A/N: Hey! It seems in my reviews, I got a few questions. Well, I'll answer them now...

Beth- Yeah, it's like Pirates of the Carinean. That's kinda where I'm drawing the era info from. Same clothes, etc.

mim- It's been three years since Draco and Hermione kissed. I went back to change the chapters, and I'm gonna put dates everytime a scene, character, or chapter changes. I tend to jump around and confuse people, sorry.

Oh, and to all that asked, which was a few of you- The story will be mostly in hermione's point of view, but either in the next chapter, or the one after, I'm gonna REALLY get inside his head and all.

And I'm sorry if you guys dont like how the characters are different, but I kinda gave up on trying to get their personalities similar to the book. It's just too hard!

Hmmmm... last thing, like I said, I'll give some info everytime a scene, character, or chapter changes. This is what it all means: Day, Month & # day, Which charater's point of view I'm writing, where they are.

Sorry for the delay, my internet has been down for a while around here, but now its back!

Happy Reading! (PLEASE R&R!)

Disclaimer: !RETTOP YRRAH NWO TON OD I (Now, read it in reverse.)


Thursday, May 21st- Hermione- Pirate ship

One week past, a century gone. Hermione sat on the cot now called her own. So much had happened in so little time, that it was hard to believe she was ever anywhere else but here. Here on a pirate ship, captive of a band of ruffians. But, it was only seven days since she'd seen Harry and Ron last. Seven days…

So little time, so much to happen. Hermione could just close her eyes and the recent memories would flood her mind willingly. Seven days ago? Well, it would obviously start with that first day. After she woke up to the bright sun on her face. The day after she first met the crew and captain.

It was a Thursday, wasn't it? Yeah, a beautiful Thursday morning. Hermione focused her mind to remember. To recall.

That day, she had awoken with worry on her mind and no idea what was to follow.

No idea what was to follow…


Thursday, May 14th- Hermione- Pirate Ship

Sunlight poured like honey through the tiny window high up in the wall. As the pirate ship moved across the ocean, the spot of light coming through the window shifted. At around 10 o'clock that morning it crossed Hermione's sleeping form, waking her from a deep sleep, and a dream she couldn't remember after waking up.

Yawning and stretching, Hermione began the process of getting her body fully alert. And, a few more stretches, and a few more yawns later, she felt as ready as she was ever going to be. Because, beyond those cabin doors lay something she would be forced to face. Something she had learned to hate. Something that had taken her from the life she knew so well, and into the unknown.

Her enemies. The band of pirates.

Yes, she told herself; beyond that door must be the eighth level of hell. Her bones, and marrow, and blood running through her veins vibrated back and forth with unnatural shivers. It was warm outside, but she felt as cold as ice.

Last night she had spent hours replaying everything that went on aboard this alien ship, and had decided it was all a dream. No true pirates would respect her and treat her with a certain amount of kindness. No pirates would laugh with her and be impressed by her fighting skills. And, NO pirates would kidnap her, and then restrain from beating her for information, or holding her for ransom, or getting pleasure by finding nasty ways to kill her. It just didn't happen.

Whatever she had dreamed before was gone, and reality was about to kick in. She was going to be prepared for the true monstrous beings waiting for her behind the closed door. The ruffians and rogues she heard stories about. Her dream was over.

Hermione set her shoulders and narrowed her eyes, and moved towards the door. She reached out a hand and clasped the knob hard. Wiggling it proved that it was unlocked, which surprised her. But, she should take what she was given, and let herself out.

The knob turned. The door swung open. And Pansy -the pirate play mate- stood in front of her.

Hermione let out a yelp of surprise, and took a step backwards, nearly tripping over her own feet. There were currently three reasons for her reaction. One, was because she simply hadn't expected to see a face glaring back at her right then. Second, seeing Pansy proved that her dream was, in fact, reality. And, three, by the murderous expression on Pansy's face, Hermione had found her monstrous, evil pirate. And, it was about to beat the crap out of her.

"Listen, missy, I don't know who you are and I don't care. But I know you have a deal with those good-for-nothing, wimpy little crew men. And, whatever the deal is, you'd better break it now, because I will not leave Draco and Draco will not leave me. He's mine. And that's the way it's gonna stay. So you can go pack up your things and go away. I won't put up with you a minute longer."

Hermione's face wrinkled in confusion as she took another step back from the seething woman before her. "What? I… what?"

"Oh don't play stupid." Pansy moved back and crossed her arms, but never took her fire-filled eyes away from Hermione's face. "I heard the crew talking. All of you are plotting to pull me from Draco's life. To boot me off the ship forever. Well, I'll tell you again. It's NEVER going to happen."

Hermione's thought process slowly caught up with the conversation. "Wow. I had no idea there was a 'plot'. Honestly. I didn't ask to be kidnapped, ok? I just wanna get outta here and go home. I wouldn't even think about trying to split you apart form… ah… Draco. So, if you can find a way to get me off this ship, I'll definitely go without looking back."

Pansy eyed her, weighing what she knew with what this new girl just told her. She considered the possibilities, and finally nodded. "Ok, I'll get you off this ship. But, until then, I don't want you to think, speak, or even look at Draco. He's MINE."

And, without waiting for a response, the vixen pirate spun on her bare heel and waltzed out the door. Hermione stood for a while mulling over what she just heard. So, the crew wanted to use her to bring the captain and his girlfriend apart? That's strange.

But, what seemed to strike her as oddest was that through Pansy's speech and lecture and warning and threats, she never once mentioned anything about love. Only that Draco was hers, and she wasn't to break them apart.

Wow, what a twisted relationship. No, scratch that, what a twisted world. I've been stuck with a group of jolly pirates, an evil woman, a strange conspiracy, and a handsome captain. Wait… handsome? Where did that come from? Oh… I get it. I'm hallucinating. I'm crazy. That must be it.

Hermione shook her head, and walked out of the cabin still convinced she was insane.


Thursday, May 14th- Montague- Pirate ship

Montague climbed farther up the rigging to get a better look at the horizon. A goofy grin was spread across his face, and a crumpled, worn letter lay in his hand. He must have read it a million times. He could recite every word in a matter of seconds, and he could clearly picture the face of the sender.

The goofy grin grew wider as he stared down at the letter once more. Across the top, the envelope stated his name, and the address of his parent's estate. But, more importantly, at the very end of the letter itself were clearly scripted the words, 'Love, Angelina'.

He did love her. With all his heart. She was the only one able to bring him out from his icy soul, and into a new one. She always saw him for who he was, and was never afraid of him. She told him what she felt, and she felt what she told him. Montague was so deep in love, he was ready to be suffocated by it, and drown in its warm waters.

Angelina Johnson was everything to him. Everything and anything. And he gave all credit to his dear friend Draco for finding her. Draco had set them up at first as a joke, but then it became serious. Actually, he was thinking about marriage lately. It didn't sound too bad.

Unfortunately, though, there was a big problem. Angelina didn't know he was a pirate. She thought he helped run his fathers blacksmithing job (which he did, but only when he was on holiday from pirating). Montague was so scared he would lose her, that he'd been putting it off for two years. But, now was his chance; sitting there, in his hand.

Draco was planning to make land in no less than another two weeks or so. And Montague was planning to tell Angelina then. He'd sent a letter asking if she'd meet him, and in his hand was the affirmative reply. Everything was set. He was going to tell her, and she'd be mad and leave him. Then, he'd run after her and all would work out fine. He had confidence that their love was able to withstand something like this. He had faith. And his excitement was mounting, because once she could accept him for who he really was, he would propose. His grandmother's ring was safely tucked away at home.

But, thought Montague as he tore his eyes away from the letter, that's not what should hold my attention now. I have a job to do. And, in fact, Montague had given himself a difficult task, meant to be completed before they docked in the two week's time.

And, that, was to return the favor Draco had done for him. He would find a fitting girl for him. Draco was cold on the outside, but Montague had known Draco long enough to sense the feelings inside. He was lonely, and it was a loneliness that a slut like Pansy could never satisfy. Normally, he wouldn't meddle in his friend's life this way. But, Draco was growing colder and more distant to his friends. Montague had a pretty damn good guess that Pansy was filling his head with something she shouldn't. Montague had to do something before Draco was completely lost to them.

Montague had plotted and planned carefully. He had picked out a girl he thought fit for Draco, and let the rest of the crew in on it. Well, the crew minus two thick and idiotic men. Crabbe and Goyle. Actually, of all the crew, Crabbe, Goyle, and Montague were the only ones who were on Draco's original crew. The first were a band of true pirates. Dirty, ugly, cruel men.

But, they weren't to be trusted. Crabbe and Goyle were too loyal to Draco to be given all the information. Though, they were perfect for retrieving the girl, which, honestly, they did a great job with. So the crew had agreed to help, and the plan was set out. Montague only prayed he really had found a perfect girl for his buddy. It wasn't easy to find one that matched him well. He'd searched all around for such a long time. And, actually, the information came to him, unexpectedly.

It wasn't too long ago. Maybe a month ago, on land. Montague was drunk. He was worse than drunk. That was the day he sent the letter off to Angelina about meeting him. He knew what it meant he had to do, and it made him sick to his stomach. So, to 'clear' his depression, he went out to the local pub and gotten drunk to the point of insanity.

It was there that he met another drunken man, though not as far gone as Montague. It was a chubby, blundering fellow, with a slight stutter. Then again, maybe the stutter was just from the alcohol. Even wasted, Montague could tell he was a sailor by his garb and the way he walked. The walk of a man who'd spent plenty of time on a shifting deck.

Well, they had gotten to talking, mostly about sailing. But, things started to get into little secrets, and then important information. Montague wasn't sure of what he let spill, and he felt a little uneasy about it, but not enough to tell Draco.

But, what Montague most learned about was a girl. One that was part of the man's crew, in a sense. That she was spirited, and stubborn, strong, and had a mind of her own. Montague got the man to spill more about her after a few more beers. At that point anything he said, he wouldn't have remembered the next day. Lucky for Montague, though, the information stuck. He recalled that her name was Heroin or Harmony, or something like that. But, whoever she was, she was on the ship that very moment, most likely still asleep.

Crabbe and Goyle really had done their job well, and she was aboard the vessel with no more than a bruise and bump on her head. If everything flowed smoothly, Draco would be hooked, at least long enough to remember what real love was.

Montague sighed, and rubbed the paper between his calloused fingers. Then, he directed his head towards the door to the girl's cabin. He saw someone walk out. Pansy. That's odd, he thought, wondering what Pansy Parkinson had to say to their guest. She carried herself like she always had something important to do, and swayed her way into Draco's personal cabin.

"Ah! Sleeping Beauty is awake at last!" It was Tor, the loudest, rowdiest, and most spirited mate aboard. His real name was Torence, but he said that made him sound like a sissy, and threatened anyone who failed to call him Tor.

Montague's eyes followed where they were pointing, and saw the girl emerge from her cabin, looking determined and uneasy at the same time. It was her first real day with the crew. Yesterday, when she first awoke, and knocked Tor on his bottom, they didn't even get a chance to explain themselves, (if they were actually planning to) or to properly introduce themselves.

Montague watched as she made her way cautiously toward the crew, and then returned his gaze once more to the letter in his hand. For what he was planning now, all his attention would have to be focused, in case anything went wrong.

He lifted the letter above his head, and whispered "See you soon, darling." And with the next gust of wind it was swept away through the air. Flipping and twisting, and finally disappearing from sight, as the boat moved across the calm water.

Then, he began his descent of the rigging, ready to welcome their guest.


A/N: Ummm... other than BEGGING you to review my story, I dont think I have much to say. Hope you'll wait for the next chapter. There'll probably be more Draco there!

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