“What was that for?” Hermione snarled, sitting up on the floor, legs out in front of her.
“Tsk, Tsk, Mudblood. When a person of higher social standing than you, well,” he said with an after thought, “When someone better than you offers to help you off the floor, you accept.”
 “I told you once, Malfoy. Unless you have hearing disabilities, I think you got the message the first time. Leave me alone.”

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this. I agree with you Malfoy. It’s a nice boat.”
“Ship.” he corrected.
Hermione glared at him. “You‘re going to die. A slow and painful death. At my hand. You know this, right?”
He smirked at her. “You‘re not a prophet, Granger. But I, I’ve slept with the stars.”
Hermione snorted. Yeah, and I’m a bloody princess. He’s good at Astronomy, my behind! 

“Captain Hell!” Blaise called from the nest. “Silent Shadow at the moon!”

Hermione squinted her eyes, but to no avail. He has super-vision, that one.
She pulled out her telescope. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
She knew who’s it was the moment she saw it. “Malfoy,” she muttered.

Hermione looked at the amazing Island before her. A large cliff rose out of the side on the point of the island, the other side was simply a shore. She looked closer and saw that a stream flowed through the island. Most likely has fresh water somewhere. she thought offhandedly, taking in the lush vegetation. She smiled at her crew that had gathered by her. “Looks like this is it crew! Down to the life boats, and lets go and find this treasure!”

Suddenly, Draco chose his moment to lunge at her, his cutlass cutting through the air. Hermione dodged it at the last second, but not before the blade cut through her shirt. She gasped, trying to retain her footage. She got into a defensive position, and blocked his second attack, her arm instantly screaming in protest.

“Ah! So you do know how to tango! Lets just see how well, shall we?”

“So we have an accord?” Pansy asked, her hand gliding out to meet hers. Hermione tried not to roll her eyes at the old fashioned language.

“You’ve a wager, Parkinson.”

Their hands met, and they shook, briefly. Hermione tried to free her hand from Pansy’s grasp, but found that she couldn’t. “If you wanted to hold my hand, Parkinson, all you had to do was say so.”

Hermione scrunched her eyes, and made a quick mental picture of her map, when she had seen Siramadra. She didn’t want to forget where it was. It was far too important, and crucial to her plan. She sighed quietly, not to wake up the other individual in the room. Her brows furrowed, when she picked up a little black notebook that graced the table.

It seemed that nothing in his cabin would cease to amaze her. In Hermione’s hands was the best piece of payback in all time. It was The Journal of Draco Malfoy.

Nearly Headless Nick looked at the boy with translucent eyes. “You want to talk about it?”
“About what?” Draco asked coldly.
“Well obviously, your knickers are in a twist--” 
“My knickers,” Draco said with a face, “Are not in a twist. Just because yours are for eternity, doesn’t mean that mine are today. I’m Draco Malfoy--”
Nearly Headless Nick looked at him with a curious expression. “You say your name like I should know who you are...."

“True,” Ron replied, brows furrowed. “I just want to know who you are.”

She gave him a throaty laugh as she gave him a bow, flourishing with her dagger. “Doesn’t everyone?”

He watched her walk away. He knew that voice.

While he was thinking he heard something behind him. He didn’t even have time to turn around as a fierce pain blossomed on his temple. He never even remembered hitting the ground… 

He stepped back from her and put his sword in front of him, eyes dangerously cold. “I won’t show any mercy this time.”

“Mercy?” Hermione barked out a laugh. “You don’t even know what that is.”

He tapped her sword with his. “By the time I‘m through with you, you’re going to wish that I did.”

She had a maid, and … sewing. Sodding sewing. McGonagall wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest.

Sewing. With a needle, and thread, and basket and everything.

Merlin, this was tragic. Bad. Horrible! But seriosuly….

Sewing?

Hermione looked into the mirror, and words slipped out before she could stop them. “Bloody hell.” 

She then began on a run around the corner, freedom singing through her veins so loudly, that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall, and she ran right smack dab into a very hard, very warm, very male figure. She began falling, but a pair of strong, fair skinned arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Her hood fell away from her face. “My first day as a noble, and I daresay, the women are falling at my feet already.”

His eyes shut at the impact. For a moment, he kept them closed. Whoever she was, she was curvy. In fact, she felt perfect on top of him, as they fell to the floor. Her dress felt like sin beneath his hands. She was breathing into his neck...

He leaned back against the doorway, “The better question is, what were you doing here, about to kiss Potter?” His gaze was measured. Hermione could almost see the cold fury in them, behind the cool façade that he was maintaining. Something about the way he was….

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What, are you jealous?” She asked, leaning back, as he was.

He laughed softly, the sound racing up her arms, raising goose bumps in its wake. “No, love. I’m not.”

“You’re toast, Malfoy.”

Draco groaned as he felt his body return from the floating blackness he had been in for the past…. He wasn’t sure how long. “Who is that?” 

“Take a guess, Malfoy.”

“I would, but that would be wasting my time.”

He inched his eye open to see a fluff of red in the gloomy darkness--- “Weasley.”

“And we have ourselves a winner!”

She had come too far to win. Her heart almost ached for home. She was tired of playing. And she knew he was as well. 

There were two of them, but only one treasure. 
May the best pirate win. 

He couldn't lose it now, he was far too close. The shuddering stopped quickly, and his crew was shouting. “Attack! Board her, leave no survivors, save Granger!” He yelled as loud as he could, and with that, his real plan began. “She's mine!"

Hermione waltzed into the room clumsily and grinned to them, one hand catching the door to hold her balance, the other twirling an empty bottle. She winked at Headmistress, then bowed to the students. On her way out of the sloppy bow, her husky voice carried over the crowd. “You called?”

Draco waited for just a moment after her statement; he was too tired of feeling so angry. He didn't want to be cheated. But he knew her, she wasn't going to sell him short. There was an explanation for everything, and he knew that she understood his thirst for knowledge because she had that same thirst.