Disclaimer: Hermione, Ginny and the other HP characters belong to JKR, not me. Jack and Will from PotC belong to Disney.

A/N: Judging from all my hits and reviews, I decided to continue. Thanks to all who gave me feedback…you guys rock! Oh yeah, and if you haven't figured it out by now, the italics are Hermione's thoughts. I'm updating as fast as I can, but I'm also working on a PotC story at the moment. These plot bunnies keep popping up everywhere…they're multiplying! So…be patient. : )

Captain-Ammie: This is my first time at one of these crossover thingies, so I hope it turns out alright. I'm glad you like it so far!

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LighteningExperience: Wouldn't daydream charms be nice, lol! Johnny Depp is a brilliant actor, loved the Jack character that he created, he totally deserved the Oscar nomination, yada yada yada… However, I'm sorry hun, but there are 1.5 billion JackOC stories out there and hardly any Will ones. Besides, my penname should've given it away which pirate I'd be writing about. ;) I'm a Bloom fan and proud of it! I really think that Ginny is more suited for Jack…she has more of a fun(ny) personality like the twins. Where as I totally think Hermione'd be perfect for Will…

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Ch. 2: He's a Pirate

Hermione roughly tumbled about in the air, until she stopped spinning and found herself standing in a stark white room. Mentally shaking herself, she wondered if she'd taken a faulty portkey. Oh no, what if I've been ensnared by the Death Eaters! Voldemort got to Harry when he had Crouch Jr. transfigure the Tri-Wizard Cup into a portkey…But then she remembered casting the daydream charm. At least she knew how she came to be in this odd place. I mustn't fret; this is all a part of the spell. At least I still have my wand. The young witch pondered what to do next when a cool female voice sounded, resounding throughout the room.

"Who are you!" Hermione asked in wonderment, clearly shocked at being addressed by name by a voice that seemed to come from thin air. "And how did you know my name?"

"Your name was on the box as the recipient of this daydream charm, was it not?" The voice answered in a puzzled but polite tone. Ginny must've written my name, I suppose.

"Yes, I suppose," said Hermione. "Well, go on then. Give me your instructions." If the voice had a face it would've beamed.

"Very well, Miss Hermione. You are about to about to create your very own daydream…about Quidditch!" Hermione's shoulders slumped.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed, clearly disappointed. "I thought it was a romantic daydream about sailing on a ship with a handsome pirate."

"Only kidding!" The voice brightly replied. "It is a pirate daydream." Those damn Weasley twins! I can't believe I fell for that. "Let's get on with the questionnaire, shall we?" Hermione nodded eagerly, her annoyance fading as a small smile beginning to form on her face. "Where would you like for your daydream to take place?" Out of nowhere, names of places began to glow in golden letters, hanging in the air. "Tap your wand on the name to see its photograph." Hermione promptly tapped on the sparkling words 'Port Royal, Jamaica', remembering Ginny's advice. The words instantly transformed into a picturesque setting of your average Caribbean island, complete with palm trees, beaches, and a pirate ship swaying on the ocean in the background.

"I'd like to go here," she told the voice. Receiving no answer, she added, "please". The voice laughed pleasantly.

"As you wish, dear. Right - for the next part you must tap five qualities that you would like to see in your pirate." Once again, various types of adjectives materialized in the air. Skimming the shimmering words, Hermione decided on 'kind', 'loving', 'honest', and 'brave'. There was also the option of 'other' which she tapped, and swishing her wand, wrote 'good listener'.

"Venerable choices," the voice approved. "Now, on to your pirate's looks. Handsome is a given, but the specifics are up to you…" Hermione interrupted the voice before any words could appear.

"I'd like for him to be tall, with long brown hair and brown eyes," she said, firmly. I don't want to be reminded of a certain insensitive redhead during my daydream.

"Good, good," the voice muttered. "Aha! I have just the pirate for you; I don't think there is any way you're going to be disappointed with this one." Hermione grinned in anticipation.

"Excellent! Well, thanks a lot for your help…"

"Wait just a moment, we aren't done just yet young lady," said the voice, amused at her impatience. "You still need to pick one thing that you'd like to change, temporarily of course, about yourself."

"Oh." Hermione bit her lip, thinking hard. "Er, right. Let's see, does it has to be something physical?" When the voice answered 'no', she brightened. "What I'd really like is to be less intimidating to boys. I'm known for being bossy…I'd like to be modest naturally, like most girls are."

"Alright. I'll take care of that," the voice promised. "Off you go and enjoy…but just remember, when your thirty minutes are up, a fog will descend on the ship. Once that happens, you will automatically awaken where you were when you cast the charm." Hermione nodded and was once again tossed through the air in a blur of light and sound.

The bright young witch landed softly in a crouching position. Taking in her surroundings, Hermione saw that she was hidden from view behind a pile of old wooden crates. Seagulls flew over her head. A salty scent assaulted her nose, and once she saw the swaying horizon, she knew that she was on a pirate ship. Indeed I am, for I can feel the waves calmly rocking the ship. This is brilliant, the charm actually worked! Well, I better not waste any of my precious time. Trying to stand, Hermione stumbled and fell on her behind.

It was then that she noticed that she was no longer wearing her Hogwarts robes. Somehow, the charm had transformed her clothes into an exquisite 18th century-style periwinkle gown, complete with a corset and lace trimmings. Hermione tried to nervously run her fingers through her hair, but found that it was pinned up in a neat bun. This is unbelievable! I'll have to congratulate those boys on how realistic and detailed their charm is. While an astonished Miss Granger was too busy examining her new dress, she was unaware that someone had heard her fall and had come over to investigate what caused the sound.

"Hello, Miss. May I help you up?" Hermione froze as she heard the lilting deep voice address her. She looked up and there he was; her pirate. Just as the voice had promised.

"Who are you?" Hermione was unable to stop staring at the man. Handsome was not a strong enough word to describe him. He was beautiful but in a masculine sense. Indeed, he had long, thick dark hair and haunting brown eyes. The pirate wore a simple white shirt and brown pants; however his shirt was left unbuttoned. When the wind blew in a certain direction, Hermione had quite a view of his toned chest and abdominal muscles. Thankfully she still had enough sense not to squeal at the sight of his flawless tan skin; after all she was no Lavender or Parvati, who would've fainted long before now. I'll buy Fred and George the best Christmas presents they've ever had this year. Merlin, he is absolutely gorgeous! But when he spoke again, all thoughts of the twins and her magical world suddenly ceased.

"My name is Will Turner; at your service, my lady." He gave her a small bow and offered her his hand. Shyly, she placed her small hand in his, and he gently pulled her to a standing position.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to intrude or disrupt anything on your ship," she stammered. Will chuckled, and interestingly didn't seem surprised in the slightest that she had appeared out of nowhere.

"This isn't my ship; the Captain would throttle me if I claimed ownership of his beloved 'Black Pearl'. I'm his first mate."

"Oh," replied Hermione, smiling dreamily at Will. "I see." Great, 'Mione. Way to make intelligent conversation. Come on, say something! Anything! "I suppose I should introduce myself – I'm Hermione Granger." She held out her hand to shake hands with Will, but he brought it to his lips and kissed it instead.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Granger." The young witch blushed considerably at his old-fashioned gesture. She felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine as his lips grazed the tops of her hand. His lovely voice wasn't helping matters either.

"Just call me Hermione," she said, finally looking at him properly. Will nodded.

"That's a beautiful name. Have you ever read the 'Iliad'? One of the character's names is Hermione; she is Helen of Troy's daughter." She gazed at him in admiration.

"Of course I've read it!" Hermione had breezed through the ancient Muggle book when she was just eight, wanting to learn about her namesake. "You like to read!" Oh this is so perfect; I've found an intellectual and handsome pirate. Will colored a bit and gave her a tiny smile.

"I do whenever I can find the time. I try to borrow a good book and just get lost in it. I've liked to read since I was very young, when my mother taught me how." She grinned at him.

"I too have had a passion for reading from an early age." Will sat on one of the small crates and motioned for her to do the same.

"So, tell me about yourself, Hermione." The young witch quickly averted her eyes from his chest and made eye-contact with her new acquaintance.

"Oh, that's alright. I haven't had a very exciting life. Now a pirate's life, that's something I'd love to hear about. For instance, were you always a pirate? Tell me about your adventures!" Will pursed his lips, as he was not sure if he wanted to do that.

"It's a long story; are you sure you want to hear it?" Hermione nodded eagerly, so he gave in.

"I was named after my father, a pirate known as Bootstrap Bill…" As Will told his life's story, they walked all over the ship for Will was making his inspections. Hermione was content to listen to Will talk, and very much appreciated his action-packed story. She laughed when he got to the part concerning his best friend, Captain Jack Sparrow, who in fact owned this ship. "…In the end, I decided to sign on with Jack, and here I've stayed, perfecting my pirate ways." Pirate ways…as in killing? Swordfighting?

"Have you had to kill often?" She tried to keep her tone casual.

"I only kill in self-defense," Will answered, matter-of-factly. "Jack is a brilliant pirate; he knows how to pillage without causing hardly any harm to others." Hermione nodded, satisfied with his response. "Well, you've seen all of the ship except what's below – and between you and me, I'd prefer if we let the Captain sleep. He's in a cranky mood." Hermione giggled and agreed with him. "But I need to check the crow's nest. Would you like to come with me? It's a great view." The young witch eyed the lofty crow's nest warily. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall," he told her softly.

"Alright, I'll go with you," she agreed. For some reason, she felt that she could trust Will. "As long as you let me climb up first."

"Fair enough." Will watched as Hermione hitched up her petticoats and gown so that she could climb the long rope ladder. "It's easier if you don't look down." Soon she was climbing at a reasonable place with the blacksmith-turned-pirate climbing right behind her. Hermione had almost reached the top when her left foot slipped off the ladder rung. Holding on tightly with her hands, she was able to find her footing again quickly enough. But it was good to feel Will's strong hand on the small of her back, good to know that he was watching out for her. They made it into the crow's nest with no further incidents.

"Thank you," Hermione whispered. She was visibly shaken by the little mishap, so Will pulled her into a protective embrace. "I thought for sure that I was going to fall…" He stroked her cheeks, trying his best to soothe the tense girl.

"I promised I wouldn't let you fall," he pointed out. He held her for a moment and she calmed down. "Now, don't let that little slip ruin this spectacular view. He let her go, and Hermione grabbed the side of the crow's nest, gazing at the dying sun's orange rays.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. "It's so peaceful up here. Do you come here often?" Again he laughed in amusement, showing off his white teeth. Ah, that smile. He should smile more often. It about does me in.

"I wish! No, I'm needed on deck, where Jack can get a hold of me easily. One of my duties is to supervise the crew; make sure they are working, that sort of thing." He winced, as if mentally scolding himself. "You don't want to hear all that, I've talked enough today already. So, tell me about your life." When she protested, he pressed, "I really want to hear about it! Even if you say it is boring."

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," she joked, relenting. Hmm, how much can I really tell him? I'd rather not bring up the whole witch thing. "Well, right now I'm still in school. When I'm not studying, I'm usually reading or spending time with my good friends Ginny, Harry, and Ron..."

"Wait a moment," Will interrupted, confused. "You go to school with boys?" Uh oh. I forgot that women didn't go to school with men in the 18th century. Stupid muggles.

"Uh, it's a private academy; it's kind of an experiment to see if both sexes should go to school together." Hermione tried to 'explain' her slip of the tongue, and thankfully Will believed her story.

"And what do you think? How is the experiment working for you, going to school with boys?" Will asked, curiously. Hermione sighed, not knowing how to give a true answer.

"Well, Harry and I get along really well…" She stopped, not wanting to go on. Will took her hand gently.

"And Ron? It's alright, you can tell me." Hermione gazed into his piercing dark eyes, and saw that he truly cared about hearing her story."

"Well, to be honest, he didn't even view me as a 'real girl' until we had our first school ball. But even then he asked me as a last resort…" Hermione tearfully confided in Will the whole story behind Ron Weasley and the pain that he was causing her. "…And now he has this simpering girlfriend, and all they do is snog each other senseless. It's so unfair! What does Lavender have that I don't? He must think that she's prettier, or more fun to be with, or…"

"I'm sure that's not it," Will consoled her. "My guess would be that he really does like you, but is too intimidated to tell you his feelings because he's afraid he can never measure up to you." His eyes took on a pained, far-away look, but then he was smiling once me. "You are a kind, beautiful, and very intelligent young woman, Hermione Granger."

"No I'm not," she mumbled. "You're just saying that to be nice." Will shook his head 'no'. "You've only just met me; I don't believe you." Hermione crossed her arms, not daring to believe that this dashing and kind pirate actually thought she was beautiful.

"Well if that didn't convince you, then maybe this will." William Turner closed the distance between them and gave Hermione a light, chaste kiss. Poor Hermione was so shocked that she stumbled backwards.

"I-I-I….thanks." Will took hold of her hands and they gazed into each other's eyes.

"You are most welcome." Suddenly, an unnatural heavy fog began to settle around the ship. Hermione gasped as she realized that her time with Will had come to an end. Thirty minutes flies when you are having fun. Or when you are spending time with a gorgeous pirate, who actually listens to your silly woes.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." She squeezed his hands and he let go reluctantly.

"I know," he said, understandingly, with a tinge of sadness.

"Goodbye, William. Thank you for everything!" Hermione called out, just before being enveloped by the white fog. Then she was spinning, her head was throbbing from all of the strange traveling.

Eventually, her head cleared and she found herself in her bed, in Gryffindor tower. Hermione leapt out of bed, still energized from her 'trip'. No way was she going to sleep now. Looking down at her clothes, she noted that thankfully her school robes had returned. She flew down the stairs to find Ginny studying among her peers in the common room.

"Gin!" Hermione squealed, pulling the redhead away from her Transfiguration homework and into a corner.

"What is it, 'Mione?" Ginny stared at her curiously. Hermione could barely contain her enthusiasm.

"You'll never believe what just happened to me!"

End Ch. 2

A/N: So what'd you think of Hermione and Will's encounter? Come on, I've gotten over 150 hits, I know you are reading this.