Disclaimer: Hermione, Ginny and the other HP characters belong to JKR, not me. Jack and Will from PotC belong to Disney.

Hermione and the Pirate Daydream Charms

This story contains mild spoilers for Half-Blood Prince, so be warned.

Ch. 1: Peer Pressure

"Hey Ginny, wait up!" Hermione breathlessly called out to her friend. Although Ginny was one year younger, Hermione often spent time with her as well as with her friends Ron, who was Ginny's brother and Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Gin, are the rumors that are floating around true?" The flaming-haired fifth year skidded to a stop in the Hogwarts great hall. "You actually performed a daydream charm on yourself right before your History of Magic class?" Ginny turned around to face her genius friend, her grin confirming that the story was true.

"Yep, I did!" she exclaimed smugly, as they walked toward the Gryffindor table to each lunch. "Fred and George actually made something worthwhile to use for a chance. Oh, it was so wicked, Hermione, you should've been there!" The bushy-haired prefect gaped at her in awe, and muttered something about disrupting lessons. "What?" Ginny threw up her hands, in indignation. "It's not like I hurt anyone," she said, plopping some beef casserole on her golden plate. "In fact I'm sure I brightened everyone's day when they noticed me drooling on the desk during Professor Binns' speech about goblin rebellions. Yeesh, that ghost has a monotone that can give even the hardiest listener a headache." Hermione giggled in agreement, and changed the subject to Ginny's current boyfriend.

"So how's Dean been?" Ginny had been dating the dark-skinned 6th year since the end of last term.

"Oh, you know, it's been fun…but all relationships have their ups and downs. Right now Dean is in this overprotective stage; he never wants me to do things for myself if he can do them for me. I suppose I should be grateful, after all that's what most girls want, right? But I'm not really sure if that's what I want…" Hermione nodded thoughtfully, enjoying her strawberry torte.

"Have you talked to him about this?" Ginny nodded. "I've tried, but it seemed like he wasn't really listening. You know how boys are; they never hear a word unless the conversation turns to Quidditch. Then they are all ears," she complained, rolling her eyes. "And speaking of strange male behavior, have you seen my brother lately? He's been egging on poor Lavender Brown; I caught them snogging in a broom closet last night." At this, Hermione grimaced, her eyes staring at the dirty floor.

"Oh," Ginny whispered. "I'm sorry, 'Mione, I just forgot. Geez, I'm so insensitive sometimes.

"Don't worry about it," Hermione told her, with more enthusiasm than she felt. "Really, I mean, I don't know what I saw in that pigheaded brother of yours…no offense." Ginny laughed, relieved that her friend wasn't angry at her.

"None taken. Well, I'd better be off; I've got DADA this afternoon." Hermione smirked, thankful that she didn't have DADA again until next week. The class had always been extremely demanding but it was especially so this year. That was probably due to the fact that the student body's "favorite" Professor was now teaching it.

"Enjoy your time with Snape!" Hermione bid her friend goodbye and set out for the library to get a jump start on her homework.

Two weeks later, to Hermione's great annoyance, the daydream charms had become some sort of a fad…many older students had mail-ordered them from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes by the dozens. They were quite the popular item, as Filch couldn't confiscate them since Fred and George had had enough sense to cast a disillusionment charm on the boxes. Even Luna Lovegood had broke down and bought one…which was strange, because it seemed she could immerse herself in perfectly good daydreams.

Well, Ms. Granger wasn't going to let some silly fad ruin her week. She was going to start on that five scroll essay on nonverbal spells that Snape had assigned and turn it in early.

"Accio Parchment! Accio Books!" She had just gotten settled on one of the comfy couches that the Gryffindor common room boasted, when Ginny burst through the portrait hole. And she was headed straight for Hermione, with a smirk on her pretty face. Oh Merlin, she's up to something.

"'Mione, here- " Ginny thrust an odd-shaped sparkling box into her hands. "This one is my absolute favorite; I bought another for you." Hermione stared at her, confused and a bit wary. "Go on then, open it!" Sighing, Hermione swished her wand and the box bindings disappeared, revealing a glossy pamphlet featuring a moving picture featuring a handsome youth and a swooning girl on the deck of a pirate ship. She read the pamphlet's title out loud.

"How to get the most out of your thirty minute daydream charm, pirate edition."

Hermione growled in frustration, as if someone had flung bubotuber-pus onto her brand new school robes.

"This is one of those infuriating things from the WWW joke shop, isn't it?" Ginny answered carefully, regarding Hermione the way a human would regard a Blasted-Ended Skewrt.

"Well, yes…but don't knock it 'til you've tried it, you're really missing out…" She trailed off uncertainly as the older girl gave her a death glare.

"But Ginny," Hermione castigated, "Don't you remember…we are supposed to be giving forth our best effort in our lessons, since You-Know-Who is out there. One never knows when a bit of information from class could be useful. And we, more than the other students, should be working the hardest. After all, we're the ones that will be watching Harry's back." Ginny's eyes widened a bit at that statement, but she quickly recovered. (Hermione secretly believed that her friend had never really gotten over her longtime crush on Mr. Potter.)

"But we are trying hard, Hermione," she said softly. "I know you are as concerned about the unavoidable confrontation with Death Eaters and Voldemort, but we wouldn't do well to forget to live our lives as well." Hermione harrumphed, but at least she didn't seem as peeved as before. "Besides, these daydreams give students a refreshing temporary escape from our world. Every day, they read in the Daily Prophet that someone new has been killed, or has mysteriously vanished. Perhaps it was someone close to them. What about Susan Bones? Or Hannah Abbott? Or the others whose parents, aunts, uncles, and close friends have been stolen from them by the likes of the Death Eaters?"

Hermione sighed, "Well maybe I was perhaps a bit out of line. But I'm afraid these daydreams are going to become distractions to the students…" Ginny nodded understandingly.

"Well, that could happen, but these happen to be pretty expensive, so I doubt that unless you are Draco Malfoy, students wouldn't be able to afford more than a few." Hermione was laughing now.

"Draco Malfoy, what would he want with one of those? I thought they were for girls, you know romantic fantasies and all that rubbish." Ginny swiftly corrected her,

"Well, there are those, but remember the makers - Fred and George. They cater to guys as well…mostly about winning an important Quidditch match or conquering their worst fear." Hermione was impressed by their ingenuity, even if it was wasted on something as useless as this form of 'entertainment'. "Come on, 'Mione. You deserve a break from all the hard work you've been doing. One of these would do you a world of good. In fact, they seem to have a pleasant lingering, even hours after you've performed the spell…like Cheering Charms." Ginny stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout. "Will you do it for me?"

"Oh alright then, lets take a look at this daydream charm," she said wearily, caving into Ginny's pleas. Hermione skimmed the first paragraph.

Patented Daydream Charms

One simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic, thirty minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and virtually undetectable (side effects include vacant expressions and minor drooling). Not for sale to under-sixteens.

"That sounds simple enough, is there anything else that I should know?" Ginny nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes…a sort of glittering, transparent parchment will appear in the air when you shout the incantation. You will have to answer a few questions before the charm can take effect." Hermione narrowed her eyes, frowning.

"What sort of questions?" Ginny put her at ease once more.

"Oh they're nothing personal," she reassured the cautious girl. "They mostly have to do with the daydream…where you'd like for it to be, what kind of pirate you'd prefer, that sort of thing." Hermione squirmed uncomfortably.

"I dunno Ginny…how did you answer the questions? What kind of pirate did you get?" Clearly this was what the redhead had been waiting all afternoon for Hermione to ask her.

"Hmm, let's see now…I chose the setting to be in the Caribbean, and it gave me a few towns to choose from. I think the name of mine was Port Royal – you should go there, it's absolutely beautiful. There's clear water, white sandy beaches…"

"Okay, I get it," Hermione interrupted, stopping the youngest Weasley from rambling.

"Right," said Ginny. "Then you have to answer some questions like 'what would you want your pirate's personality to be like? His looks? His intellect? You know, specific stuff." Then Hermione finally understood.

"It's kind of like the Muggle computer game, 'The Sims'!"

"Sure," Ginny said, not knowing what she meant, but glad that she finally understood.

"And your pirate, what was he like?" Ginny smiled dreamily as she recalled her daydream, the one that'd made her drool in Professor Binns' class.

"Well, he was tan, with dark eyes, and wore the silliest pirate garb you could imagine; beaded dreadlocks, a red bandana, kohl around his eyes…but I couldn't help but be drawn to his gaze. Everything about him was incredibly sexy…right down to his crazy walk…it was part of his charm. And when this pirate looked at me, I felt that I was worth something."

He was full of wit and sarcasm, and was always making me laugh which was a pleasant change from dull old Dean. His name was Jack something…it was a bird's name," she thought hard, "Swallow." Ginny exclaimed, "Yeah, that must've been it because he showed me the bird tattoo on his right arm." Hermione was intrigued by what she'd just heard, but no way was she going to let Ginny know it. She's right, maybe I do deserve a break from my studies. After all, it's only for thirty minutes.

"Earth to Ginny!" Hermione waved her hand in front of her friend's face, and finally got her attention. "Quit thinking about that silly pirate! It's just a fantasy. Now, is there anything else that I need to know?"

"Oh, yes! The last question asks how you want to alter yourself in one way." Hermione frowned as she hadn't expected this.

"Well what did you say?" Ginny rolled her eyes again, as if this was a no-brainer.

"I asked to be taller, of course! I hate being so short…it's so inconvenient." Hermione smiled nervously, wondering how in the hell she would answer that one. Perhaps a few years ago she would've wanted her front teeth reduced, but that had already happened. Hmm, I'll have to ponder that one. "So what'd you think?" Hermione pretended to be as disinterested as before.

"Well it was awfully nice of you to buy this for me. If I finish all of my homework by Friday, I might give it a go." Ginny wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and squealed happily.

Hermione hurried through her homework that week, so that she would be finished on Friday. That night while everyone else was socializing in the common room, she raced up into her empty dormitory, took out the box, and climbed into bed. Here goes nothing! She waved her wand and said the incantation simultaneously, and was instantly transported into another dimension.

End. Ch 1

A/N: Okay, this is obviously a HP and Pirates of the Caribbean crossover…I'm sure you all can guess which pirate that Hermione is going to get, lol! Let me know if you like it…this plot bunny popped into my head as soon as I read it in HBP. Should I continue?