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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
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Chapter 13- What You See, Isn’t Always What You Get
Wednesday, April 10^th, 1912 01:15pm
Draco and Hermione were sat at a table for four, when they entered the large Dinning Saloon. They had run out of tables for two, so another couple or two single people, were bound to join them eventually, which was lucky on Draco’s part, because it would give him time to observe up close.
He looked around the room as they waited for lunch to be served and realized how eloquent it was. The room was clearly the width of the ship itself and was a little over a quarter of a Quidditch pitch. The walls were painted white, with wood paneling and the floors were covered in blue linoleum tiles, with a red and yellow pattern. The chairs, green with wooden arms and legs. He was pleased that he could at least sit in a Slytherin green chair and not red like their room.
“So do you want a plated meal of the buffet?” he asked Hermione while looking over the menu.
“Buffet seems like a lot right now. I’ll go with the Chicken A La Maryland again. It was good the last time I had it. What about you? What are you getting?”
“I think I’ll try the Egg A L’Argenteuil. It seems interesting.”
“What is it exactly? It sounds fancy.” She asked.
“I…have no idea.” He laughed. “But I guess we’ll find out.”
“Pardon me. We were told these seats were not taken yet. May we sit?” a stranger asked politely.
Draco looked up from his menu and realized that his perfect opportunity to observe just got more perfect. There, standing right next to him was Dimitra Black, wearing the stone around her neck, and her lover Robert. Sensing Hermione’s eagerness he placed a hand on hers and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, before standing up.
“Of course, please, have a seat.” He politely replied.
“Thank you. I am Dimitra Black. This is my fiancé Robert Hoarse. I feel like we have crossed paths before. Have we met? You both look so familiar.” She asked.
“Good afternoon Ms. Black, Mr. Hoarse. I am Hermione Gr-Lovegood and this is my husband Draco. We haven’t officially met but we did crossed paths in a restaurant in Southampton.” Hermione claimed as she folded her napkin over her lap.
“Yes! Of course how could I forget? You accidently spilled your drink on your beautiful dress. However did you manage to clean it?”
“Oh, my husband’s mother’s handmaiden cleaned it. I think she used white vinegar. One could not even tell there was ever a stain there.” she replied with a smile.
“Interesting, I will have to let my handmaidens know that little secret. So what brings you on the Titanic?”
“We are starting our new life in America. Change of scenery. And you?” Draco chimed in.
“We are also starting a new life in…what is the full name they call it dear?” Dimitra asked her fiancé.
“The United States of America, my sweet. Land of the free they say. Let’s hope they are right.” Robert responded.
“Home of the brave.” Hermione chimed. “I heard they have plenty of opportunities and their military is well trained. They have five armed forces branches. It’s all quite fascinating really.”
“Fascinating indeed. I am just a pub owner, well I was, until I sold it, but military always intrigued me. Where did you learn about all this?” Robert questioned.
“I’ve read all about America in different history books. I was actually thinking of looking into schools there for when we have children.” She replied sweetly.
Draco almost spit out his water when he heard the word children. He never really thought about them much. He wasn’t a “children” kind of guy. But something about Hermione saying it put his life in a whole new perspective. He did want children, someday, but more importantly, he wanted them with her. At that realization, a thought hit him so hard in the face, he was stunned.
‘In order to have children with her, he would have to…NO...Shit…fuck…damn it no! He forgot to do a contraption charm on her after their…Shit! Was it too late? It would be more effective if he had done it right before or right after. If he was too late then he was screwed. They were both utterly and royally screwed…Fuck!’
His whole body went still and his face went whiter than white. He couldn’t believe he had been so careless, so stupid.
‘Fucking damn it! Damn it all to hell, it’s impossible! He can’t have a child with her…he can’t. He was engaged to be married to Astoria. His parents, hell even Potter and Weaslette are going to Avada him if they find out Granger might be pregnant, with his child. He had to find a way to use the charm on her and fast. Hopefully he still had time.’
“Draco? Draco, are you okay? You’ve looked like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hermione asked in concern as she rubbed his right arm.
“He is probably just realizing children are part of being married aren’t you son?” Robert joked.
But this wasn’t a joke. This was real. This was actually happening. He needed to find a way around it. He wanted to make Hermione happy, and himself, and he wanted to spend as much time as he could with her here, but now; now he was questioning if it was even still worth it.
‘Forgetting the charm would be just the beginning. He was careless around her. He had never forgotten to do the spell before. It went against his one and only rule about sex. Maybe he wouldn’t have to tell her about the charm? He could try to sneakily do it right now, but she keeps putting her hands on her lap blocking her stomach. She’s making this hard. Fucking bitch! She’s ruining his life! The stupid know-it-all bookworm was ruining his already miserable life and she didn’t even know she was doing it. It’s not like it was her fault though. She didn’t make him forget to do the blasted charm; she didn’t make him like her enough to have sex with her. Well, maybe she was at fault for that part, with her stupid flowing hair and her pathetically addictive caramel eyes, and her annoyingly soft skin. Fucking hell! He couldn’t blame her for those things. She couldn’t control it. Just like she couldn’t control what kind of blood she had. She couldn’t control how every time she smiled, her lips pierced slightly, or how her brow furrows as she bites her bottom lip, when she is thinking hard about something. There is even the way she looks at him, like she has known the real him all her life. She wasn’t afraid to tell him when he was wrong and put him in his place. She wasn’t shy when it came to listing fun facts about a topic they were talking about, and she always wanted to engage in real conversations with him. She-’
Draco got up so fast he almost knocked the chair over but he didn’t care. He had to get out of there. He had to get away from her, she was suffocating him, the realization of their predicament, was suffocating him. He just needed to breathe.
“Draco? Wha-” she began to ask him.
“I have to go…I apologize, but I have to go. If you’ll excuse me?” he quickly cut her off and left the room as fast as he could.
He ran up the Grand Staircase two at a time, not really knowing if he was even going the right direction. He managed to find their room after about five minutes of searching wrong hallways, and almost broke the door trying to get in. He quickly walked to the en’suite and turned on the tap. Splashing cold water on his face, he looked up at himself in the mirror.
‘He wanted to tell her everything. Everything about the forgotten spell to what he just discovered before rudely leaving her alone, but he couldn’t. He was embarrassed. It only took the mention of children to pop his happy little bubble. He couldn’t do it anymore. He made up his mind. He didn’t want to let it her go, but he was going to…for both their sakes… he was going to do the spell and then push her away or else he would drag her down to hell with him. He knew he couldn’t keep her and he didn’t want to hurt her, but he knew he had to…he had to, because he just discovered, that he listed off, all the reason he loved her.’
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Wednesday, April 10^th, 1912 01:36pm
She was confused and embarrassed. Draco had just abruptly left without even a reason as to why. She knew that bringing up children was just part of her ploy to get Dimitra and Robert to like her. She didn’t think it would make Draco run away in fear. It’s not like she really researched schools for their pretend future children.
‘It was just a lie. Why did he run?’
“I didn’t think the thought of children, would make a man run away so fast. Strange fella you got yourself there Mrs. Lovegood.” Robert chuckled.
“Robert dear, do not be rude.” Dimitra stated as she lightly hit Robert in the arm. “The poor boy is probably frightened to be a father.” She faced Hermione again. “He’ll come along dear, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. Some men just need more time than others.”
“Thank you Ms. Black.”
“Please, call me Dimitra. After all you and your husband are the only people we have talked to on this ship so far and you seem like such a sweet couple. If it’s alright with you and your husband; I would like to get to know you more. Would you both like to join us dinner with us this evening? ”
Hermione was thrown back a bit. She didn’t expect to be in Dimitra good graces so soon. She honestly thought she would have to work for it, for at least a few more days anyway.
‘Despite Draco’s reaction a moment ago, she knew if it came down to it she could get the stone without him. It wouldn’t be the first time she did a task on her own. After all, if it wasn’t for her helping Harry and Ron behind the scenes, Voldemort would probably still be alive. She just needed to play her cards right.’
“That is such a kind gesture Dimitra. We would be happy to join you and please call me Hermione.” She exclaimed with a wide smile.
The waiter had arrived shortly after, to received their orders. Hermione didn’t know if Draco was coming back or not, so she ordered his food for him. If he didn’t return, she could just ask to get it boxed up for him. She was still a little angry that he just left, but she wasn’t callous. Once the ordered were placed she looked back to Dimitra and tried to study the necklace, but it was hard to see all the details from the distance she was at, so she decided to come up with a plan. It took her about ten minutes to finally come up with one she thought might work.
‘It’s not concrete, but it’s better than nothing.’ she thought.
“Ms. Bl-Dimitra, I couldn’t help but admire the necklace you are wearing. It is quite beautiful. However did you come across it?” she asked, taking a sip of her water.
“Oh, why thank you dear.” Dimitra replied as she touched a hand to the necklace. “It is actually a family heirloom. It used to be my uncle’s before he gave it to me. It was… if I recall correctly, a twenty-first birthday present, three years ago.”
“It is so lovely. The details on it must be extraordinary. I have always had a fondness of older jewelry. You…you wouldn’t happen to mind…if I took a look a closer look at it, would you? I know it’s rude of me to ask.”
“No not at all. After all it is just a piece of jewelry. If you were to try and steal it you wouldn’t get very far anyway, seeing as we are at sea right now.” She joked as she removed the long chained necklace from her person and handed it over to Hermione.
Hermione let out a small laugh as she gently took the pendant from Dimitra’s outstretched hand. Looking it over in her hand, she took in every detail she possibly could. It was a sterling silver, Victorian vintage style pendant, in the shape of a backwards ‘S’. The Time Stone was placed in the bottom notch, which was slightly wider than the top. There was writing in, what she thought was Latin, on the back of the necklace. She couldn’t read it but she could memorize the words. All-in-all the pendant was simple and elegant.
Before she could hand the necklace back, she noticed a frustrated looking Draco, making his way back to the table.
‘She didn’t know what his deal was, but his timing is impeccable. She could kiss him right now. Using him as a distraction would guarantee her new plan’s success.’
“Draco! You came back!” She exclaimed, a little louder than necessary as she purposely pushed her napkin off the table.
The couple turned their heads to look at the man returning, so she bent over to “pick her napkin up”, and quickly pulled out her wand.
“Geminio.” She whispered, pointing her wand that the necklace.
A perfect duplicated appeared and she placed the real necklace in her handbag. Grabbing her napkin off the floor, she straightened herself up and pretended like nothing happened. Draco was now standing by his chair but he looked like he was having a fight with himself.
“I am very sorry for leaving like I have. I was not feeling very well.” He explained.
“No worries son. All is well. Your wife here ordered lunch for you. It should be out shortly.” Robert replied.
Draco nodded his head as he took his seat. She saw him look over as her and his eyes went wide. Hermione was confused before she realized what he was staring at. She still held the necklace in her hand; well the fake one, but he didn’t know that. She apologized to Dimitra for holding on to the pendant for so long, as she handed it back to her.
Lunch was served and Hermione was grateful they could change the topic. In the middle of her meal she felt Draco place hand on her lap. She squeeze his hand as reassurance that she was no longer mad at him, before continuing the conversation she was having with Robert, about American Military. It wasn’t until he went to remove his hand a few minutes later, that she felt a small pain in her stomach. She had felt that type of pain before and knew what just happened. He had used a contraption spell on her.
‘But why do it now? He was acting so strange and now he’s looking for sex again? Men are so mysterious.’
After lunch, the couples said their farewells and promised to meet for dinner later that night. Hermione tried to take Draco’s hand as they walked to the lift but he jerked it away and put it in his pocket. She was now even more confused with his behavior.
‘One minute he’s happy and the next he’s distant. He’s a rollercoaster and he’s making her nauseous.’
They took the elevator up in silence and Hermione was itching to ask him what his deal was. She tried again to hold his hand but he shrugged her off as he looked past the bellman. She was getting angry now. Once they exited the elevator, he rushed ahead of her, leaving her to walk the corridors alone. She didn’t know what she did to deserve being ignored. She figured that there was no way he was being cold to her because of her mention of children earlier. She needed to get to the bottom of it and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
‘She risked so much getting the first stone without him, there was absolutely no way she was going to let him treat her like scum again. Not after everything they have been through. She would be damned if she let him make a fool of her.'
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