nodding at him, she took a step back. Then turned around and walked away.
"Suit yourself Peter. It was a pleasure meeting you boys." She called behind her. Before the boys knew it, Hermione was gone, and no one dared make any move to go after her. After all they sure didn't want rapped on their knuckles.
*** *** ***
It was strange, but this island did not look so large from the air. Hermione had only taken a few turns and she was undeniably lost. If she had her wand she would just do the direction spell and be on her way, but no she had to drop it when Peter did that stupid egotistical trick on her. That bloody jerk. She should have known he brought her here for an alternate reason, not just because she asked him too. She kicked a stick out of her way and continued walking, not paying attention to the tick-tock slowly getting louder with every step she took.
Hermione did notice however the footsteps behind her. Even though they were very muffled and well placed, she had trained herself to listen for footsteps of the like- a benefit of being friends with Harry and Ron, and always watching out for enemies that would attack them. - Carefully Hermione turned her head so that she could see behind her in her peripheral vision without anyone realizing what she was doing. She didn't like what she saw, and again cursed herself for having dropped her wand. Behind her were about 5 warrior Indians, all of them scowling and watching her every move. Taking a deep breath Hermione turned her head back to its original position and started to walk a little faster. The tick-tocks volume entered her panicking mind, and her heart started to beat in time to it. It was so loud now that it was distracting. She turned her head to the left and saw the ugliest crocodile she had ever seen. Opening her mouth she let out the most terrified scream she had ever made.
A hand shot out and covered her mouth, successfully killing the rest of the scream in her throat. There was a hiss in her ear that she interpreted as 'silence' and so she complied, not wanting the Indian warrior to be angrier at her. Unfortunately the crocodile had heard her and turned its head strait to where she was standing the warrior behind her, and more to the sides of her, all having out a weapon.
The crocodile made a hiss and then leapt at the group conjugated in front of him. Hermione was pushed to the forest floor out of the way of the fighting. She watched in fascination as the crocodile's long teeth grabbed one of the warriors and begin to chew him up with amazing vigor. The warrior did not scream as he was being eaten, only brought his tomahawk up to the crocodile and began to hack away at its nose. The other warriors quickly surrounded the crock and started to hack away at its other parts in much the same fashion as there fellow warrior- though they were not being eaten alive.- Blood was flying everywhere,-much to Hermione's horror- and the crocodile was struggling, lashing out with its tail, trying to finish the man in his mouth off so that he could go for the next man, and he was beginning to roll, attempting to squish the other warriors who were hacking away at his sides. Luckily he did not succeed as the warriors were able to jump aside just in time, then continue on with there task. The whole battle lasted about five minutes before finally the crocodile slumped down dead, a half eaten warrior in his mouth.
Hermione saw the warrior men start to walk over to her then, so she did the only thing she could think of doing without her wand. She pushed herself up and ran like the devil himself was after her, demanding her sacrificed.
*** *** ***
As it was, it wasn't just the Indian Warriors and the crocodile that heard Hermione scream, no it was all the creatures around Neverland. Including Peter Pan, the lost boys, and those on the ship anchored close to Neverland, Captain Giggles and Draco Malfoy. However, it was not Peter Pan, as you would expect, who came swooping in to save Hermione from a fate that she didn't know. It was Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was being showed to his guest cabin as he heard the scream, and as luck would have it, the scream was close by.-and one that he recognized- So he quickly took off, hollering to the captain that he would be back. And with the thought of being able to put Hermione in her place, once he saved her, he flew at the highest speed he could manage. Finally spotting the busy hair girl running from a pack of what appeared to be warriors he swooped down and grabbed her up in her arms. Instinct came over Hermione and she wrapped her arms around him so that she wouldn't fall. Of course her still panicking mind never registered it was Draco Malfoy, rather then the flying boy who brought her to Neverland or else she might have just screamed again and struggled to get back to the ground and the Indian warriors. Never before having been so scared and helpless, and not sure how to react to it she buried her head into her rescuers shoulder.
Draco flew for about a mile or so changing directions every once in a while so that the Indians could not find them so easily. As much as he enjoyed having Hermione weak and scared in his arms, there was also a major part of him that wanted her standing up and threatening him like the strong witch she was. So he landed and set Hermione gently on the sandy ground that overlooked the crystal waters, or he tried to, but Hermione was clinging onto him for dear life. "Granger, I know how much you can't resist me, but do you think you can let go, your choking me."
Hermione's head snapped up and her eyes widened in horror. She quickly let go of his shirt, brought her hands up to wipe away the few tears that had escaped her eyes, and then stood up. "Malfoy? What the. how did you get here?"
"Come on Granger, you should know by now that if I want to go somewhere I go." He shot her a haughty look to which she replied to by raising an eyebrow.
"Malfoy how?" Hermione demanded crossing her arms over her breasts.
"Just a little Pixie dust Hermione, you've read the story as well as I did. I just borrowed some from your silly little 'Peter' and followed you here." He smiled in satisfaction when her face gained a healthy red.
"Did you just call me Hermione? Malfoy what kind of game are you playing?" Draco's eyes widened in horror this time.
"In your dreams Granger. Now do you need saved anymore or can I go back to what I was doing before I had to rescue you?"
"What were you doing?" Draco Malfoy wished he could have held his tongue, or maybe even cut it out, but he couldn't help it, and what he said next, would probably ruin the rest of his stay in Neverland.
"Building a house Granger. Care to help? If you're a good girl I may even let you stay in the guest room.for a small price."
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If Peter felt angry earlier, it was nothing to how he felt now. He had gotten to Hermione just in time to see that stupid boy,-Malfoy he believed Hermione called him, - swoop down and carry Hermione away. First off, that was his job, and second that was his.oh he didn't know what she was, she refused to be his mother, and secretly he was grateful, but he refused to be her husband,-he refused to think about how that made him feel- so he didn't know, he just knew she was his. Oh and the lost boys of course.
He had followed them to the shore and had watched from the tree's there interaction. The worst of it all, however, was that Malfoy, had offered Hermione a place to stay, and she seemed to actually be considering it. Peter had always thought himself a fair boy, but at that moment, he wanted nothing more then to be unfair and kill Malfoy, even if he wasn't armed.
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A.N. Thank you for reading, I am very excited about the number of reviews I have received. It makes me write faster. I hope you like my story so far. I have fun plans for Hermione in the next chapter. Oh, and as you can see this chapter is longer then the other chapters. I hope that all of the characters are perfectly in character, though as I said in chapter one, characterization is all an interpretation anyway. Please review and let me know what you think. Suggestions are welcome, and so are flames.