Blurb: Frustrated with her parents and tired of being "Little Miss Perfect" Hermione Granger takes off to a beautiful Carribean island where she meets an odd yet alluring stranger who is rather fond of rum…
Author's Note: I'm fully aware that this could never have happened because of the obvious time difference, but just go with it. The idea came to me after watching Pirates of the Carribean a few months back. I'm not sure exactly why, I just thought it would be fun. I had completely forgotten about it until just a few days ago, so I sat down and wrote it all out. (Please excuse the shifts in point of view and any other strange mistakes I've made. It was just for fun.) I'm going to try and post up new "chapters" (rather short) at least once a week.
Chapter One
"Hermione Jane Granger, you get back in this house right this instant!"
Oh no, she's used my middle name, Hermione thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes at her mother who yelled from the front doorway. She did not turn around, but kept marching down the sidewalk.
"I mean it, young lady, don't you take one more step!"
She was sick of this. Truly and utterly sick, so that she felt it in her stomach, behind her eyes, in the back of her throat. Hermione stopped, looked over her shoulder, and as she met her mother's eyes she took another big step, slamming her boot down on the sidewalk.
Her mother gasped, not able to believe her perfect daughter's direct disobedience.
"Hermione." Her father appeared in the doorway now as well. "Come back in and let's discuss this logically." He was the quieter one of her parents.
"NO!" she yelled back as she spun to face them both. She caught the flick of a curtain from the side of their house; it looked like her little sister was spying from her bedroom when she was supposed to be doing homework. "I've tried to discuss it logically, but you just won't listen!" She stuffed her fists into the pockets of her wool coat and glared, feeling her fingers tighten around her wand. She knew she shouldn't use magic outside of school. She was mere months from graduating Hogwarts, and really really didn't want to risk getting in trouble right now.
But she also really really wanted to get far away from here. Somewhere calm, with no yelling mothers. Somewhere peaceful, with no maddeningly composed fathers. Somewhere with no spying little sisters, noisy arguments, university brochures, columns of numbers and piles of papers. And SNOW! Merlin's shorts, was she ever sick of snow! It had done nothing but snow since she had come home for the Christmas holidays.
All of a sudden, she decided. She was going. She was getting out of here, and going some place warm to relax for a day or two. She didn't care if she got in trouble for using magic outside of school. She didn't care how angry her parents would be, or how worried, if she just disappeared.
And that's exactly what she did. Just disappeared…
