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Fire Eyes*Tayzer* · 10-18-2006, 03:25 PM

Thanks, but we are still going to be friends (I hope) so no one needs to get rid of anyone else... But thanks again! Well, I think I'm ready, so here's the next part...
Fred looked up at the huge ship in awe. He stood up, put his tee-shirt on and touched the side of the big boat, so oddly there.
"What the heck?" Taylor said, confused, "The Death Oyster? Weird..."
"You think?" Fred said, sarcasticlly.
Just then, a man came off the side of the ship. He was tall, with long, out of control hair. His teeth were rotting out of his mouth, and a few were gold. He wore a long navy coat. His pants were stained. They had big brown stains, and even a blood stain here or there. His boots were tarnished and covered in mud. He looked like homeless man in London, minus the gold teeth, pirate coat, and huge black hat he wore on his scraggily hair.
He smiled at them and took a step closer. He seemed oblivious to all the other people on the beach. He grabbed Taylor's arm and yanked her towards him. Fred tried to grab her back, but he pulled away and yelled.
"ALF!" he called in a scratchy voice. He had a huge mustache that muffled his talking.
"Cap'n?" came a voice from aboard the ship. A short, wide man jumped over the side of the ship. He was very muscular (can't spell) and Fred dare not pick a fight with him.
"Take our captive to it's new home," the captain said.
"Aye, Captain Loussa" Alf said in a deep voice. He reached for Taylor smiling, showing a smile of almost all diminished teeth. The captain (Fred guessed was Captain Loussa) pulled her away.
"NOT HER!" Captain Loussa said, "get our Mister Fred Weasly... He'll be wantin' to know where he'll be stayin'" he smiled at Fred as Fred pondered the fact that he knew his name.
"Aye, Sir," Alf said, grumpily. He took hold of Fred and pulled him up onto the ship, as Loussa put a gag aroung Taylor's mouth.
On the ship, Fred saw the last thing he had expected. On the pole that held up the mast and sails, was a person tied to the bottom of it. He was sitting with his back against the pole. Tied by his waist, hands, ankle, and a gag identical to Taylor's, was Draco Malfoy.
Taylor was pulled onto the ship after Fred and stared at Malfoy as well. Malfoy turned and looked at them both, a look of panic on his face. Alf dragged Fred towards the cabins until he disapeared from sight. Taylor looked at Malfoy and he stared back, sharing a moment of pure panic.
When Alf returned, Loussa motioned for him. Alf untied Malfoy and pushed him towards Taylor and the captain. They continued to push them back towards the cabins far from Fred. When they got to a door with a huge lock on it, they shoved Taylor and Malfoy inside. They followed the two into the room, untied them, and retreated, slamming the door. Taylor could hear the door locking behind them.
Malfoy was rubbing the spot on his wrists where he had been tied. "You okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Taylor replied, "You?"
"Can't complain," Malfoy shrugged, "I was back at the Malfoy Manor, and they grabbed me. Pirates are gits."
"So...so, they're real pirates?" Taylor asked.
"Well, yeah," Malfoy replied, "What di you think?"
"Why did they seperate us from Fred? Why does it matter?" Taylor said, inquiringly.
"Dunno," Draco shrugged. He looked over at Taylor, who was shivering madly. She looked so pitiful. It was a shame all this had happened to her, when she didn't deserve it.
If only she knew that it's not my fault... Malfoy thought, If she only knew, I'm one of the good guys, but she'll never beleive me....
He slipped off cloak and wrapped it around Taylor, who was in nothing but a bakini.
"Thanks," she said.
"Mmm- don't mention it," Malfoy told her.
He sat down beside her and, surprisingly, she lay her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, shivering body.
"Soo... I heard your pregnant." he said, unsure of how that had sounded.
"Y-yes," Taylor said, still shivering.
"You know, I'm really sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to, you know, with the jinx," He hugged her and told her the real story, that the world wouldn't know for many years to come. When he finshed, she was silent.
"Really?" she said, finally breaking the silence.
"Mm-hmm," he said. She looked at him. Who would've ever thought of that? A Weasly and a Malfoy, snuggling in an empty room on a pirate ship.
Taylor looked at Malfoy, and he looked at her. He wrapped his cloak tighter around her and hugged her. She was in shock. How could this be THE Draco Malfoy? THE Death Eater. It didn't make sense. But yet, in some twisted way, it did. She leaned in towrds him, unaware, what would happen, and he kissed her. Draco Malfoy was kissing her. She knew this was worse for her than when it had been Harry or Ron, but... she didn't care. It made her feel good, he was a good kisser, and he was cute. But he's EVIL! she told herself. But she didn't let it stop. She continued to kiss him back and it continued to feel good. The kiss became so deep, and so intense, that she almost didn't hear the door open.
Captain Loussa unlocked the door and Weasly and Malfoy broke apart, just in time to see the door open. He looked in and smiled.
"Thought you might be cold," he said, "Here," and he left. He had thrown her a maroon, velvet gown that a princess might wear. She smirked at it. Like she would wear anything these rats had offered her. But she was offly cold...
~.~.~
Fred was locked in room similar to the one Draco and Taylor were in, except that, it was much smaller and stuffier. He was slouched against the wall and had his hair hanging in his face. He was sleeping soundly. You might be asking: How could anyone sleep at a time like that? But, the fact was, when they had taken Fred back there, he had fought. The pirates even pulled out their swords, but still Fred resisted, so they had knocked him out with a bottle of rum. He continued to sleep all night, until he had recovered the next morning.
~.~.~
Taylor had slipped on the velvet dress. She looked quite beautiful. She didn't know he was watching, but he was. Malfoy was slouched against the wall, pretending to sleep, but the truth was, he couldn't. He was watching her intently. She had on the velvet gown, that it turned out, fit her perfectly. The velvet clung to her skin, and fit to all her curves perfectly. Her brown hair that was wet from the salt-water of the Caribbean sea, was wavey and a little messed up, but she still looked beautiful. Malfoy only wished that it could last. But, she doubted the pirates wer show her that kind of mercy...
Hope you liked it!!! Oh yeah!!! Well, I'll check in later!!!

10-18-2006, 03:25 PM	#35 (permalink)
Fire EyesTayzer Knarl Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Dharmaville™ Posts: 9,334 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jack Fletcher Fourth Year	Part 13 Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle! Thanks, but we are still going to be friends (I hope) so no one needs to get rid of anyone else... But thanks again! Well, I think I'm ready, so here's the next part... Fred looked up at the huge ship in awe. He stood up, put his tee-shirt on and touched the side of the big boat, so oddly there. "What the heck?" Taylor said, confused, "The Death Oyster? Weird..." "You think?" Fred said, sarcasticlly. Just then, a man came off the side of the ship. He was tall, with long, out of control hair. His teeth were rotting out of his mouth, and a few were gold. He wore a long navy coat. His pants were stained. They had big brown stains, and even a blood stain here or there. His boots were tarnished and covered in mud. He looked like homeless man in London, minus the gold teeth, pirate coat, and huge black hat he wore on his scraggily hair. He smiled at them and took a step closer. He seemed oblivious to all the other people on the beach. He grabbed Taylor's arm and yanked her towards him. Fred tried to grab her back, but he pulled away and yelled. "ALF!" he called in a scratchy voice. He had a huge mustache that muffled his talking. "Cap'n?" came a voice from aboard the ship. A short, wide man jumped over the side of the ship. He was very muscular (can't spell) and Fred dare not pick a fight with him. "Take our captive to it's new home," the captain said. "Aye, Captain Loussa" Alf said in a deep voice. He reached for Taylor smiling, showing a smile of almost all diminished teeth. The captain (Fred guessed was Captain Loussa) pulled her away. "NOT HER!" Captain Loussa said, "get our Mister Fred Weasly... He'll be wantin' to know where he'll be stayin'" he smiled at Fred as Fred pondered the fact that he knew his name. "Aye, Sir," Alf said, grumpily. He took hold of Fred and pulled him up onto the ship, as Loussa put a gag aroung Taylor's mouth. On the ship, Fred saw the last thing he had expected. On the pole that held up the mast and sails, was a person tied to the bottom of it. He was sitting with his back against the pole. Tied by his waist, hands, ankle, and a gag identical to Taylor's, was Draco Malfoy. Taylor was pulled onto the ship after Fred and stared at Malfoy as well. Malfoy turned and looked at them both, a look of panic on his face. Alf dragged Fred towards the cabins until he disapeared from sight. Taylor looked at Malfoy and he stared back, sharing a moment of pure panic. When Alf returned, Loussa motioned for him. Alf untied Malfoy and pushed him towards Taylor and the captain. They continued to push them back towards the cabins far from Fred. When they got to a door with a huge lock on it, they shoved Taylor and Malfoy inside. They followed the two into the room, untied them, and retreated, slamming the door. Taylor could hear the door locking behind them. Malfoy was rubbing the spot on his wrists where he had been tied. "You okay?" he asked her. "Yeah," Taylor replied, "You?" "Can't complain," Malfoy shrugged, "I was back at the Malfoy Manor, and they grabbed me. Pirates are gits." "So...so, they're real pirates?" Taylor asked. "Well, yeah," Malfoy replied, "What di you think?" "Why did they seperate us from Fred? Why does it matter?" Taylor said, inquiringly. "Dunno," Draco shrugged. He looked over at Taylor, who was shivering madly. She looked so pitiful. It was a shame all this had happened to her, when she didn't deserve it. If only she knew that it's not my fault... Malfoy thought, If she only knew, I'm one of the good guys, but she'll never beleive me.... He slipped off cloak and wrapped it around Taylor, who was in nothing but a bakini. "Thanks," she said. "Mmm- don't mention it," Malfoy told her. He sat down beside her and, surprisingly, she lay her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, shivering body. "Soo... I heard your pregnant." he said, unsure of how that had sounded. "Y-yes," Taylor said, still shivering. "You know, I'm really sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to, you know, with the jinx," He hugged her and told her the real story, that the world wouldn't know for many years to come. When he finshed, she was silent. "Really?" she said, finally breaking the silence. "Mm-hmm," he said. She looked at him. Who would've ever thought of that? A Weasly and a Malfoy, snuggling in an empty room on a pirate ship. Taylor looked at Malfoy, and he looked at her. He wrapped his cloak tighter around her and hugged her. She was in shock. How could this be THE Draco Malfoy? THE Death Eater. It didn't make sense. But yet, in some twisted way, it did. She leaned in towrds him, unaware, what would happen, and he kissed her. Draco Malfoy was kissing her. She knew this was worse for her than when it had been Harry or Ron, but... she didn't care. It made her feel good, he was a good kisser, and he was cute. But he's EVIL! she told herself. But she didn't let it stop. She continued to kiss him back and it continued to feel good. The kiss became so deep, and so intense, that she almost didn't hear the door open. Captain Loussa unlocked the door and Weasly and Malfoy broke apart, just in time to see the door open. He looked in and smiled. "Thought you might be cold," he said, "Here," and he left. He had thrown her a maroon, velvet gown that a princess might wear. She smirked at it. Like she would wear anything these rats had offered her. But she was offly cold... ~.~.~ Fred was locked in room similar to the one Draco and Taylor were in, except that, it was much smaller and stuffier. He was slouched against the wall and had his hair hanging in his face. He was sleeping soundly. You might be asking: How could anyone sleep at a time like that? But, the fact was, when they had taken Fred back there, he had fought. The pirates even pulled out their swords, but still Fred resisted, so they had knocked him out with a bottle of rum. He continued to sleep all night, until he had recovered the next morning. ~.~.~ Taylor had slipped on the velvet dress. She looked quite beautiful. She didn't know he was watching, but he was. Malfoy was slouched against the wall, pretending to sleep, but the truth was, he couldn't. He was watching her intently. She had on the velvet gown, that it turned out, fit her perfectly. The velvet clung to her skin, and fit to all her curves perfectly. Her brown hair that was wet from the salt-water of the Caribbean sea, was wavey and a little messed up, but she still looked beautiful. Malfoy only wished that it could last. But, she doubted the pirates wer show her that kind of mercy... Hope you liked it!!! Oh yeah!!! Well, I'll check in later!!! __________________ Have at thee! But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door? Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word? Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?