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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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I don’t normally do song selections but this song works so well with this chapter.
Song choice- If Only–Dove Cameron: 3 minutes and 49 seconds long. Starts when Hermione stands at the top of the stair case. Might be hard to listen and read at the same time. I wrote it and it was hard for me lol. I found it best to know what happens then listen to the song or vice versa. Up to you! : )
THIS CHAPTER IS ONLY HERMIONE’S POV
@saxman66- Thank you! I found the love scene to be easier to write after the first time. And yes my arm is doing so much better. It still hurts but it’s healing. Thank you for your well wishes!

Chapter 16- Realization
Thursday, April 11^th, 1912 06:20pm
*Flashback*
Hermione stared at Draco in bewilderment as he broke the seal on the envelope and read the parchment aloud.
Dear Draco Lovegood,
My handmaiden Susan; or as you may know her, Ms. Applegate, has told me a lot about you and your wife's interest in The Castle. My husband and I would love to meet you both. It is our honor to request your presence at dinner tonight. We shall meet you in the Reception Hall at 06:50pm and proceed to dinner at 07:00pm. We will be dining with Mr. J. Bruce Ismay, Chairman and Managing Director of the White Star Line, and Mr. Thomas Andrews, Naval Architect of RMS Titanic and her sister ship RMS Olympic. Please dress in your best. We look forward to your arrival.
Yours Sincerely,
Aquila Malfoy
‘Hermione couldn’t believe it. The Malfoy’s had requested to meet them at dinner. This not only would give them the opportunity to find out more about Draco’s ancestors but it would also aid them in figuring out how to get the second stone. If they could get close enough to the Malfoy’s, like they have with Dimitra, then they are as good as gold. But something about the two men names in the letter bothered her. She recognized those names but couldn’t place them. Never in her life has she forgotten something but she could feel she was close to figuring out the missing pieces. She was determined to remember, even if it killed her.’
*Flashback Ends*
Hermione stood at the top of the Grand Staircase and nervously played with her dress. She had told Draco to head out before her and meet her at the bottom of the stairs by 06:20pm. She wanted to finally walk down the remarkable architecture and she wanted to do it in style. He never saw the shimmering, royal blue, short-sleeved gown she picked out for him. Nor did he see her hair in soft waves, pinned up to the left side of her neck with a blue butterfly comb. She wanted to surprise him. And now here she was, standing on top of the grandest staircase she had ever seen, and was too nervous to walk down. She peered around the corner of the golden column and could see him facing away from the stairs, shaking hands with Robert Hoarse.
‘He looked so handsome all dressed up. His all black attire made him stand out from everyone but at the same time, blend in. He looked comfortable in this era. It was almost like he belonged. Maybe she could stay here; with him…No…she had to go home. She had to be able to see her friends and her parents. She couldn’t just abandon them.’
Leaning her back against the column, out of the sight of the people standing below her; Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She needed to gather all her courage, which somehow spilt all over the floor, and breathe.
‘You can do this. Just take a step and go.’
Finally taking a step from her hiding spot, she paused when she saw Dimitra look up at her with a smile and wink, Dimitra placed a hand on Draco’s wrist to stop his conversation and pointed with her eyes. He followed the path she was looking to the top of the stairs; his eyes landing on Hermione. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered so hard they threatened to break free through her skin.
‘He had never looked at her that way. In fact, no one had ever looked at her that way before.’
Shaking away the thought, she took a few steps forward to place herself closer to the banister at the top of the staircase.
‘Well…it’s now or never.’
She straightened her shouldered and placed her left, long white gloved, hand on the banister for balance. Taking another deep breath in and letting it out slowly, she took her first step down the Grand Staircase. Draco’s eyes never left hers as she descended. He made her feel like she was the only one in the room; like she was important, like she was actually one of them; a pure blooded rich woman. She felt amazingly special and she couldn’t help but question, if the stairs had also played a part in it.
She stopped on the bottom step as Draco made his way over to her. She felt phenomenal as all her nerves were washed away. Draco took her free hand and lightly kissed the top of her knuckles.
“Darling, you look beautiful.” He claimed in the most proper way. He leaned into to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear. “You, are the most beautiful woman in this room and you have taken my breath away. I am the luckiest man in the world right now.”
He pulled back and winked at her as her cheeks flushed bright red. Finally able to look away from him after what felt like forever, she stepped of the step and greeted the couple waiting behind him. The four of them walked to the Reception Hall and Hermione watched Draco talk to many wealthy people, neither of them knew. She was hypnotized at his poise and grace; his ability to blend in. He introduced her as his wife and every time her heart pounded. She could see him as her husband. She wanted him to be her husband. But with their situation back home, she knew she couldn’t have that.
‘In order for him to be her husband, other than not marrying Astoria Greengrass, she would have to love him. It was too soon for that. Logically and emotionally she wasn’t ready for it. But he loved her and he admitted it to her; in more ways than one. So why couldn’t she love him back? What was stopping her? ...Possibly because every scenario she played out in her head, ended with one or both of them miserable. She wouldn’t allow herself to say those three little words that held so much promise, if she couldn’t keep him in the end. She would stick to her strong feelings and leave them at that. She had to think logically and use her intellect wisely. She didn’t love him. She couldn’t. The universe wouldn’t allow her.’
She continued to watch Draco talk to some rich bloke about how they came into their money, but she wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation. Instead she looked at Draco and imagined a marriage she would never see, children that would never exist, and a life she would never have with him.
‘If only.’
“Something troubling you dear?” Dimitra whispered in her ear.
“What? Oh no. I’m sorry I was just thinking of my family.” She lied.
“You miss them, don’t you? I know it’s hard to marry into money. Robert tells me during every fight, but know this dear; they will always love you. Never forget where you came from, but don’t let it hold you back either.” Dimitra stated as she patted Hermione’s arm and walked back to her fiancé.
‘She had a point, but now was not the time to think it over.’
She turned towards Draco to listen in to the conversation she was completely out of the loop on, and tried her best to pay attention. However it was useless, so she just laughed when anyone else laughed and nodded when she thought it was appropriate. They finally moved away from man and made their way across the room. As they walked, Hermione felt a small tap on her shoulder so she turned around, releasing her hold on Draco’s arm, to see the person who wanted her attention.
“Good evening. You must be Hermione Lovegood. Mr. Strafford was kind enough to point us in the right direction. Oh dear. I am truly sorry, I have not introduced myself. My name is Aquila Malfoy and this is my husband Cygnus. It is my pleasure to finally meet you. Susan has told me so much about you and your love for architecture. She never told me how simply stunning you look.”
Hermione was thrown back. Never in her life, other than Draco, has a Malfoy ever been kind to her. Although, these Malfoy’s, don’t know of her blood status. It was all so surreal to her.
“Th…thank you Mrs. Malfoy. That is very kind of you. The pleasure is all mines. Please let me introduce you to my husband.”
Hermione turned around and made her way back over to Draco. Tapping him on the arm, he looked over at her before looking behind her. His face went into surprise, but he quickly recovered and nodded his head at his faux wife. They took a few steps back to the Malfoy’s and Draco instantly reached out a hand to shake Cygnus’s hand.
“Mr. Malfoy what an honor! I am Draco Lovegood, I have heard so much about you and the company you own. I would love to talk more in detail about the workings of your business. I myself am starting my own company in America and would love to hear of your expertise. That is, if you are willing.” Draco said enthusiastically.
“Of course my dear boy! We shall talk over a Brandy in the Smoking Lounge, after dinner.” Cygnus replied.
Hermione took note that Cygnus was a tall man, but only a few inches taller than Draco. He looked intimidating but sweet. She wondered though, if he had a sibling that gave birth to Draco’s line, since the only thing that looked like him, was his long platinum blond hair.
“It would be my honor...And of course, I could never forget the ever so glowing Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you both so much for the invitation to dinner. My wife and I have looked forward to it all day.” Draco exclaimed as he took Aquila’s hand and left a feather light kiss upon her knuckles.
She was a petite woman, not much taller than Hermione herself, but she was so elegant with her pin straight, black hair, tied up in a tight bun. Hermione was in awe of her beauty. She looked nothing like a Malfoy but she most definitely held the presence of one.
“Oh. What a gentleman. It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lovegood…Forgive me, but are you sure you’re not a Malfoy? The resemblance to my husband’s younger brother, Pyxis is uncanny. You could almost be his twin.” She replied with grace.
“The luck I would need to be a Malfoy, would have to be great.” He began with a chuckle. “I assure you though I am a Lovegood through and through. I appreciate the compliment however. It is an honor to be compared to a family as great as yours.”
“What a pity. Anyways, shall we be seated?” Cygnus asked “We are waiting on three more guests but I will be sure to let the staff know to seat them with us.”
The four made their way over to a long oval table that sat near the ships large windows. There were nine table settings placed with the most extravagant china, Hermione had ever seen.
“Are these all for us?” she whispered to Draco as she eyed the silverware.
“Just start from the outside and work your way in.” he explained after letting out a small laugh.
A waiter removed the reserved sign from the table before seating the guests for dinner. Cygnus sat at the head of the oval while Aquila sat to his right. Hermione had no idea where to sit, so she followed Draco’s lead as he pulled out her chair next to Mrs. Malfoy, before taking a seat to her left. Just then Dimitra and Robert arrived along with Mr. Ismay and Mr. Andrews. Introductions were served around the table before they took they sat down.
Everyone was seated by the time the ninth mystery guest arrived. It was none other than Mrs. Margaret Brown. She introduced herself to the table and sat between Draco and Robert. Hermione had learned through conversation, how Brown’s husband had struck oil somewhere out west and she was what they call ‘new money’.
Mr. Ismay ordered the buffet for the table and a round of Champagne before fully settling into his seat. Once dinner had been served, everyone had started talking to each other more. Hermione had had a good conversation with Aquila about the structure and design of The Castle, while the men had cracked few jokes. The conversation was flowing smoothly; everyone seemed very comfortable with each other now.
“-and Mr. Brown had no idea I had hidden the money in the stove-” Margaret belted out a laugh. “So he comes home drunk as a pig to celebrate, and he lights a fire!”
Everyone let out a laugh as Draco almost choked on his meal due to the surprise ending of the story. Hermione giggled as she rubbed his back, before taking a bit of her roast beef. She felt her confidence grow once she heard Mr. Ismay praise Mr. Andrews for building the Titanic. She figured that since the architect was present; now would be a good time to gain more details about the ship of dreams.
“Your ship is a wonder Mr. Andrews, truly. I was wondering if you could tell us more about it. It is quite spectacular.” She chimed in as the laughter died down.
“Thank you Mrs. Lovegood.” Mr. Andrews replied modestly, giving Hermione a meaningful look.
“What is there to know about her? She’s unsinkable!” Mr. Ismay cut in.
“She’s made of iron sir. I assure you, she can.” Andrews retorted.
“Please forgive me Mr. Andrews, but I did the sum in my head earlier, and it seems...that there aren’t enough lifeboats for everyone on board.” Dimitra questioned.
“About half, actually. Very clever of you to notice, Ms. Black. I had put in some new davits, which can take an extra row of boats inside the one you have seen. But it was thought, by some, that the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled… Sleep soundly though, I’ve built you a good ship; strong and true.”
“How absurd and a waste of deck space, as it is on an unsinkable ship. There is nothing but icebergs to stand in Titanic’s way! I’m sure she could plow straight through them all and they would not even leave a dent!” Ismay exclaimed proudly.
Hermione froze with her fork in her hand. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move; couldn’t breathe. One little word brought everything down upon her; Iceberg.
It all came rushing back to her so fast. She remembered. She had read about the Titanic in fourth year but passed it off to help Harry with the tournament.
‘That explains why she didn’t remember. She was so focused on helping Harry that every muggle book she read that year, came last to him…No! No, no, no, no, no! How could she be so stupid! She had plenty of signs but she didn’t pay attention to them. They were all right there, in front of her face, and she ignored them. She had to get out of there. She had to tell Draco.’
She dropped her fork and it hit her plate with a loud clang. Everyone went quiet and looked at her but she couldn’t move. She had to think of a plan but nothing was coming to her. They couldn’t disapparate due to time travel law and they had no floo powder. They were stuck, in the middle of the ocean, on a doomed ship.
Draco placed his hand on her back and looked at her with concern.
“Hermione my love? Are you okay?” He asked calmly.
She couldn’t speak without giving away that she knew of ships fate to everyone. So she turned her head slowly and looked Draco dead in the eye.
“I suddenly don’t feel so well…Draco darling, can you take me back to our room?” she lied.
“Of course.” He replied confused but looked back to the group with frown. “If you’ll excuse us, I would like to escort my wife back to our stateroom. She is feeling unwell. Thank you so much for dinner. We must do it again soon.”
Everyone nodded their heads and wished Hermione better, but she didn’t care. She had to get Draco out of there. She had to tell him everything she remembered. She had to tell him that the ship will sink.
‘With them still on it.’
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