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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: SOME OF THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE BASED OFF OF REAL FACTS AND PEOPLE. I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters.That right goes to the AMAZING J.K. Rowling. I do own some of the made up people and places you will encounter.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
I would like to point out that this chapter is going to be exceptionally longer than the last 9. It has 4 parts instead of the usual 2. I wanted to put the whole date in one chapter instead of making it into 2 for the shear purpose of having my chapter’s names already. Also, the fact that I have made it to 10 chapters so far, I wanted to make this chapter longer to celebrate the mile stone. I hope you enjoy. I also want to note that there is an actual historical building mentioned in this chapter. I have never visited it and the research I have done on it does not tell me the layout of the building, so I made some things up.
@saxman66- I love your thoughts on this story. I did think about how wizards and witches on the ship would use magic during the sinking, but thought about how things had happened so fast. There was so much chaos going on, that most people would probably lose or even accidently break their wands. Some would have not been able to get them from their rooms depending on where they were at on the ship and so on. As for the present being frozen; I wanted to do that for a number of reasons. The main one being that since this is my first fanfiction; I didn’t want to confuse myself by writing POV’s from both time periods. Also when thrown a few hours into the past like with a time turner. The user has enough time to catch up to the present. Being thrown back year’s in this story, pauses the present for the main purpose that the user might change something. If they do, the present would have to alter itself to correct the mistake. If they die, then the present would continue, like they never existed. If someone who was supposed to die lives, then the present would have to again alter itself to accommodate the large change and then hit play, so to speak lol. It’s similar to how Ron had not noticed Harry and Hermione disappear in the hospital wing in 3^rd year. He questioned why they were in one spot then appeared in another, seconds later, even though they spent the whole day saving Buckbeak and Sirius. At least that’s my take on it. Most stories that I have read where the couple is thrown back in time always has the present still moving forward and nothing changes even if Draco and Hermione have changed the past in some way. I wanted to do something different and I definitely have a few twists up my sleeve. And as for the money lol. I spent about an hour researching the math to make sure it is correct, including the price of the tickets in 1912. Draco has 87,000 pounds on him thanks to the exchange rate not being affected by inflation yet. To him 870 pounds is nothing. He gave the couple 1000 for helping them out because, like you said, he could afford it. Thank you so much for your review! I do hope to hear more from you!
Chapter 10- I Don’t Hate You
Tuesday, April 9^th, 1912 09:02am
Draco sat on a bench outside of the small hotel he was staying at, waiting for Hermione to come down. His leg was nervously shaking as his thoughts raced a mile a minute.
‘She had said yes. He never expected her to agree to a date with him.’
That morning he had gone out for a walk around the town to clear his head; when he saw a flower stand. He was never one to buy flowers for a girl, but something about Hermione made him want to buy her everything he could. Picking out a dozen red roses, he decided that he want treat her to a day out as well. They had already gotten their tickets and luggage to board the ship; there wasn’t really anything else for them to do, so he picked out a few places to take her and walked back to their room.
Sitting down was not helping his nerves so he stood up and started pacing the sidewalk. Pacing always seemed to help him calm down but it wasn’t working this time. He saw the main door open a few times and thought it might be her, but it was always some random person. One lady had actually stopped to ask him if he was okay because he looked pale; not realizing that was just his actual skin color.
The door finally opened and Hermione walked out wearing a purple and white dress with a matching hat. Draco paused his walking and stared; mesmerized but her beauty.
“Wow, you look… you look beautiful.” he proclaimed putting his hands in his pockets.
She had looked at him like he was crazy.
“Thank you. No one…No one has ever called me beautiful before.” she replied blushing.
“Really? Not even Weasel or Scarhead?”
“Please don’t call them that. And no not even from them. It took Ron until the Yule ball to even figure out I was a girl and Harry has only ever called Ginny beautiful.”
“Well they are both gits, because you are beautiful and this era most definitely works for you.”
“Thank you Draco.” She replied smiling.
His pride swelled at the sight her smiling.
‘He had done that. He had made her happy.’
“So are you ready for our date?” he asked.
“Yes.” she responded excitingly. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to trust me.” He stated cheekily.
He held out his arm for Hermione to take. She seemed almost hesitant at first but slipped her arm through his and they started walking down the block. He brought them to the restaurant they ate the night before, to have breakfast. There weren’t many other places else to eat at, given that a person had to have money in order to go. Draco had figured that out when he asked a man, who was dressed in middle class attire, that morning, for recommendations on places to dine at. The man had told him that most people don’t have the kind of money to always eat out so they get their groceries from a market a few blocks away.
Opening the door to the restaurant for his date, he noticed the host was a man this time, which made him glad, since he really didn’t want to have to deal with the flirty woman from yesterday. The host led them to a table, close to where they sat before. Draco pulled out Hermione’s chair for her and took his own seat. After ordering their breakfast they sat in silence for a while.
‘Well this is awkward. Maybe he should ask her something?’
“So-”
“What’s your favorite color?” she asked interrupting him.
He wasn’t expecting that kind of question. It threw him off a bit but he got his thoughts together and leaned back in the chair.
“Blue.”
“Hmm, I was expecting green.”
“Why? Because I was sorted into Slytherin? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” he asked rising a brow.
“Nothing…nothing, I just thought you seemed like a green kind of guy. That’s all.” She claimed sounding a little defensive.
Understanding that he came off a little defensive himself, he decided not to make things worse.
“So what is your favorite color?”
“Green actually.” She chuckled.
“Well I guess I’m the one being presumptuous now, because I was expecting red.” He grinned.
“So,” he began with another question. “Can I ask you why you and the Weas-Ron broke up? I figured since we are on a date I should make sure you guys are really over.”
He didn’t want to bring up his arranged marriage to her so for the time being he was going to simply ignore it. He saw her take a deep sigh as she fiddled with her napkin.
“Yeah I guess…it’s kind of a long story though.”
“I have time.” He shrugged, but then realized she looked a little sad. “I mean if you’re comfortable telling me.”
“I uh… okay, you know how in the war, people lost loved ones?”
He nodded his head but wondered how losing loved ones had anything to do with what he asked.
“Well, I don’t know if you remember but Ron had lost his older brother Fred, who happened to be George’s twin…George had fallen into a deep depression and he couldn’t find his way out. He had lost his brother, his best friend… his lifeline. The Weasely’s had tried everything they could to help him, but nothing seemed to work. They were going through their own grief you know, over Fred’s death and couldn’t give him what he really needed. The only thing they could do was give him his space.”
She paused for a brief moment as a single tear slid down her cheek. She lowered her head as she wiped it away and continued.
“After three years, the family had learned to cope with the loss of the missing twin, but…but George still had not. So Ron being Ron,” she explained with a hopeless laugh, “decided to quit working as an Auror and started working at the shop, to help out. It was a full time job, helping his brother, but he said it was worth it. He told me, that even though George seemed to be improving, it wasn’t enough. So Ron moved out of our apartment and moved in with his brother. I…I barely saw him anymore. The only time we talked was when I would stop by the shop for a visit.”
She looked up at him and exhaled softly.
“One day, after a visit about a year ago, I was about to Appartate home, when Ron stopped me. He looked so sad and defeated. I was expecting him to tell me that something had happened to George when…when he told me he wanted to break up. He said that he couldn’t give me the love and attention I deserved anymore and that he was…he was sorry he couldn’t make me happy. I was devastated. My whole world was crashing down on me. I tried to convince him that I understood and that, we could make it work but he was adamant. I…I didn’t want to live alone so I sold the apartment and moved in with Harry and Ginny. I haven’t seen or heard from Ron since.”
Draco’s heart felt heavy after hearing everything Hermione just told him. She was always so strong-willed and he had only ever seen her fall apart a handful of times. Usually when he would tease her but even he knew that a person as strong as she was would have a hard time getting over a broken heart. He regretted asking her. He wanted to know but now that he did, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to pity her; that was the last thing she would want, or need.
“Anyway,” She continued, “I have moved on and I’m happy again.”
Their food had arrived before Draco could say anything. He was glad for the distraction, and wanted to move on to another topic that wasn’t so depressing. He placed his napkin on his lap and started to cut into his eggs.
“So…Are you excited to go on the Titanic tomorrow?” He asked, hoping to cheer her up some. It seemed to have worked because her frown had turned into a beaming smile.
“Oh yes! I can’t wait. I’ve never been on a ship before. I’m excited I finally get to experience it. Although, I am a little bothered that the ship seems so familiar to me, but can’t place it. I have never forgotten anything I have ever read before.” she perplexed.
“Don’t worry yourself too much about it. You don’t want to give yourself and antisum.”
“You mean Aneurysm?” She chuckled. “Since when do you know muggle medical terms?”
He let out a small laugh and shook his head.
“I went to school with muggle-borns too you know. You tend to hear things.”
She let out a giggle as she took a bite of her toast.
They finished the rest of their breakfast in a more uplifting vibe. They joked around with each other as they reminisced about their days at Hogwarts before heading out. He realized he forgot his jacket though, so he told her he would be right back and headed back into the restaurant to grab it.
Feeling a little better about cheering Hermione up, he walked her down the street a few more blocks stopping in front of a sizeable building. He watched as she looked up at the store name written in large bold letters, waiting, until she realized where he had taken her.
“The Southampton Historical Library…Oh!” She beamed while hopping up and down like a little kid. “I can’t believe it! Oh Draco, Thank you!”
She pecked him on the cheek before stepping through the open door he held for her. He expected her to be happy to go to a library but he didn’t expect her to be this excited. He was proud of this achievement and made a mental note to hopefully, one day, show her the library at the manor. He knew if she loved this place she would definitely enjoy the books his family owned; even if he only showed it to her as friends.
X
Tuesday, April 9^th, 1912 10:25am
Hermione couldn’t contain her excitement. It wasn’t so much that Draco had taken her to a library; it was more the fact that he had taken the time to think about what she would like. She highly doubted anyone would do something like this for her. She had to basically force her friends back at Hogwarts, to even visit the place she loved so much.
As she stepped into the lobby she couldn’t help but let out moan. She inhaled the parchment vapors as she took in the view. The library was definitely old looking; like it used to be a cathedral at one point. There were high arched ceilings and second story balcony that wrapped around three quarters of the room. The tall wooden bookshelves were placed on both levels and were packed with books that she just couldn’t wait to look at. A reading room sat to the left, on the lower level, near the front entrance. There weren’t many people around but she was okay with that.
‘The less people the better her reading experience.’
Too excited to wait she grabbed Draco’s hand and practically dragged him down the long hallway to the front desk to receive their visitors pass.
“Good Morning! How may I help you today?” The librarian asked cheerfully.
“Good Morning! We would like visitor passes please.” Hermione stated enthusiastically.
“Ah, I see someone has a love for books.” Hermione smiled and nodded her head. “Yes, one moment please. I need you to fill out this form with your names and sign the waiver down below. It states that no book is to be removed from the premise and that you will return any and all books you take out, as you found them, in proper condition.”
She nodded her head in agreement and filled out the form for both herself and Draco and handed it back to the Librarian. The woman then gave the duo each a slip of parchment with the words ‘Visitors Pass’ written in bold at the top.
“Thank you for visiting The Southampton Historical Library. I do hope you enjoy your time here.” The librarian said with a smile as she went back to cataloging her files.
Hermione turned towards Draco with a wide grin, stretching from ear to ear.
“So where do you want to look first?” He asked as he put one hand in his pocket.
‘He looks so proper. It’s kind of a turn on.’
“Let’s start over there.” she responded as she pointed in the direction of a non-fiction section.
After about an hour, she had finally picked out a few books on the Royal Family and one titled ‘History of Southampton’ and made her way to the reading room. She noticed Draco had also picked out a few books of his own. It didn’t surprise her too much since she knew that he did his fair share of reading as well. Not as much as she did, but he still read. They sat down on a mahogany sofa with crimson upholstery and started reading in silence.
A few hours later Hermione broke the silence in hopes that Draco might be interested in what she has read so far.
“Did you know that the City of Southampton has been around since the Stone Age? There is even a Tudor House that was built here in 1495. It was threatened to be demolished in 1886 so philanthropist William Spranger bought the house, and for the past 12 years he has been remodeling it to turn it into a museum…oh,” she sighed sadly, “it’s not set to open until July 1912.”
“Don’t worry Granger. When we get back you can always visit it. I’m sure it’s still there.” he claimed as he set his book down.
She sighed heavily as she following suite. They made their way back to the library’s main area to put their books away.
“I was really hoping to visit the museum in this time period. It seems so interesting and I know that if I go in the present, it will look too modern. I wanted to see it before time altered it too much.”
“Then let’s go!” he exclaimed as he placed his books back on the shelves.
“What? Draco we can’t. It’s still under construction and three months away from opening. They would never let us in.”
“Weren’t you the one who broke about a dozen school rules before? Why not add breaking and entering to that list?”
“I already broke that rule remember. Harry, Ron, and I broke into Gringotts.”
“Shit, I forgot that was you. Damn woman is there any rule you haven’t broken?” He asked cheekily as he leaned a shoulder against the bookshelf crossing his arms.
“There are plenty and I don’t plan on doing them anytime soon either. The war is over, so there is no need to be a criminal anymore.”
“Well, the way I see it, breaking into a museum to have a tour isn’t the worst thing you have done and it’s not nearly as dangerous as Gringotts. So we are going. I don’t have anything planned for our date until later tonight anyway.”
With that, he reached for her handbag, took out the visitors pass, and walked to the front desk. She had to admit that the idea of sneaking into the Tutor house was a little exciting. For once she was committing a crime that didn’t have the added weight of the war resting on her shoulders.
‘It wasn’t a life or death situation. There was no Voldemort, no snatchers, no fallen ministry, and nothing that wanted to kill her. He did have a point. Visiting the Tudor House wasn’t the worst thing she has done. Maybe she would have fun, but she would not break another rule again after this. She was getting too good at it and it went against everything she believed in.’
“Ready?” he asked holding out an arm for her to take.
“Might as well.” She answered as she slipped her arm through his and made their way to the exit.
X
Tuesday, April 9^th, 1912 02:44pm
The pair had gotten lost a few times on their way to the Tutor House and much to Draco’s dismay they asked for directions. Well Hermione did. He was adamant to get there without having to talk to any strangers.
‘The less people who knew where they were going, the better.’
Finally heading in the right direction, they walked another fifteen minutes before reaching the building he knew Hermione wanted to so badly visit. The building itself was very large; about three stories tall. He was expecting something a little smaller, but he figured that since the place was a decent size, it would help pass the time better until he could take her to the last spot of their date.
The Tudor House sat on Bugle Street opposite of St. Michael’s Square in heart of what the locals called Old Town. From the outside the build looked finished with its timber framing. Its white walls held dark brown beams that were placed evenly and vertical on the surface. Some beams crisscrossed with each other on one of the section that Draco could see, and the bottom section was colored in a lighter brown shade offsetting the white. It made him curious as to what the inside looked like.
They walked to the back of the building to find a way inside where people couldn’t see them. There were no workers around so it made sneaking in a little easier. However the solid back gate was locked and he cursed himself for forgetting the unlocking charm. He saw Hermione look around before pulling out her wand.
“Alohomora.” She whispered and he heard the gate click open.
“You’re really good at committing crimes.” He smirked.
She gave him a warning face before turning back to the door.
They both took one last look around before proceeding through. He closed the door behind him as they entered. As he turned back around he ran straight into the Gryffindor Princess. She didn’t seem to mind and she wasn’t knocked off balance, so he rested his hands on her shoulders and looked around to see what made her stop.
They were standing at the edge of a beautiful garden. It was nothing compared to his mother’s, back home, but the small garden had a romantic feel to it. He thought it was quaint and Hermione seemed to have loved it.
‘Wait until she sees my mother’s garden. Well…if I can get my parents out of the house first.’
“It’s so pretty.” She whispered as she made her way down a small path. “Can you imagine someone having a wedding here? The pictures would be to die for.”
Draco smirked at the thought of a wedding but instantly frowned knowing his wedding would be nothing he dreamt of. Not wanting to ruin the rest of the day, he shook the thought from his head, took Hermione hand, and walked towards the back door of the house. It of course was also locked but his lovely date took it upon herself to unlock it for them. They stepped in and instantly felt like they were thrown into the past; again.
“Whoa! Talk about a time jump within a time jump. This place looks ancient.” He declared.” What year did you say this was place was built?” he asked walking around the large kitchen they were standing in.
“1495. It was redone many times since but this…this definitely looks to have been untouched. It reminds me so much of Hogwarts and how it must have looked back in the 16^th century.” She explained taking off her large hat.
“We didn’t actually time jump again did we? Because that would be really shitty.”
“No. There are roped stanchions blocking off rooms.” She stated, pointing at a velvet rope that was placed in between a door’s frame. “That wouldn’t be there if we were back in the early 1500’s.”
“That’s a relief. I can only handle being thrown into the past once. Twice, I would probably lose my mind.”
“Like you haven’t already?” she teased.
“Ha-ha. I would have to be barmy to get along with you wouldn’t I?” he joked.
“Touché, but we all go a little mad sometimes.” She claimed as she shrugged her shoulders and continued admiring the room.
They had made their way through out the house, visiting multiple rooms, including ones still under renovations. Draco had to convince Hermione earlier, that it wouldn’t hurt to step over one of the ropes, to get a better view of the house’s drawing room. She seemed determined to not break anymore rules, but he threw that idea right out the window and stepped over the barrier. She followed suit reluctantly but seemed to be enjoying herself. After touring the location for about three hours, they decided to take their leave.
“That was wonderful. I can’t believe we did that, it was definitely worth the risk. There is so much history in there. Thank you Draco.” She praised.
“Anytime.” He started, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “So…are you ready for the last part of our date? I know we skipped lunch so you must be hungry.”
“Does that mean we are going to dinner then?”
“Something like that.” He grinned. “So are you ready?”
“Of course! Lead the way.”
X
Tuesday, April 9^th, 1912 06:28pm
Hermione was in utter disbelief. The date was going better than she ever expected it to. They had had an amazing breakfast, visited a glorious library, created a little mischief breaking into the Tudor House, and now she was standing on a low dock looking down at a blanket set up for a romantic candlelit dinner, overlooking the water. There was a picnic basket sitting in the center next to two long stemmed lit candles. A single stemmed rose sat in a small vase, giving off a romantic feel between two china plates; waiting for someone to use them.
“Draco…h…how did you manage all this?”
“So you like it?” he questioned nervously.
“Do I li…Yes of course! It’s beautiful! I’ve…No one’s ever done something like this for me before.”
“There is always a first for everything. I’m glad you like it. I paid a busboy at the restaurant this morning, when I forgot my jacket, to have it all set up around 6:30 tonight. He seemed a little overjoyed at helping after I gave him fifty pounds.”
“Fifty pounds? Draco that’s a lot of money in this time! It takes a year for a third class worker in this era to make twenty-five pounds. You paid the kid two years’ worth of wages to set up a dinner on a dock!”
He shrugged his shoulders, like it was no big deal, and held out his hand to help her sit down. He then sat down himself opposite her and started opening the basket; reveling its contents. He pulled out a small platter of grapes and cheese, two chicken cordon bleu dishes, some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert, and a bottle of champagne.
“Now,” She began, taking a bite of the cheese placed before her. “What if I would have said no to this date? All this would have been for not.”
“I would have either dragged you down here or came alone and ate it.” He stated jokingly as he poured them both a glass of champagne. “Besides I knew, even you wouldn’t pass up a picnic by the water that overlooked a sunset.”
She didn’t even realize the setting sun was in perfect view, until he mentioned it. Hermione stared in wonder at the bewitching horizon and took notice of the storm clouds brewing in the distance.
‘This date was perfect. Almost, too perfect.’
She didn’t want to question his motives any further so she relaxed a little and started in on her food. Once they were finished eating. She stood up, grabbed the strawberries and head to the end of the dock. Sitting down, she removed her shoes and dipped her feet into the cold water. She shivered for a moment before Draco had come up and placed his jacket around her arms.
“Thanks.” She said gratefully.
He took a seat beside her and removed his own shoes and socks to dip his feet in the water.
“I can see why you shivered. This water is freezing.” He exclaimed.
“You get used to it after a while. I don’t plan to keep my feet in here that long though. Just long enough to watch the sun set. I don’t want to lose a toe due to hypothermia.” She chuckled.
“Did you enjoy your day?” he asked taking a strawberry on the plate she was holding.
“I did. It was probably the best day I’ve ever had. But it looks like it about to rain.”
“A little rain never hurt anyone. But I’m glad you enjoyed your day. Now any other bloke who comes along won’t be able to top it.” He said smugly.
“Who says I’ll date another guy after this?”
“Granger…I should probably tell you the truth. After…after we get back to the present…we can’t be together.” He explained lowering his head a bit.
Her face fell and he immediately looked to regret saying anything.
“I know. There is too much baggage after the war. Your family still hates me and I know Harry, if not Ginny as well, would hex us both back to this century.”
“That’s not what I mean Hermione. We can be friends. I’d... I’d liked to be friends with you, if you’d have me. I don’t care what my parents think. But…we can’t be together, because…” he paused.
She didn’t know why he seemed reluctant to finish but she knew whatever he was about to say would be bad.
“Because…what? What is it Draco?”
“Because…I am engaged to be married.” He confessed.
Her eyes went wide and her mouth created and ‘O’. She felt sick to her stomach and thought she was about to puke up her dinner as a crack of lighting filled the sky. Finally gathering her thoughts together she managed to speak.
“I…WHAT?” she screamed as she took her feet out of the water and stood up. “YOU TOOK ME OUT ON A DATE DRACO! YOU MADE OUT WITH ME LAST NIGHT AND DID THINGS TO ME AND YOU’RE…YOU’RE…YOU’RE FUCKING ENGAGED! HOW COULD YOU?”
He stood up abruptly and faced her as a roll of thunder rumbled above. It’s rain clouds finally releasing a flow of water upon them.
“It’s arranged! I am being forced into it. I don’t even know the girl! God damn it Granger, I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would fall for you. I never wanted to get married this way!”
“THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU ARE STILL ENGAGED!” She shouted above the rain that was now falling harder on them.
‘How could he do this? No one deserves to be cheated on and she was the girl he was cheating on his fiancée with!’
“You know what…FINE!” He began. “I can’t do this! Not with you! I shouldn’t have said anything. I thought that maybe since I couldn’t have you in the present that I would make the most of the time we had here. But I was lying to myself! We will get on that ship tomorrow, get the stones, and go back to hating each other! It’s what you want isn’t it? Otherwise why the fuck are we even having this conversation! This whole day was just a sham to you wasn’t it? To make me do things to you again that no other man would ever do! You’re just a little tramp who takes pleasure in other people’s feelings-”
“MALFOY!” She screamed before he could finish his tantrum.
“WHAT? WHAT GRANGER?”
“You don’t mean this! This isn’t you!” she exclaimed.
The rain was now hitting her face hard and they were both drenched but neither one of them seeming to care.
“Are you bloody insane?” he yelled with the wave of his hand. “Where the fuck, have you been? This was always me! Nothing I do or say will ever change your mind about me so…just give it a rest! This was a mistake! YOU HATE ME! AND YOU ALWAYS WILL! THIS ENGAGEMENT IS JUST A WAY FOR YOU TO ABANDON ME!”
“Is that what you think? God Malfoy don’t you dare turn this around and make yourself the victim. I have every right to be mad right now. You turned me into a side piece without even telling me. And you wait until the end our date to finally say something, ruining the whole evening! It seems like that’s something you’re good at, finally attempting to be happy, just to shove it away when things finally get real! You’re a bloody idiot and a coward!”
“A COWARD! FUCK YOU GRANGER!” he yelled in outrage. “HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A COWARD, YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!”
Hermione was beyond shocked, if there was even such a thing. That was the last thing she ever expected Malfoy to say to her. She didn’t know what to do. Her body was frozen. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and she couldn’t breathe, as tears formed in her copper eyes. It was like she was having an out of body experience and she couldn’t connect back to her body.
He seemed to have realized his mistake as he stared at her in horror. He wiped a hand down his face removing the water as he let out a deep breath.
“I…I’m sorry Hermione…I…I didn’t mean-”
He cut his sentence short and started to walk away from her. She was finally able to think once he was about twenty feet away from her.
“I don’t hate you.” She confessed.
He spun around to look at her and she could see the heart break written all over his features. The rain was good for washing away things, but there was no washing away the past. There was nothing to take away the pain they have both, just inflicted on each other. She didn’t want to start a fight with him. It wasn’t until that moment, that she realized she didn’t want to walk away from him.
‘She might not love him, but she cared deeply for him. She had to find the right words to let him know she wasn’t going anywhere.’
“What?” He asked confused.
“…I don’t hate you Draco…I just…hate what you’ve done.”
He looked at her and she could see his bottom lip start to quiver. Taking in a deep breath; she knew she had to choose her next words carefully.
“You have done a lot of stupid things Malfoy. You picked on me and my friends almost my whole life, you let death eaters into the school, you got Dumbledore killed, and you took Voldemort’s side. You were an arrogant prat who was forced into a life you didn’t want.” She began as the rain pelted around them. He was about to interrupt her, but she held up a hand to stop him.
“Let me finish…You have done so many horrible things Draco, but can you really say it was you, who did them? The real you? The one who told Bellatrix that you couldn’t recognize Harry, when we were caught by snatcher and brought to the manor? The one who cried in the bathroom, in sixth year, after the mishap with Katie Bell? The one who told me he was sorry for what his aunt did to me?...The one who just apologized for calling me a mudblood?” she took a step forward. “I don’t hate you Draco. I never have…I just hate what you’ve done”
She gave him moment to speak, but he just stood there, looking at her, while he let the rain drown him. The seconds ticked by and she was done waiting for his response. She was wet and cold and tired of arguing. She slowly turned to pick up her handbag when she saw him finally move, out of the corner of her eye. He was coming towards her; his long legs clearing the space between them in a matter of a few steps. She turned back around to face him and was taken aback for a second. His hands grabbed the sides of her face as his lips collided into hers. Her heart melted as she kissed him back, and she realized that this kiss meant so much more to them than any, they have previously shared. This kiss was filled with passion, with desire, and she decided right then that she didn’t care about a fiancée from the present. All she cared about was the time she would spend here, in the past, with him.
He pulled away from her lips slightly and looked her straight in her puffy red eyes. He was studying her face and she could see the determination in his eyes.
“You mean it?” He asked.
She couldn’t find her voice, so she nodded her head, and he kissed her again.
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