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Ottery St. Catchpole
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Hermione was sitting in one of the cushy chairs that the bookstore had, completely engrossed in a novel. She had opted to wait for Ginny there rather than join her in the quidditch shop, as Hermione knew she would probably not find a thing to interest her there.
Interlude (Oh, c’mon you guys love these) Hermione’s Adventure:
Hermione was wearing a long pink *snickering* dress appropriately torn in just the right places (like the woman on the book’s cover), teasingly revelatory, without compromising a lady’s virtue as her hair swayed in the salt winds (away from her face which her hair framed perfectly). Hermione was bound — not very tightly though — to the mast of a ship. Her face was set, the picture of defiance in the face of the evil Pirate Lord (she hoped Harry didn’t mind playing the part, but it was her dream and she never planned to tell him anyways, so really who cared?).
“You’re not going to tell me the location of the treasure then miss?” Pirate Harry asked, a mean glint in his eyes, which were consequently underneath his glasses, as always.
Hermione gave one of her annoyed sighs as response.
“It’s not enough you spurn my advances, but now you choose to stand between me and my gold?” Harry said, taking his sword out of its scabbard. “Perhaps a walk with the sharks will change your mind,” he threatened.
“You can do what you like with me,” Hermione said defiantly.
“Well I was going to throw you to the sharks … I don’t know what you had in mind,” Harry said, and Hermione blushed.
“You’ll never make me yours Captain Harry,” the frizzy haired girl answered back.
“It’s really the gold I’m after,” he said winking at the red-haired pirate girl that was steering the ship. (Before you ask. Yes, it’s Ginny).
He ordered two of his corsairs to unbind Hermione, while the others set the plank on the side of the ship. Very gently but firmly they walked Hermione towards the board and made her step up to the ship’s side edge. She glared insolently at the Pirate Lord, and the corsairs (who were mostly Slytherin boys). Sure, Harry really wasn’t that bad looking really, but c’mon, he was like her brother or son or something Eeeeeewwwwwwwwwww.
“Ready to talk?” Pirate Lord Harry Potter asked one last time.
“I’ll die first,” came Hermione’s rebellious reply.
“Suits me,” Harry shrugged and turned his back as the corsairs took out their swords, those unlucky few who were stuck swabbing the deck used the handles of their mops to push her towards the edge of the plank.
“Leave off. I’ll handle this,” a blonde haired pirate (one of the ones Captain Harry had swabbing the deck of the ship actually) said taking a saber from one of the other corsairs. Crabbe made to complain but then thought better of it, seeing the angry look on Draco’s face. “In you go mudblood,” he said coming at the girl meaning to scare her.
The other corsairs were laughing and jeering when suddenly out of the clear, blue ocean a ship emerged. It was the HMS Jolly Roger and standing proudly by her mast … uhm soaking wet, since the boat had just emerged from the ocean … was its captain. A familiar red-haired boy who was just then spitting out seawater and tipping the water off of his hat.
“Bloody hell,” he said as he spat out a goldfish onto the deck.
“Rooooooooooooooonald!” Hermione screamed.
The boy turned to look up at her as Harry pushed Draco out of the way and grabbed the girl by the arm pulling her onto the deck of the ship.
“Unhand her you vicious fiend!” Captain Weasley cried out.
“You tell ‘im Cap’n,” a dark-haired boy said suddenly as he walked out of the ships lower decks. “You’re sooooooooooo cute when you’re being bossy,” Ottery whispered, as he took out his sword. “Do we board her sir? Or fire the cannons?”
Captain Weasley was thinking, and Hermione imagined he looked sooooo heroic with his wet shirt clinging to his skin, revealing the muscles underneath. If she hadn’t been screaming hysterically she might have sighed romantically, but captive heroines have to scream hysterically to show the urgency with which they want to be rescued.
A little teddy bear was running towards the cannon with a lit fuse, when Captain Ronald gave the command, “No time Ottery, we’re going to ram her.”
Hermione blushed, as Harry stuck his tongue out and his pirates jeered and taunted the corsairs on the HMS Jolly Roger. That however did not last very long as the Jolly Roger quite literally knocked the smiles off their faces as it rammed the Pumpkin Pasties (that’s Harry’s ship) on the open sea. The cannonball the little bear had fired went flying into the pirate ship breaking the mast in half. As to the top came crashing down Goyle fell out of the crow’s nest and landed splat on the very nicely swabbed deck of the ship.
“Hey watch it!” Draco yelled, “I just swabbed that.”
“Bloody ‘ell,” Captain Weasley said, and led the charge as the boys of the HMS Jolly Roger swung and climbed over to the enemy ship.
“Go get ‘em boys,” Ottery said sitting on a wine cask as he took out a flask of rum.
Teddy turned the cannons on the boy who promptly ran to join the rescue. It was short work and soon all of Harry’s pirates were captive.
“Nice work Seamus,” Ottery said clapping his mate on the back as the sandy haired boy held a cowering Draco at sword’s end.
It was then, standing center on the enemy ship, that the red-haired captain took the bushy haired girl by the arms in a firm but not rough gesture. She slammed into his chest.
“What are you planning to do with me, Captain?” Hermione asked breathlessly, while Pirate Lord Harry rolled his eyes. He had only been after the treasure; it never would have worked with that girl.
Hermione could see Captain Weasley smiling roguishly and she blushed as he bent down about to brush his soft lips against hers when suddenly…
End Interlude
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