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Return To Me by hp1fan

Format: Novel
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 13,114
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Crossover, Humor, Romance
Characters: Hermione, OtherCanon
Pairings: Hermione/OC

First Published: 04/20/2009
Last Chapter: 11/26/2009
Last Updated: 11/26/2009

He finally found love, only for her to leave him.  He remembers their past, as he dreams of her return.    Jack Sparrow/Hermione Granger

Thanks go to my best mate Vickie for the banner

Chapter 3: Chapter 2

Hermione awoke to the feeling of someone lying next to her. She stretched and slowly turned her head only to scream loud enough to wake the dead. 

The being next to her jumped a foot in the air and landed with a resounding thump onto the hard wood floor. A curse echoed off the walls as the being jumped to his feet.  “What in the name of Davy Jones was that for, luv?” he asked as he glared down at her.

Hermione returned his glare as she pulled the blanket up under her chin. She couldn’t help but notice she had been changed into a long nightgown. “Who changed me into this gown,” she asked, her glare darkening even further. 

With an exaggerated flare Jack bowed deeply. “You are looking at him, luv. Couldn’t let a beautiful lass like yourself sleep in such uncomfortable clothing.”

Infuriated, Hermione jumped off the bed and rushed toward him, her hand raised to slap the smirk right off his face. Jack had been prepared for this and he grabbed her hand before she could accomplish her goal.  His smirk turned into a feral grin. “I have been slapped by many women and have deserved it. This time, luv, I do not. I had very honorable intentions when I placed that gown on you. Savvy?”

Hermione jerked her hand free and crossed her arms over her chest. Her glare lightened a bit as she glanced over the man in front of her. For reasons unknown she trusted him. “Are you ever going to answer the question I asked you yesterday?”

Jack raised a brow. “And what question would that be, luv?”

“Why you are dressed like a pirate.”

“Ah, that would be because I am one. Captain Jack Sparrow at your service, darling. You are on board me first love, The Black Pearl.”

Hermione frowned at this bit of news. It wasn’t possible for him to be a real pirate, was it? Then again, she remembered the spinning Time Turner. She reached up a hand and felt around her neck. It wasn’t there. She felt a deep panic settle in her chest. She wrung her hands and paced back and forth pondering her predicament under her breath.

“Calm down, luv,” Jack said as he grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her pacing. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes flashing. “Calm down,” she screeched. Jack let go of her shoulders and took a step back. “Calm down, you say. Let me tell you something you-you-you pirate!”

Unfortunately for Hermione, she was very inept at name calling when she was this angry. Jack grinned in amusement, which resulted in making her even angrier. She rushed forward and managed the smack she had threatened earlier. “There is no way I can calm down. Do you not realize that I am not supposed to be here. Add to that fact I wake up to find a stranger lying next to me, a stranger that changed my clothes while I was unconscious. You took advantage of that fact and that is just wrong. Not only that, but I seem to have lost what brought me here in the first place.”

Jack regarded her with a patient eye. She was distraught and she had every right to be. Even though she basically accused him of taking advantage of her he couldn’t help but feel for her. “I meant what I said, luv. No harm will come to you from me.”

Hermione believed him and it angered her that it happened so quickly. She didn’t know him. She should not trust him at all, but she did. 

She slowed her breathing down and tried to reign in her anger. It would not do to anger her host. She had nowhere to go, wherever she was. “Where exactly are we sailing if you don’t mind my asking?”

“We are in the Caribbean, luv. Where we set sail for is of no concern to you.”

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest again and glared. “I have every right to know what is going on and where we are going.”
“I’m the Captain, luv. I don’t answer to anyone, but meself. Savvy?”

Before Hermione could respond there was a knock on the door. Jack frowned and went to answer it. 

“I heard a scream, Cap’n. Is everything OK with the lass?”  Jack’s first mate Mr. Gibbs asked in concern. He turned right back around and left without another word, when Jack gave him a dark look. Jack closed the door and turned toward Hermione, his dark look still in place. “It would be best if you were to remember who exactly runs this ship, luv,” he said it in a calm manner, but his dark eyes spoke other wise. She decided it was best to stay silent for now. Later she would get her answers. 

“May I have my clothes back now?” she asked sweetly. Jack went over to his wardrobe and pulled out a gown. By the looks of it Hermione would have to say that it came from the 1700’s. Could she really have gone back that far?

“Captain?” she began, but Jack cut her off. “It’s Jack to you, luv,” he said with a smirk that set Hermione’s heart to racing. She didn’t like that one bit. 

“Jack, what year is it exactly?”

Jack frowned in confusion. How could she not know what year it was? Then again she did take a hard fall. “It’s 1715, luv.”

The room began to tilt slightly and Hermione began to see spots before her eyes. 1715? There was no way. It couldn’t be true. She swayed for a moment before darkness took over and she fell into Jack’s arms.


With a groan, Hermione came to and looked around. She was still in the Captain’s cabin, but she was alone. 
She sat up slowly and realized as she looked down, that the Captain had changed her again. He had some nerve doing that. Oh, she was going to give it to him good.

 She jumped from the bed and threw the door open in such a harsh manner that it bounced off the wall and closed behind her. She charged up a set of stairs and rushed across the top deck, to stop directly in front of Jack with a menacing glower on her face. 

Jack, of course, simply gave her a calm smirk. The man had some nerve. 

“How dare you,” Hermione roared. 

The crew closest to Jack paused in their duties to follow the confrontation. They hadn’t had this much excitement on board since their fight with Davy Jones. 

“Yes, luv?” Jack said calmly, which only increased Hermione’s ire.

“How dare you take advantage of me again,” she said, a finger poking him in the chest. “You had no right to do what you did.”

The crew began to make a circle around the two, completely engrossed in what she had to say.

Jack continued to smirk and laugh as she continued her tirade. He found her amusing. He really couldn’t help himself. She was the cutest thing he had ever seen when she was angry. He would even have to go so far as to say beautiful. More beautiful than Elizabeth even, his inner voice asked. 

“You had no right to…” she stopped when she realized they had an audience. She flashed her glare at the lot of them before she grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him away from the gawking crowd. Once they were at a safe distance away she started in again. 

“Why did you change me again without my permission?”

Jack’s smirk dissolved away when he saw how distressed she was. It could have had something to do with the scars he had seen etched across her stomach. He had wondered about them, but he was afraid to ask. 

“I will apologize to ye, luv. Will that make you happy?”

Hermione actually gave him a small smile. He had a way about him that made one want to forgive him anything.

“I don’t know, Jack. How can I be sure you won’t do it again?”

His smirk returned as he stepped closer to her. He lowered his face until his lips were but an inch away from her ear. “Stop fainting, luv,” he whispered. His breath ghosting across her sensitive flesh caused goose bumps to erupt all over her skin and a shiver to race up her spine. Not good.

He stepped back and gave her a knowing smile before he stepped away and retreated back to his station at the wheel. 

Hermione stood in the same spot for a few more moments, a frown keeping residence upon her face as she contemplated what her reaction to him meant.