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

Once again, thanks to my wonderful reviewers!

MrsBloomTheFirst: Thank you sooo much! I know it's random, but I thought hey, maybe people might want to read a story about Will and Hermione. I'm glad you like it! P.S. Very cool penname. ;)

Tears-That-Fall: Oh yeah…it's all about Will:D

Captain-Ammie: Yes, Fred and George do rock; they keep Will in the picture! Thanks for reviewing!

Jellemegg: Thanks, I like the plot too, lol. Yep, it's kinda obvious that I 'love' Orlando Bloom! (What an understatement)

SenatorSolo: Yep, Balian is from KoH. I'm glad you liked the E-Town trailer! Ugh, October seems so far away…but it won't be long until we 'meet' Drew!

InwePirate-Elf: Aw, you are too kind! I'm glad you like the HP/PotC mix. Oh man, it would be tough to decide which to have a daydream about…Balian or Will. Heck, I'd shell out 20 galleons and try both!

WillsOneLove: Dude, you are so awesome! You reviewed all three chapters in a row! I'll bet a lot of us wish they were Hermione…hehe! Who wouldn't want to have a daydream about Will, the hottest blacksmith-turned-pirate alive? Yeah, you are correct…you wouldn't want to run into a Death Eater. Those guys (and gals) are pure EVIL! You saw KoH and liked it…you are now my new best friend! No, seriously I'm glad you liked the movie. He was sooo amazing in it, and of course looked super sexy as always. :P I mean, how many guys can pull of the beard look and not look too macho? Although I was seriously disappointed by the lack of KoH fanfic, so I broke down and wrote one myself. Thanks again for your encouraging reviews!

Ch. 4: You're a Witch?

When Hermione heard the news that Fred and George had invented a way of extending the daydream charms, she immediately sent her original box to their store. In her opinion, spending ten galleons on another charm to see her dashing pirate was money well spent. The next few weeks were so busy that she hardly had time to think about the arrival of her new charm.

Two weeks later at breakfast

"Please pass the marmalade," Hermione asked Ron, who to her annoyance didn't hear her because he was so engrossed in his conversation with Lavender.

"Here you are," sighed Harry, placing it in front of her. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately; I doubt he means to ignore you…"

"Thanks, Harry. Sometimes it seems that boy is missing a sensitivity chip," said Hermione sadly. I still wish we could be friends, but his stupid airhead girlfriend won't allow even that.

"Have Ginny and Dean been getting alone alright? I know she likes to confide in you…" Harry trailed off when he noticed Hermione's knowing smirk.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked lightly.

"Oh come off it, Hermione," he answered, a bit perturbed. "I'm just concerned about our Quidditch team; I want to make sure my teammates are getting along."

"Hmm, I didn't even know Dean was on the Quidditch team. He didn't play when we hammered Ravenclaw last match…"

"Yeah, well that was before Katie got hurt," Harry stated bitterly. Who ever gave her that poisoned necklace has a sick mind…putting a poor innocent girl like Katie in St. Mungo's hospital deserves to be put in Azkaban. "I had to replace her, and Dean was the best Chaser I could find."

"I'd forgotten that…" Suddenly, a great screech sounded; all eyes in the Great Hall fixed on a tawny owl, who was swooping down towards the Gryffindor table. The owl landed just in front of Hermione with a rather large package tied to his foot marked 'urgent'.

"I'm sorry Miss Granger," wheezed Filch, who'd just entered the room. "I tried to stop him, but he slipped from my grasp."

"That's quite alright, Mr. Filch. It's, um, a birthday present. But thank you for your services." Filch nodded, scowled at the student body and left.

"But I thought your birthday wasn't until –"

"Harry, shh!" The bushy-haired witch gave him a meaningful look and he fell silent. "It's not important. Anyway, tell me again how you managed to catch the snitch in the Ravenclaw match?" Harry shrugged, for Hermione had never shown much interest in Quidditch in the past.

"Well, it wasn't easy…" Hermione barely listened to him as she finished her breakfast, eager to try out her extended daydream charm in her next period, which happened to be a free one. At last the golden plates were magically cleared and students began to file out of the Great Hall.

"Hey, is that what I think it is?" Ginny caught up to her older friend as they headed to class. Hermione nodded, grinning. "Not fair…I'm their sister! Why didn't they send me mine first!"

"I'll bet it's already on its way. They do make priorities for paying customers, you know," she joked. "Well, I'm off to try it out!" Ginny stared at the box wistfully.

"Let me know how it turns out; I'll see you in the common room tonight."

"I will," she promised. Hermione waved to her friend as they went their separate ways. The sixth years made their way to study hall, and most of them took out their books, preparing to study the morning away. Harry was one of them – he seemed to be taking his education more seriously this year, after he learned of the prophecy. I don't know how he does it, living his life knowing that he must be the one to kill the most feared wizard of our age. Yet, some were not as concerned with academic matters. Over in a snug corner of the room, Hermione spotted Lavender seated in Ron's lap. While a Charms book lay open before them, she doubted that much studying was being done. Oh well, I suppose I can let my homework wait this once.

Hermione eagerly opened her box, finding the new incantation written inside. Not wanting those around her to hear her casting the spell, she waved her wand and whispered "Muffilato!" She then knew it was safe to cast her daydream charm. Carefully, she got out her DADA textbook, placed it upright on the table, and hid behind it just before she cast the incantation.

This time, the charm took her directly to the pirate ship, the 'Black Pearl'. She wasn't as dizzy as last time, and inwardly thanked the twins for their improvements. Brushing the dirt off of her beautiful gown, Hermione stood up and found Will staring at her from across the deck.

"Hermione!" He yelled, running towards her. "It's so good to see you!"

"And you as well, Will," she breathlessly greeted him, falling into his strong embrace. "I've missed you," she admitted. Thankfully he didn't ask where she'd gone, and she wasn't about to tell him. He smoothed a stray hair away from her face, and they gazed into each other's eyes. They leaned closer, and closer. Will's lips grazed hers and then –"

They heard a loud tinkling of breaking glass coming from below decks, and an angry shout. "Blast! Where's all the rum gone!" Hermione reluctantly pulled away, as the moment was ruined.

"Was that your captain?" she asked.

"Yes, that's Captain Sparrow; he does that," Will supplied helpfully. "I should throw him overboard for being so disruptive."

"Or I could hex him for you, and save you the trouble." Hermione realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. "I-I mean, what I meant by that was…" she stammered uselessly as Will backed away from her, as if she was one of Hagrid's dangerous monsters.

"You're a witch," he stated, with venom, his face contorted in a look of pain along with a bit of fear.

"No, Will, I'm not like that," Hermione tried to explain. "I don't use my magic for power or evil, I use it for good.

"I could turn you over to the authorities," Will said, in a deadly whisper.

"Right," Hermione snorted. "You, a pirate turn me in; I'd like to see you try."

"You're not normal; stay away from me!" Will cried, raising his voice.

"No!" Hermione protested in anguish. "Will, please listen to me. This is exactly why our kind never reveals ourselves to people like you. You have a terrible prejudice against us." Will frowned, but allowed her to keep speaking. "I'm not going to hurt you; here, I'll even give you my wand." She handed it to him, and he took it warily, expecting it to go off. "There, I am unarmed. Now if you swear not to tell a soul, I can try and explain what being a witch truly entails."

"I swear," he said, finally after giving it much thought.

"Thank you. You see, the wizarding community has existed as long as you Muggles, non-magical folk, have lived. As you probably know, we do use brooms for traveling. I'm afraid somehow, long ago, word of an evil witch or wizard reached Muggle ears, which has made the lot of you wrongly afraid of us. However, almost all witches and wizards use their powers for good. We are as civilized as you – for instance I attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is carefully hidden from Muggle eyes."

"Yes, but you cast spells, don't you!" Will cut in. "You threatened to 'hex' Jack!" Hermione sighed.

"I was only joking Will. Yes we do learn some hexes, but we are to only use them in self-defense. Our knowledge is very valuable; for instance we have healers who are far more advanced in the ways of medicine than your doctors."

"What else can you do?" the pirate asked curiously, his cold manner slipping away.

"Let's see, right now we're is learning to apparate," she told him, smiling. "Apparition is when one disappears and then reappears in a different specified place. I was the first in my entire class to learn how to apparate successfully."

"That's impressive," Will complimented her. Not wanting to sound arrogant, she added, "But most of my classmates successfully apparated just after I did; it's no big deal." Will smirked at her.

"Well then if it's no big deal, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing me. Go ahead, apparate into the Crow's Nest," he challenged her.

"I'll try." Not wanting to dwell on what could happen if she splinched herself in a daydream, Hermione deeply concentrated on the Crow's Nest. Closing her eyes tight, she felt a strange squeezing sensation.

"That was unbelieveable!" called an astonished Will from the deck far below Hermione. She opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief – at least she knew that she could apparate under pressure. After that, the test should be a piece of cake! "Now come on down!" The bushy-haired witch appeared next to him just moments later.

"What do you think about witches now, Mr. Turner?" Will sighed, and ran his fingers through his long chocolate hair.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger. I have offended you…but it's not every day one learns that witches and wizards are real."

"That's alright, Will," she told him softly. "I think you took it rather well; thanks for not turning me in."

"I wouldn't have done that anyway," he assured her. "I was just afraid, as well as confused. It must be true, that humans are afraid of the unknown," he mused. Will moved close to Hermione again and lightly pressed his lips to her forehead.

"And who might this young strumpet be, William?" Hermione and Will spun around in surprise.

"Captain Sparrow, I presume?" The young witch took in the pirate's eccentric appearance and gathered that this must be the pirate that was in Ginny's daydream.

"Right you are, luv. Good choice whelp," said Jack, waving his hand in Hermione's general direction, "I like this one; she knows how to address me properly." Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared at Jack.

"Don't call him whelp!" Sparrow chuckled.

"I'll call him whatever I feel like. I'm the Captain, savvy?" Will shook his head, wanting her to drop the matter, but Hermione decided to have a bit of fun messing with the Captain's mind. She leaned over to Will and whispered,

"Watch this…it's a non-verbal spell." Wingardium Leviosa! Jack's disheveled three-cornered hat began to slowly rise in the air. At first he took no notice, but then the pirate must've felt the wind on his previously covered head.

"Me hat!" Jack screamed, as Hermione told it to hang in the air just out of his reach. Will couldn't contain his laughter as Jack chased his hat all around the ship, which always floated away from his grasp seeming to have a mind of its own. Finally, Hermione had pity on the poor man and slowly dropped the hat directly on to Sparrow's head.

"You've got to lay off the rum, Jack," advised Will. "It makes you do strange things." Captain Sparrow wisely decided to return below decks, muttering about his hat being bewitched. "Now where were we?" said Will, in his soft-spoken yet captivating voice. Will gently captured Hermione's lips and they soon became lost in their own passion-filled world. Snogging has never felt so good. Eventually, Will released her and they caught their breath. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Will moved on to kiss her neck and Hermione couldn't contain her sighs of pleasure.

"Oh Will," she softly moaned, closing her eyes as he peppered her neck with his kisses. Hermione was so lost in the moment that she didn't realize right away that Will had stopped his ministrations.

"Will, don't stop," she protested, realizing that his tingling lips had left her neck. Laughter rang out from the sixth year Gryffindors as they caught Hermione in the act of her daydreaming. Hermione froze, grimaced, and finally dared to open her eyes. An embarrassed-looking Harry stood before her, having just broken her daydream.

"Er," he stammered, "Study hall is over, 'Mione." She shook herself awake.

"Of course it is; I was just resting. Shall we go to Potions?" she asked brightly. Harry looked at her warily.

"Uh, sure." He stared at her curiously. "Are you alright, Hermione?" The young witch glanced over at Ron, who was frowning at her. Hermione smirked with satisfaction.

"Never better, Harry."

End Ch. 4

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