A/N:
Enjoy this little one shot. Not gonna lie, kinda tempted to expand on this, but we'll see :)
No beta, all mistakes are mine XD
Word Count: 628
Summary: Pirate!AU Princess Hermione has been kidnapped by pirates!
Prompts:
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment 7 - Unsolved Mysteries with Professor Sophie
Task 4: The Ghost Ship of the Mary Celeste: Write a story set at sea.
"Kidnapped"
The worst thing about being kidnaped by pirates is that if you weren't used to being out on the water, and you had a reaction, there was no one to hold your hair as you ejected any semblance of substance from your stomach. There were no handmaidens there to hold your hand as you miserably leaned against the wooden wall that was the ship's interior. There were no smelling salts or concoctions that would immediately calm the stomach.
No, I take that back: the worst part would probably have to be the Captain occasionally coming down to me, chatting me up as if I wasn't sitting in a two-by-two cell in the brig of his ship, throwing compliments and innuendo at me until I blushed from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, and then propositioning me to marry him as if I hadn't been sitting in the same dress for four days with vomit dribbled down the front.
What was wrong with him?!
"We could clean you up, I have this brilliant white dress with lace and jewels–you like jewels, right? What princess doesn't like jewels–"
"What do you really want with me?" I asked. I huddled further into the corner, only tempted to take his offer to get the bath he promised. I would even take a swim in the sea around us if it meant I no longer had to sit in my own filth. What he was doing to me was humiliating for someone of my station.
I was the Princess and heir to the Kingdom of Dagworth, famed for their potioneers and high quality elixirs and ingredients. Whoever married me would be my Prince consort, and have considerable power in our kingdom. Was that his goal?
"Oh my dear, I've admired you from afar for such a long time now. So feisty, so fierce." The pirate captain's icy grey eyes glinted at me through the dim light of the brig. I glared back at him. "Even now, you are radiant through the filth that covers you. I knew you were the one." He signed dramatically and swiped his blonde hair out of his face. "It is too bad that your father refused mine when we were children. Had we grown up together, it would have made this part of the plan go much smoother."
"When we were children?" I asked curiously. I scanned my memory for any blond children from my past and the faint image of a pale, pointy face floated in front of my mind's eye. I could not, for the life of me, remember his name nor familial association.
The ship suddenly rocked violently from an impact to the side of the boat, wrenching a scream from my lips as I careened into the bars of my cell. I caught myself at the last moment to not bash my face on the metal. The captain barely kept his footing. Shouts echoed from above deck.
"Captain Draco! We're under attack! It's The Marauder. They've loaded their cannons for another go!" Upon hearing the name of the flagship of the Potter armada, hope rose in my chest. I was being rescued!
"Sit tight, Princess Hermione." Captain Draco flashed a smirk at me. "We'll take care of these interlopers and then I'll be back to ask for your hand once more."
"Not in this lifetime," I bit back, sneering at him. My rescuers have come. He stood no chance in following through with his plans. I watched his back disappear back up the stairs before tucking myself into the corner of my tiny cell, clutching to the bars to avoid being jostled again. Another cannonball rocked the ship, and I could only pray this would all be over soon.