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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
**I’m sorry I haven’t updated the last couple of days. I received a really bad bite from a Husky I was grooming at work. My hand and arm have been swollen and in pain, preventing me from typing and I just discovered yesterday, at the doctors, that the wound is now infected due to incompetent doctors at the ER I was sent to. I managed to finish this chapter though, but please forgive me if it is a few more days before chapter 15 is posted.**
@saxma66- That is a very good question. I don’t see Dimitra detecting the magic unless she used a spell of her own to aid her. She is a powerful witch but not like Dumbledore or Voldemort who can sense things like that. So far she likes them and doesn’t see them as a treat in anyway, so there would be no reason to find out if they are of magical blood. I won’t say though, whether she does or doesn’t find out about what they did. But I will say that she does know Lovegood’s are purebloods but being a Black, she never associated herself to know them well. Lovegood’s aren’t the most popular or rich family. For all she knows Draco could be a squib and Hermione a muggle; which is most likely why she hasn’t brought up magic yet in conversation. However if she does find out the couple has magic, I don’t see her caring too much, since they aren’t family and haven’t given any indication of telling on her; which would ultimately be her main concern. If that makes any sense lol.

Chapter 14- Stay With Me
Wednesday, April 10^th, 1912 03:08pm
Draco sat on the love seat and placed his face in his hands. He realized pushing Hermione away was going to be a lot harder than he thought. He hated pulling away from her, when she tried to reach for his hand and he hated himself for walking away from her. It was torture seeing her get angry for something he purposely did. But he couldn’t stop. He had to make her angry enough to hate him again. He would be nice in public but behind closed doors, he would be heartless. He decided he wouldn’t use the term mudblood however. The kind of hate he would get from her, for saying it, would be irreversible; it would kill him.
The door to the suite opened slowly and he was prepared for the fight that was going to happen. He turned his head slightly to see her; she looked so angry, but he could see the sadness brewing in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to cry. He didn’t blame her. They were getting along so well and he basically was tearing himself away from her. He turned his head forward and took a deep breath as he prepared himself to be callous.
“Took you long enough Granger. You got to be faster than that if you want to catch up to a superior, such as myself.” He mocked.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asked with her brows furrowed.
He knew he had to make this fight good.
“You are; you bloody witch! You’re an embarrassment and I am ashamed to be seen with you in public! You don’t belong in First Class with Purebloods!” He almost shouted as he stood up from the love seat. It hurt him to say those words but he had to keep going. He had to push her away.
“What? What did I do? May I remind you that YOU are the one who ran away from the table for no good reason, while I stayed behind to clean up YOUR mess!”
“My mess? If you didn’t talk about stupid topics, no one cared about, than maybe I wouldn’t have had to get away from you. You’re suffocating everyone with your know- it-all bullshit!”
“God Malfoy, who hurt you? Why are you being such a git all of a sudden? No thanks to you, I got the bloody pendant from Dimitra, and I’ll get the other one without you as well! You are useless, you know that? Pathetic and useless!” she claimed, as her hand cut the air.
Her words broke his heart into a million pieces. He could feel himself crumbling. He didn’t want to keep going but he had no choice. He couldn’t risk dragging her into his miserable life. He didn’t want himself to be the reason her friends abandon her or his parents hex her. He didn’t want to be the reason she would be alone when they got back. He realized that even being friends with her, would cause her heartache. He knew Potter and the rest of the clan would shun her or make being friends with him difficult. Hell, he even knew his friends; mainly Pansy, would torment her and make her teased days at Hogwarts, look like silly child’s play. He had to keep going; for her own good. But at that thought, he had also made another realization.
‘If he really loved her, than the further away she was from him in this era, the less it would hurt for him when it came time to say goodbye.’
“So you stole the pendant, after I specifically told you to be patient? How fucking stupid can you be? We just got on the blasted ship Granger! She will know you stole the damn thing! Salazar you are dumber than Weasel! You know what? You two belong together. You’re both equally ignorant to anything around you! It’s a bloody miracle you survived the war!”
He could feel his rage boiling now. Actual anger was forming as he spoke those words. He was trying to push her away, not get them caught on the first day.
“Me? You’re the coward who switched sides when he realized his side was losing! I spent months helping destroy horcrux’s, while you sat at home playing house with an evil dictator! And I’ll have you know that I won’t get caught, because I used a duplication spell, when you walked in and handed her back the fake one! How dare you accuse me of being reckless! How about next time you ask me how I achieved a task, before just assuming shit!”
Draco was little shocked. He didn’t expect her to duplicate the blasted thing. But he had to stay on his mission. No matter how much he wanted to kiss her, at that moment, for being so smart.
“That’s very Slytherin of you Granger. Congrad-u-fucking-lations! So you were impatient enough to get the first stone, but still too stupid to remember we still need to be back in the bloody castle. We have seven days to get the other stone! How about you not try getting us caught and just wait to get the second one!”
“Oh my God Malfoy! Call me stupid…one more time!” she dared him.
‘She was annoyed now. He was getting close, just a little further.’
“You…are…stu-”
He started to say but she pulled out her wand and sent a Stupefy hexed right at his chest. The sheer power of the spell, threw him backwards into the wall and he landed on the floor with a hard thud. His head hit the wall with such force, that he blacked out.
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He awoke sometime later with a throbbing headache. Sitting up from the love seat he was placed on, he tried to remember what happened. Once it finally came to him, his rage built back up.
‘She hexed him! The fucking dumb bitch hexed him! Well, at least she didn’t punch him again. Actually, he probably would have preferred a punch, over being knocked unconscious by a very powerful hex. He couldn’t really blame her though. He was being mean. Everyone knew Hermione Granger was far from stupid, but he knew it would push her over the edge. He still needed her to hate him, but he didn’t need to be almost killed in the process.’
He looked up at the hanging clock, on the wall to his right, near the bathroom entrance. It read 08:25. He tried standing up but had to sit back down, due to dizziness. Instead he looked out one of the glass windows from the seat. Assuming it was pm, seeing as it was now dark out, he realized he had missed dinner and was now hungry, angry, and had a pounding headache.
Trying to stand again was worthless because his head throbbed in severe pain; so he laid back down and shut his eyes, but it didn’t help. Just then, he heard the door to the suite open, but ignored it; because he knew exactly who had entered. It was either her or Mr. Strafford. He hoped it was the latter, but his luck today wasn’t so great.
He heard her clear her throat after the door clicked shut and was already dreading what she was going to say.
“How are you feeling?” Hermione asked calmly.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. Asking how he was feeling, wasn’t anywhere near what he expected her to say. He expected her to yell at him, maybe even hex him again, but not ask him if he was doing okay.
“I would be feeling just fine without this large bump on my head and this ear splitting headache you were so kind to give me.” He replied in a snarky attitude, still laying down on the love seat.
“Well, I left you some aspirin on the counter in the bathroom. Its muggle medicine but it will help with your headache and the swelling to your head. I also brought you up some dinner, since you were unconscious for it, and I figured you would be hungry.” She stated, ignoring his comment. “And in case you were wondering why we are stopped; the ship has anchored for the night, near France, to pick up some passengers, and will be setting off again by 01:30pm tomorrow. But we should still arrive in New York by the seventeenth, as scheduled.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? After everything I said to you earlier, you should hate me.” He said a little too calmly.
“Do you want me to hate you Draco?” she asked in a confusing tone.
He couldn’t tell her yes. He wanted to, but the word just wouldn’t leave his lips, so he just stayed silent, in hope that she would walk away and leave him alone; but she didn’t. He could practically feel her frustration of being ignored, oozing off her, as she stood by the doorway.
“You know what? Maybe I should just leave you here! It’s obvious you hate me for no reason other than your ego being too large for your head and I’m sick of the back and forth with you!” she walked away from the door and around the love seat. Slamming the dinner on the mahogany coffee table, she stared him down. “You want me to hate you? FINE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH DRACO MALFOY!” She yelled at him.
She turned on her heels and marched to the bedroom, slamming the door in the process. Draco flinched at the sound but couldn’t say anything; he couldn’t do anything. He thought that hearing her say those words would make things easier, but he was wrong. He was so very wrong. His heart shattered into a million pieces and he felt tears trying to fight their way to the surface of his grey eyes.
‘This is what he wanted. But he never expected it to hurt this badly. It felt like someone took his heart, ripped it from his chest, and threw it into the ocean; never to be seen again. Never in his life has he felt this kind of pain before. It was beyond torture; he felt like…like he was dying.’
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Thursday, April 11^th, 1912 08:31am
Hermione awoke feeling like shit. Her eyes were puffy and still red from crying herself to sleep last night. She had put a locking charm, of her own creation on the door, and put a silencing spell up so Malfoy couldn’t hear her crying over him. She still couldn’t believe he could be so cruel to her, and for no reason. She thought they were getting along fine and she still didn’t understand why he flipped his switch so quickly, and so randomly. He still never told her why, but that just made her more determined to find out today.
She got out of bed and walked over to the armoire across the room, to pick out a dress for breakfast. The purple sparkly dress she wore the night before, to dinner, still sat on the armchair she threw it on. Everyone last night, was dressed in their best as they talked about their first day on the ship. They waited, for about an hour, to socialize in the Reception Hall before being seated in the Dining Saloon. Once she was sat with Dimitra and Robert and dinner had started, she tried taking her mind off of the blonde man she hexed in their room earlier, but she couldn’t. Deciding she still cared for him even though he was being an arse; she ordered him some food and had to practically beg the waiter to let her take it up to the suite, instead of one of the staff members.
Shaking the thought from her mind, she pulled out a white corset and a light pink and white dress from the armoire; Hermione grabbed her wand and used a spell to get dressed in her undergarments. Slipping into the dress, she fixed her face and hair, took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door.
Draco laid fast asleep on the love seat as the sun started to shine through the ships round windows. Still mad at him for causing her heartache; she walked to the open en-suite, filled a up the glass that was sitting on the counter with cold water, and walked back out to the sitting room. She stared at him for a few moments before tipping the full glass onto his unsuspecting face.
He was startled awake and looked around the room in such a face pace, it made Hermione somewhat dizzy to watch him. His eyes finally landing on her angry ones, his surprised expression turned sour.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” he yelled, wiping the water from his face with the palm of his hand.
“I could ask you the same question! Now…” she began as she pulled out her wand and placed a locking charm on the exit door “We are going to talk about why you are being so callous to me, for no reason, and why you seem to think it is okay.”
“Piss off! I’m not talking to you and I don’t have to! I’m not dealing with this shit! You hate me remember? You said it yourself last night. So why even bother?” he asked angrily as he shook his head to remove the water from his hair.
“I’m bothering because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop caring about you! I deserve to know what I did and why you are acting like a like a pompous maggot! And don’t you dare start insulting me and telling me bullshit excuses, because I swear on Godric’s grave Malfoy, I will hex you again and again until you tell me the truth!”
“I CAN’T!” He yelled, swinging his legs off the love seat to put himself in a sitting position.
“Why the hell not? We aren’t leaving this room until you tell me! I doubt you made an unbreakable vow with someone; so tell me NOW Malfoy!”
“NO!”
She was getting so frustrated with him now that she had to stop herself from pulling out her wand and hexing him again. She didn’t want to hurt him; no matter how much he hurt her, but she wanted to get to the bottom of things.
“For Godric’s sakes-”
“JUST STOP GRANGER! Please…just stop.” He interrupted.
“Like hell I will! And you know-”
“Stay with me.” He asked looking defeated while he lowered his head.
Hermione stood there frozen looking at him in shock and confusion.
“What?” she asked, finally able to speak after that startling question.
He looked up at her with the most saddened expression across his face.
“You suggested last night that you wanted to just leave me here…I…I thought about it and to be honest it’s not such a bad idea.”
“What?”
‘She still didn’t understand. She wasn’t serious about leaving him. She was just so angry. Why would he want to be left here?’
“I can be free here…I can be free to be with you.” He explained. “I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents or getting married when I don’t want to, and you wouldn’t have to be shunned for being with me or being my friend. No one would give you shit here Hermione…so…stay with me…stay here in this time…with me.”
“I don’t…is that why you’ve been acting like a prick to me? You are worried about what will happen in the present? Godric Draco! That doesn’t give you the right to treat me like garbage! You never even gave me a chance to give my opinion on the matter. You can’t just make choices for me!”
“I’m sorry okay! I was trying to do what I thought was best! I thought that if I pushed you away, things would be easier for you when we got back! I didn’t want to be the reason for your misery!”
“You could never be the reason for my misery. If I choose to have you in my life, then that is my decision to make, and mine alone. If my friends can’t accept my choices then they are no friends of mine; but Malfoy… I have to go back; I can’t not see my friends. And we don’t know how us staying in the past, would change the present. For all we know we stay here and Voldemort wins the war. We could potentially sacrifice a lot of people’s lives just because you don’t want to deal with your life at home.” She explained calming down some.
“I don’t care about sacrificing people who technically at this moment, aren’t even born yet!” he countered as he stood up from his seat to stand directly in front of her.
He was leaning over her, so she slightly leaned back but quickly stood up straight. She wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand.
“Well I care! Those people are my friends and my family! You’re friends and family would be just fine since they are pureblood and sided with evil, but mine…” She stopped raising her voice at him and looked him in the eyes with fresh tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. “It took me a long time to find my parents Draco, a long time. You would never understand the measures I had to take to protect them from the war…It took seventeen…seventeen different powerful Aurors, and three years to try and reverse the memory charm I used. I just got them back…I can’t lose them again…I can’t stay here. As much as I want to I just…can’t.” she finished as she bowed her head and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“I don’t want to be your friend Hermione.”
She looked back up at him. Overcome with sadness, she started to walk away.
‘She couldn’t take any more heartbreak. She had taken more than enough to last two life times. She even told herself in the beginning of this journey, that she wouldn’t let him hurt her; and yet here she is, allowing him to crush her heart and he didn’t even seem to care. She didn’t know why she kept allowing him to do it. He only cared about what he wanted, but she just couldn’t stop wanting to be with him. She couldn’t stop wanting to keep him in her life. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time she would allow him to break her heart; but for now, she needed to lick her wounds before he threw more salt in them.’
She didn’t make it very far before he stopped her. He took hold of her arm and gently turned her around.
“You don’t get it…I don’t want to hurt you. I never did. But you’re not seeing this through my eyes. I don’t want to be the reason for your pain…I can’t, it would break me. I couldn’t handle Pansy tormenting you or my parents…I just wouldn’t be able to handle them hurting you because of me. I don’t care about the people in the present and I have my reasons-”
“So you’re just going to throw me to the side when we get back? Like I didn’t mean anything to you? Push me away when things get hard? Stop trying to make decisions for me!”
“I’m not! I am making decisions for myself! I am doing what needs to be done! You mean everything to me Hermione which it why I have to push you away. Anything good in my life gets ruined and I won’t have you be dragged down with me.” He claimed as he moved away from her and sat down on one of the arm chairs. She followed him but didn’t sit down. She stood just a few feet away and looked at him. Her anger was boiling over and she needed him to tell her the truth.
‘Nothing he is saying makes any sense. She could take care of herself and he knows that; there has to be something he not telling her. It had to be something serious to make him want her to hate him. She knows the consequences for her choices but there has to be something more for him to be doing this. She was getting close to the truth. She just needed to push a little more.’
“That isn’t your choice to make! I am a big girl and I am perfectly capable of standing up for myself. Your reasoning for doing this makes sense; yes, but at the same time it’s not enough to make me understand why you don’t want to be friends with me now or why you don’t want to just be with me until we go back. What aren’t you telling me? What has gotten you so worked up that-”
“I don’t want to be friends with you because it would be too hard to say goodbye to you when we leave!” he cut her off, leaned his arms on his legs and entwined his hands together. “I don’t want to be friends with you because I almost got you pregnant. After you mentioned children yesterday, I remembered I forgot to do a contraption spell the other night. Realizing how much danger I would put you in, put everything into perspective. But the real reason I walked away at lunch is because I discovered something…”
‘Things were finally becoming clearer. That explains why he did a contraption spell in the middle of a crowded room but what could he have possibly found out, that would make him go to such extreme measures, just to be rid of her?’
She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was finally getting somewhere. She knew whatever he said next would explain why he changed his mind about her in a matter of minutes. She didn’t know if it had to do with the stones or them being stuck in the past, but whatever it was she would find a way to fix it. She wasn’t about to lose him. She saw him take a deep breath as he lowered his head.
“I don’t want to be your friend Hermione because…because I love you.”
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