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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.

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Hi everyone!! I do apologize for not adding a chapter last night. I was distracted setting up my new ferret’s home and getting her settled in. That and rearranging my fiancé and I’s snake cages. It took all day and by the time we were done, I was drained. But, now to answer some questions and give you Chapter 12.
@LettucePrey- I appreciate the question about Hermione’s knowledge on the Titanic. I did actually answer the same question for saxman66 in the bold part of chapter 8. If you go back it will explain everything in detail for you :)
@saxman66- To be honest I don’t know yet whether Hermione’s dream was a prophecy or her subconscious. I had some writer’s block after the steamy scene and a dream sequence just came to me lol it worked out though. Either way it was a warning, she just hasn’t connected it yet. As for everything else I do have some things planned already but you’ll just have to wait to see :)
Lastly, thank you guys so much for your reviews! You don’t know how much it means to me that you are not only enjoying my story but have reached out to me and asked questions about it. It makes me feel like I am doing something right. The sex scene was hard for me to write. I wanted it to be good and I rewrote it about 5 times ha-ha. But I am glad you guys enjoyed it. It was fun to write, I’ll admit that! There is so much room to play around in this story that, who knows, I might either write a sequel or a separate book completely once this story is done if anyone is interested. I don’t plan to be finished this story for a while though. There is still so much to write for the pair. Also, I am open to suggestions if anyone would like a scene or line played out for them. I am very open-minded and would love discussing it further.

Chapter 12- The Ship of Dreams
Wednesday, April 10^th, 1912 11:05am
Draco stood by pub that sat to the side of the massive ship, and watched a few men play a card game by the large window. He’s never seen cards before and it was interesting to watch. It was better, to him, to watch the men in the pub, than watch the thousands of people behind him, saying goodbye to their loved ones. The crowd was so much larger than the ones on September 1^st on Platform 9 ¾. It was easily ten times the size. It was a little overwhelming.
He felt Hermione tap his shoulder, which pulled him from his trance and he turned to face her. She had gone off a few minutes ago to ask a crew member, which was checking people for lice, where they should go. It was hard to hear what she was saying over the loud noise of the crowd, so he yelled ‘what’ and pointed to his ear so she would understand.
“I SAID, WE ARE SUPPOSED TO HEAD DOWN THAT WAY.” She yelled above the noise; pointing in the direction of a leaning platform that led to an open door on the ships portside.
He nodded his head in understanding, not wanting to risk yelling over the crowd, picked up their luggage and started following her. They realized before leaving the hotel that they couldn’t carry all their things, and since they didn’t have staff to help them, they used a charm to shrink all but two suitcases and placed them into Hermione’s handbag.
Draco noticed as they walked just how close in proximity they were to Titanic and he couldn’t believe how big it was. It looked so large from afar when they first viewed it a few nights ago, but now being so close, he realized just how massive the ship actually was. Its black steel plates created the ships outer skin and it made him wonder what the ship was actually made of. He was impressed when he heard a man behind him mention that the whole thing was built by muggles; no magic involved.
‘There was no way that man wasn’t a wizard. Not a very smart one though, if he had the balls to talk about magic in such an area. But the man was right about one thing and he had to give muggles credit where credit was due. To build something this massive, without the use of a wand, must have taken them years to complete.’
The couple continued on their path, finally reaching their destination after almost losing each other two times. The noise wasn’t so bad in that particular section by the ship, so they didn’t need to yell to hear each other anymore, which made Draco’s voice box very happy. They stood in line at the bottom of the platform, waiting for tickets to be checked, when Draco felt someone tap his shoulder. He spun around but he wasn’t prepared for the face he saw and almost fell backwards into Hermione.
“Ow, Draco! What the hell…o Ms. Applegate? What a pleasure to see you again!” Hermione stated in shock.
“Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood, oh the pleasure is all mine, I thought I recognized you! How are you this fine day?” she excitingly spoke.
“We are well, thank you, and yourself? Draco replied as he managed to stand upright.
“Very well thank you. I am here with the Malfoy’s just over there. The rest of the staff and I are bringing their things up…Where is your staff?” she asked, looking at the bags they were carrying.
“Oh well, we uh, we left them all with my parents, you see. My wife and I want to start fresh in America. The staff has served my parents for a long time. I, we, didn’t feel right taking them away and to a land they know not.” He lied.
“I see, however does the Mrs. tie her corset, I wonder?”
“I…”
‘Shit’
“I have helped her. My mother’s handmaiden taught me when I was a child. I was a very curious boy back then and it was the only thing that kept me occupied long enough. It has come quite handy, now that we do not have a handmaiden on this journey.” He lied again.
“Hm, curious. I have never heard of a gentleman willing to help his wife dress. Do forgive me, I just find it quite strange. Endearing however; you must really love her.” The handmaiden stated with a twinkle in her eye that only Draco could see.
‘Love? He didn’t love Hermione. She’s not even his real wife. He cared for her yes, and likes her a lot but love? No way. And to be honest he didn’t even really know what love outside his family, even was. He had just learnt to have feeling of liking another person. Everything is happening too fast. She just mentioned love because of that lie and the fact that she thinks Granger is my wife. There is no need to dwell on it, it’s impossible anyway.’
“Of course! I would do anything to make her happy.” He exclaimed. Only half-lying that time. “I am afraid however, that we must cut this reunion short. The line is moving and we should get going. It was a pleasure to see you again Ms. Applegate.” He finished with a nod of his head. He saw Hermione do the same as they turned around and made their way up the ramp.
Draco pulled out their tickets as they neared a crew member. He still was amazed at the ships size. They weren’t even on the deck and he could tell they were high up. He liked heights though; it reminded him of riding a broom. However this distance wasn’t only above the ground; it was above water as well. He could see waves hitting the dock as the ship pushed against the water. Staring at the waves made him a little nervous and a little nauseous. He had never been on the open sea before and can only imagine the feeling he would get once they set sail.
‘He never really understood the muggle term ‘set sail’. The Titanic didn’t have any sails; just four giant towers that looked to let out smoke. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn’t really know what made the thing actually move. He would have to ask Hermione about it later.’
“Tickets and passports please.” The crew member asked.
He handed the man the two tickets but was confused as to what a passport was. He never heard the word before but didn’t want to look stupid and ask the man. He looked to Hermione for an answer, but she already seemed to know what the man was talking about. She pulled out what looked like two very small books and handed them over.
“Very good, Bridge deck, parlor suite 60. Right…Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood; Mr. Strafford here will escort you to your room. Thank you for choosing RMS Titanic, a White Star Line Property.” He announced as he stamped both tickets and little books and handed them back to Draco.
He flipped the little books in his hands intriguingly, before putting them in his suit pocket. Mr. Strafford nodded to the couple as he picked up their two pieces of luggage. Draco entwined his hand in Hermione’s and they started down a long white hallway in silence.
Reaching the entrance to B-60, Mr. Strafford pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The couple walked through and stared at the sitting room in amazement, as the man set their things down.
“I beg your pardon sir but it this all the luggage for you and the Mrs?” Strafford asked politely.
Draco didn’t know how to answer. There was no way he could get away with saying staff was bringing the rest since the man would most likely show them to the room. He had run out of lies and couldn’t for the life of him think of how to respond.
“Or did you shrink the rest?” Strafford continued giving a smirk even a Malfoy would be proud of.
Both Draco and Hermione stopped dead in their tracks and stared at the man.
‘He couldn’t be…could he?’
“How…how did you know we-” Hermione questioned after they were both silent for what seemed like hours.
“Have magic?” he interrupted. “I saw how confused your husband was when asked about your passports and I saw his wand when he put them in his jacket.” He looked at Draco. “I am assuming you are pureblood sir? I am a squib myself and was raised by muggles.” He looked back at Hermione. “I am assuming you are half-blood? Very rare to see half-bloods and purebloods married.”
“I’m muggle-born actually.”
The shock on the man’s face was so priceless that Draco almost let out a laugh. Mr. Strafford reminded him so much of himself a few years ago. That face would have been his, if someone would have told him before the war, that he would be “dating a muggle-born”.
“Well…” he started as he finally closed his mouth. “That was unexpected. I do apologize for my bold rudeness ma’am. It is extremely rare, for someone, such as yourself, to be married to a pureblood. I’ll have you know, I fully support it and you have my word, both secrets are safe with me!” the man said with a wide smile.
“Thank you Mr. Strafford. We really appreciate it.” Hermione exclaimed releasing a breath.
“You are most welcome ma’am. Anyway, on to more important things. I am your personal butler for the duration of your journey. If there is anything you need please do not hesitate to ask me. Cold hors d’oevres will be brought up to your room shortly and a luncheon will be served at 01:00pm in the First Class Dining Saloon, located on D Deck, just pass the Grand Staircase to the right. Dinner will be served at 06:00pm. You will be alerted for each meal, by the ships bugler, Peter W. Fletcher. Titanic will be departing on its maiden voyage in-” he stopped and pulled out his pocket watch “Twenty-five minutes, so it’s best you two head up to the Main deck now to get a good view.” He explained.
“Yes, of course we will head up their now. Thank you for everything Mr. Strafford.” Draco replied.
Strafford bowed slightly and made his way out of the room. Rising a brow, Draco looked around the sitting room and finally was able to take it all in. The room’s primary color was red with gold trimming. Something he wasn’t too fond of since it was Gryffindor colors but the room was still amazing. He had come from money but nothing in the Manor looked this luxurious. The walls where covered in boiseries, which gave the room a rich look. A mahogany love seat with red fabric, sat in the center facing away from the door, with two single matching chairs seated on either side facing each other. Three rectangle windows, that overlooked the ocean, were placed on the starboard side and he was happy they at least had a view. He could see a door on either side of the room which he assumed led to a bathroom and bedroom.
“This is so wonderful! I can’t believe we are actually here! This is so much more than I imagined.” Hermione said excitingly as she walked around the room almost skipping.
“It is exceedingly nice. I am surprised muggles did all this; they just keep surprising me… Anyway, want to head up to the deck and check out this view Strafford was talking about?” he asked.
She nodded her head and took his hand as they head out to the upper deck, admiring the details of the halls along the way.
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Wednesday, April 10^th, 1912 11:55am
Hermione had to push past a lot of people to make their way to the main deck of the ship. She didn’t know where she wanted to look first. There were so many people crowded around the portside of the ship, saying goodbye to loved ones, that she was afraid she would miss the view. Draco however had helped her ease through the crowd, so she could now lean up against the railing, close to bow of the ship.
‘The railing…it looked so much like the one in her nightmare, but it wasn’t curved like the one she remembered. It’s just a coincidence. She had seen the ship a few days ago and her subconscious used the memory in her nightmare. That was it. That is all it was.’
The view, as she would describe it, had no words. She could see the crowd of people waving and shouting in tears of joy and sadness. The feeling was emotional and overwhelming but Hermione couldn’t take her eyes of the people. She could feel Draco’s arms wrap around her waist as she scanned the crowd and started waving back.
“Why are you waving?” he asked close to her ear.
“I don’t know. It just feels right. Like it’s something we should do.” She replied.
“We have no one down there to say goodbye to. It’s a waste of an arm motion if you ask me.”
“Well I wasn’t asking you!” she retorted, sounding a little angrier than she meant.
She continued to wave despite Draco, when she felt a slight tremble below her feet. The engines have started and she could see the tug boats maneuvering the large ship away from the port.
“This is it! We are on our way!” She exclaimed.
“What the hell was that tremor?”
“Oh.” She laughed “The engines started up.”
Draco looked at her like she had just told him pigs could fly.
“What are engines? Actually now that I remember I wanted to ask you how this thing moved and how it’s able to float without magic.”
She let out a chuckle and turned to face him.
“Okay…um…” She began as she looked around for a way to start. “You see those Smokestacks?” he nodded his head. “Well, they release the smoke that is produced from the boilers below the ship.” He raised an eye brow still confused. “For a ship this size there must be a few boiler rooms down below, each with many boilers…fireplaces with doors… that workers put coal into. The coal fuels the engines that in turn, run the propellers…” he still looked very confused, so she tried to break it down and give references he could understand. “Okay…uh, the engines are like magic. In order for your wand to work it needs a power source, which would be the holder of the wand. Engines for a ship are like wand holders. They give off the power that runs everything and the coal is the fuel. Propellers, on the other hand, are like muggle fans…you’ve never seen a muggle fan, okay they are like…a daisy, with way less petals….ugh can I just show you?”
“You can use Legilimency?” he asked.
“No, I want you to use it on me. I can show you what I am talking about. The book I was reading in the library yesterday; History of Southampton had the making and workings of steam ships like this one. I want you to enter my mind and see it. The pictures I saw will help you understand better than me trying to explain it.” She explained.
“You trust me enough to let me into your mind?”
“Well, no, but it’s the only way I can help you understand. I know it will bother you until you know and it’s bothering me now that I can’t explain it to you, so just do it.”
“Here? There are a lot of people around.”
“Yes here. Just do it already.” She demanded staring directly into his grey eyes.
“Okay, okay…Legilimens.” he whispered.
She could feel Draco enter her mind as he searched for the memory containing the book she read yesterday. Once he found it, it only seemed to take him a few moments to look it over, before she felt him pull back. But as he was pulling back out; a flash of her nightmare, popped up in her head. She could hear the screams again. She could see the people dying in the water and it made her want to scream. She almost did just that, when she felt Draco fully release from her mind and pull her into a tight hug.
“I am so sorry Hermione. I wasn’t trying to see that. That seemed so awful. Are you okay?” he asked desperately.
“I’m okay, it’s okay.” She replied hugging him back. She pulled away from him slightly, but still hugging him and looked up at his face with a serious expression. “You know, you have apologized to me a lot these past few days. It’s getting weird. Stop it. It’s making me forget how much of a ferret you are.”
He let out a laugh and kissed the top of her head. “Now what fun would it be to stop now if I know that it bothers you so much? I could torment you for days with that kind of information. Besides I don’t want to see myself as a ferret again; let alone, have you see me as one.”
She smiled up at him before resting her head on his chest.
“Come on let’s go back to the room and unpack. The crowd is dying down now anyway. We have officially set sail and we need to make a plan to find and retrieve those stones.
She nodded her head and followed him off the deck, back to their room. It didn’t take them long to unpack since they used their wands to do everything, much to Hermione’s dismay. She wanted to unpack the muggle way but Draco was insistent that they use magic. He said it would be faster so they had more time to make a plan. But without knowing what rooms the Malfoys and Dimitra Black were staying in, it made it hard to know how to start.
“Maybe we could follow them back to their rooms after dinner tonight?” She suggested.
“We just got on the ship Granger. Why not give us one day? One day, out of the seven; we are supposed to be on this thing, to relax. Get to know where everything is. We look for their rooms now, we might get lost and even when we do find them; we still need to come up with a plan to take the stones without them noticing. I know the Gryffindor in you wants to go on a mission and get everything now, but the Slytherin in me knows we need to blend in. In order to do that, we need to see what these people do, find out the schedules, monitor how they act, and get them to trust us. Even if we manage to get the stones now, we need to wait until the ship docks in New York, get the international portkey and connect the stones in The Castle.”
“No, you’re right. I was being stupid.”
“Of course I am…wait, what?” he questioned surprisingly. “Did you just admit that I am right AND that you’re being stupid, all in one breath? This is some kind of joke right? Where is that muggle God everyone speaks of? I need to thank him right now for allowing this moment to happen!” he laughed.
“Over react much?” she asked as she crossed her arms with a pout.
A smile slowly crept on her face as she tried to stay angry at him, but his excitement at the confession made her heart melt. There was no way she could stay mad at him for long and she didn’t have it in her to ruin his good mood.
‘This is the happiest she has ever seen him. Not counting the times he harassed everyone at school. That didn’t count. He wasn’t truly happy then. He didn’t let his guard down like has now. This was the real Draco. The Draco, she always wanted to see. The Draco, she was falling hard for.’
Shaking that thought from her mind she focused on what he said just a moment ago.
‘He was right. They did have to blend in and find out more about how people acted in this time period. It was one thing to be on land and not around so many First Class citizens; it was another to be completely surrounded by them in a different environment. They had to be discreet and they had to be patient. So for now they will observe …and she would also take in all the sites the ship had to offer.’
“Alright my little lioness, I am hungry and it’s about lunch time. Can we go eat now? My stomach is practically eating itself at this very moment.” He joked.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go Drama King.”
They made their way down the hall to the First Class elevator. There were a few other people with them, going to the same floor, so they at least knew they were headed in the right direction. If not, they would have to ask someone, which she knew Draco would hate. Once the elevator stopped on D Deck, they made their exit and headed passed the Grand Staircase. The first thing Hermione saw was the giant glass dome hanging over the stairs, letting in the natural light from the outside. In the center of the dome was a large crystal and gilt chandelier. The staircase itself was built in the style of Louis XIV, with solid oak wood and wrought iron grilles. The base alone looked to be about twenty feet wide. A beautiful bronze cherub statue, holding an illuminating torch, stood on the central post, at the bottom of the stairs. She had made a note to walk those stairs one day. She could already tell how important someone would feel, walking down them. Like it was the highest honor one could achieve. It reminded her of what Mrs. Dickenson had said to them the other day, when they bought the tickets.
‘The Titanic is called the ‘Ship of Dreams’. And after looking at the Grand Staircase; she could tell it was. It really was.’
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