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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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So I made a little boo boo. It’s not major and you most likely won’t notice it lol but I was actually a day off on all of my chapters. I relooked up the actual date the titanic sank and realized it was a on a Monday, not a Sunday. *Face palm* so I have gone back through every chapter and fixed the dates including the newspaper article. Thank God I didn’t put the actual day of the week in the story; otherwise I would have kicked myself until I fixed it!
PART 2 OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THINGS ARE STEAMING UP ; )

Chapter 17- The More You Know
Thursday, April 11^th, 1912 07:45pm
Draco followed Hermione back up the Grand Staircase and down the corridor towards their room. She was walking so fast he had to actually take larger steps to keep up with her. She was acting strange and he couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed to have been going well at dinner. He wondered if she was pulling a ‘him’ and running away. He hoped she wasn’t. He just got her back. He didn’t want her to push him away.
They finally reached their state room and Hermione swung the door opened so fast he thought it would have broken if she used anymore strength.
‘Was she mad at him? What would possess her to act like this? He didn’t do anything that he knew of, to make her mad at him. Was she mad at Mr. Ismay for what he said? Salazar! He was thinking like a woman! Stop it! Just ask her.
He entered the room and closed the door. She was pacing the length of the love seat. She was angry at something, he just didn’t know what.
“Hermione what is wrong?” he asked confused.
She didn’t say anything to him. She kept pacing back and forth, cursing out loud.
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck! God damn it, shit!”
“Granger!” he raised his voice to grab her attention, once he realized she wasn’t listening to him. “As much as I love hearing you curse, I would rather hear it with you under me. Now tell me what is wrong, so I can help?”
“We are screwed!” She began as she stopped her pacing and looked at him. “We are fucking one hundred percent, absolutely, positively, screwed!” she explained, although not very well.
“What are you talking about? Everything was going just fine unt-”
“I remember!”
“What?” He asked, still confused.
“I remember how I recognized this ship Draco! How Mr. Ismay, Mr. Andrews, and Mrs. Brown’s names seemed so familiar to me. I was right when I said the Titanic looked familiar to me! God we are so royally fucked!” She stated as he threw her hands in the air and crouched down to the ground. He hid her face in her hands and began to curse again.
“Granger! You’re going to have to be more specific.”
She removed her hands from her face and looked up at him.
“Draco this ship is famous-”
“Well I can see why, it’s only the largest steam ship in the world right now-” he cut her off still not getting anywhere.
‘Why is she stating the obvious and how does it have anything to do with her being so upset?’
“STOP CUTTING ME OFF!” She screams as she rose from her position near the floor.
He threw his hands up in defense. He wasn’t trying to start a fight with her, but he needed to know what she was going on about.
“Alright sorry; tell me what this ship is famous for then.” He replied calmly.
“We shouldn’t be here! The wizarding world wouldn’t know of it because it’s not taught in school and it’s highly unlikely your ancestors would tell the stories, since it was built by muggles! But in the muggle world, my world, the Titanic is famous for more than being largest luxury liner…it’s famous for killing over fifteen hundred people!” she explained through tears. “We’re not going to make it to New York Draco. This ship will sink!”
He stood there frozen to the ground. He was dumbfounded at the news she just said.
‘She’s lying. The ship can’t sink…but Mr. Andrew’s even said she’s made of iron and she can. He is the bloody architect! He of all people would know! But why is she saying this now? Is it for revenge? She decided to create some random made up story to scare him; to get back at him for being a piece of shit to her before. Or maybe she is just mixing ships up?’
“You’re joking right? This is all a joke. You’ve got your ships mixed up that’s all.” He was finally able to say through his shock and fear.
“I am serious! This isn’t some kind of joke Malfoy. This is real and we are stuck on this ship, in the middle of the Atlantic!”
“How- When?” he asked firmly.
“What?”
“When? When will this ship sink? How does it even sink?” he demanded.
“It…it hits an iceberg…I can’t remember when.”
“It…Blood hell! The one blasted thing in the ocean for it to hit and it hits it? I need to you remember when it happens, Granger!”
“Why does it matter? We are stuck on the ship regardless! We can’t get off!” she yelled.
“No but we can damn well try and save the ship!”
“Are you mad? Do you have any idea what that would do to the present? Bad things happen to wizards who mess with time Malfoy! We can’t change the past!”
“I am not staying on a vessel that is going to kill over a thousand people Granger. Us possibly included! We can steer the ship away or…or break the iceberg.” He suggested in a panicked daze.
“Oh my G- WE. CAN’T. CHANGE. THE. PAST MALFOY! What don’t you get about that? Have you never heard of the butterfly effect; chaos theory? Even wizards know about it! For all we know, being on this ship right now has already caused changes to the future. We do something as huge as saving over fifteen hundred lives that should have died, and someone bigger and more horrible than Voldemort is born! Or worse; we could possibly cease to exist because of it! And even if we could change history, it would take at least eighty powerful wizards and witched to move a ship this size, in time, and at the speed she is going. And let’s talk about the iceberg shall we! It would take even more power to move or break the thing because it is ten times the size underneath the water; WHICH IS THE PART THE SHIP HITS!” she frantically yelled that last part.
“So what do we do then!” he asked frustrated.
He was over arguing. They needed a plan and they needed it now.
“I…I don’t know. We need to get the last stone and as soon as all hell breaks loose we find the first life boa- ah shit!”
“What? What now?”
“They will only allow women and children on first…most of the people who die on the ship are men and third class passengers.” She claimed nervously.
“Are yo…ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! I am going to kill Pansy for pushing you into me, causing this mess! So what you are saying, is that one of us, namely me, is going to be stuck on the ship as it FUCKING BLOODY SINKS!” he screamed in fear and anger.
“We’ll find a way-”
“No! You will remember when this happens so I can prepare myself for this shit to go down!”
“I can’t remember! Wait…Draco look in my mind! Maybe you can find the book!” she asked desperately.
“Granger, that could take hours, if not days to find, and that is IF I can even find it! I am not a pro at probing people’s minds, just blocking my own from others.” He stated.
“But you did it the other day.”
“Yeah, because it was only a day since you’ve read that book and you already knew when and where you were, so it wasn’t hard to find since your mind was already focused. Plus I was there; I knew what I was looking for." he ran his fingers threw his hair. "You’re talking about going back years! I would have to search your whole mind for it! If I tried to dig around in your head, at the skill set I’m at, for that long, I could cause permanent damage to your memory! Worse case, it could kill one or both of us if I can’t pull out in time! I am not risking that. I would rather go down with the ship than do something like that to you.” he explained.
“So what do we do?” She asked as a fresh set of tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
He couldn’t take her crying. He knew the fear she was feeling. They were both scared. They could both die and never see the present again. He pulled her into a hug and held her tightly as she cried into his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head and he lightly, swayed back and forth to calm her; to calm them both.
‘They needed to get the other stone first. No matter what happens, that was still priority number one. That way, if one of them doesn’t make it…she could still return home.’
“We will just have to play it out. But no matter what, we get that other stone, okay?”
She nodded her head, calming down slightly and pulled back from him. She walked around the love seat and sat down. He followed her to the seat and sat down next to her. He couldn’t believe the predicament they were in.
‘First they get thrown into the past, then he unintentionally falls in love with his ex-enemy, and now they are stuck on the grandest ship in the world, which is about to sink to the bottom of the ocean. What exactly did he do to deserve all this? Was it some kind of test? If it was, he was surely failing.’
“We…we can’t tell anyone…not only would they think we are crazy, but it most definitely would cause a ripple in time.” she began “We need to make a plan to get the stone and find a way off this ship. No matter what Draco, promise me that we make it home…together.”
“Granger, you know I can’t pro-”
“Please.” She begged.
He looked into her eyes and couldn’t take the sadness.
‘She was his world now. He would do anything for her. He had never broken a promise before in his life, but this was just too much. There was no way either of them knew what their fate would be. How could he make a promise that they would both make it off this ship alive? She looks so desperate. She only needs him to reassure her. He doesn’t want to lie…but she left him no other choice.’
“Alright…I promise.”
X
Friday, April 12^th, 1912 11:45am
Hermione sipped her tea as she looked out the window in the Dinning Saloon. She watched as the ocean passed by the Titanic; without a care in the world of the lives on board. Looking around at the room, her thoughts about the people on this ship grew to concern. She knew many of the people she saw, were going to die. But she couldn’t tell anyone, which made knowing, that much harder.
“Are you sure you are feeling better Hermione? You look a fright.” Margaret Brown asked with concern as she gently touched Hermione’s arm.
“Yes...I am sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m alright, just tired.” She lied.
“Maybe you should go to the infirmary. There seems to be something going around. First your husband and now you, I am concerned.” Dimitra chimed in with a worried expression.
“It okay Demi, I have just started my…well you know…” she lied again.
“Ah, womanhood can be such a bother. Wait until you reach my age! You will never get any sleep then!” Margaret joked as she let out a loud laugh.
“O-kay…Well Aquila and I were thinking of retiring to our rooms to freshen up. You look like you could us some relaxation as well. Should I have my handmaiden run you a bath after she is finished in my room?” Dimitra asked kindly.
“No thank you. I think I am just going to take a nap…” she started as an idea formed in her head. “But um…Do you both bathe right after tea? Forgive me for my intrusion; I was simply wondering if I should make plans for next time.”
“It’s quite alright dear. I don’t normally but I’ve had a very busy morning, if you know what I mean.” She winked.
“We do not need to hear of your sex life Dimitra! That is not a suitable conversation. It is extremely inappropriate to have such a discussion.” Aquila stated firmly disgusted.
Dimitra turned her head, so Aquila couldn’t see her roll her eyes and winked at Hermione again. Hermione couldn’t help but smile at the rebellious woman. She was growing fond of her. She was like the sister she never had. Always rambunctious and didn’t have a care about what anyone thought of her. She was a lot like Ginny in that way. Adventurous, but never naïve. And she always held ones best interest at heart. Hermione really hoped Dimitra makes it off the ship alive.
“I,” on the other hand,” Aquila continued ignoring Dimitra’s antics, “am very adept with cleanliness. I bathe three times a day, before every meal. I feel it keeps the body energized for the day at head.” Aquila chimed with a smile.
“Oh…Pardon my asking but do you keep your ring on during? My husband plans to acquire the finest jewel when we get to America. We decided to wait on rings until we start our new life. Unfortunately, I am not certain if it is safe to bathe with.” Hermione asked with politeness.
“Goodness, no!” Aquila began as she held her left hand to her chest in shock. “Bath soap is not good for the metal. It can rust it easily. I would have thought someone with your stature would know these things. Be sure to take it off before freshening up. Wouldn’t want to ruin your husbands good money now would you?”
“Don’t scare the poor girl now Aquila! Leave her be.” Margaret pleaded sternly.
“No Ma’am. I have never worn a ring before; I do apologize if I have insulted you in any way.” Hermione stated as he lowered her head some.
“Not at all. I just assumed, since you are married to a man with money, that you have also come from money. You should already know all about fine jewelry. A First class woman should always have knowledge about these things. Also why is it that you do not have a handmaiden to help you run a bath?”
“Are you going to interrogate the poor child all afternoon?” Margaret interrupted. She turned to Hermione after giving Aquila a disgusted look. “You don’t have to answer that dear.”
“No, it’s okay Molly. I…I do come from money, just not as much as Draco’s family. Jewelry was never my strong suit. I do appreciate your advice however. Thank you. And as for not having any staff…that’s a long story for another day.” she lied.
“Interesting…”Aquila claimed with a raised brow.
“Anyways…I think I’ll go take that nap now. Thank you ladies for tea, I will see you later.” She quickly stated before Mrs. Malfoy could question her more on to her lies.
With that Hermione set her tea down and stood up. She rushed as fast as she could without anyone suspecting, back to her room. She swung open the door nearly scaring Draco half to death.
“What the…Shit Granger! What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?” Draco announced while holding his chest. He walked away from the window he was looking out of and set his glass of brandy on the coffee table.
“I have an idea on how to get the second stone!” She replied closing the door and ignoring his dramatics. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before it’s so simple!”
“What is? What are you looking for?” he asked noticing that she was searching for something.
“Where is your suit jacket that you wore when we boarded?” she asked as she moved to the bedroom.
“Random.” She heard him grunt under his breath, as he leaned against the door frame. “It’s hanging in the armoire. Why? What do you need with my jacket?”
“These!” she responded holding up the two passports she dug out of the jacket pocket.
“O-kay…I’m confused. First off I don’t even know what those are or how you got them and second, how do they, have anything to do with helping us get the second stone?” He asked with a raise brow.
“Okay so you know how I used the duplication spell on Dimitra necklace?”
“Yes… but how are you going to get Aquila to take off her ring? She won’t be as forthcoming as Dimitra. She is a very modest woman Mione. She won’t just hand over her jewelry.” He stated in an obvious tone as he leaned off the frame.
“Well I just found out some very interesting news.” She replied with a wide smile and walked past him to back into the sitting room. “Wait- Did you just call me Mione?” she stopped to question him curiously.
“Maybe I did…Maybe I didn’t. I’m not telling you.” he said slyly as he walked over to her and slid his hands around her waist.
“Well, don’t…it’s not normal.”
“Nothing about any of this,” he began as he waved a hand in the air, circling the room. “is normal little cub. Now, tell me about this news you found out.” He finished as he started pecking at her neck.
“Draco stop. Now is not the time for that. This is serious!”
He pulled away from her in a huff and went to sit on love seat. He rested an arm across the back before looking up at her. Hermione took the arm chair next to him and began retelling him what happened at tea.
“So, you want to sneak into her stateroom while she is bathing and steal her ring? Didn’t you say a few days ago that we couldn’t do that back at the castle? How are we supposed to get away with doing it now?” he asked.
“We didn’t know then, if she took off her ring or not, and we were just caught being in the place. We couldn’t afford to get caught again. Anyway, that’s where these come in.” she held up the two passports. “We can try to duplicate the ring but we need to get in an out and seeing as the spell requires someone to say the incantation, it is most likely she will hear us in such a quiet room. When I used the spell on the necklace, the room was crowded and loud, so it was easy to get away with it. Also your entrance was enough of a distraction to help me pull it off.”
“Glad I could be of service, but how do two small books help us?”
“These books are passports Draco. They are used by muggles as proof of travel and citizenship. But that’s not the point. The point is, I knew we needed them to get on the ship and since we both are not from this time, I had to create them…These,” She set the passports on the coffee table and brought out her wand. She flicked her wrist as she said an incantation. The two passports warped for a second before turning into two clear whiskey glasses.
“Wait a minute…” he held up a hand to stop her. “You transfigured a whiskey glass into a passport with our information on them? Bloody genius woman! When the hell did you learn that? That was not taught by McGonagall!"
She let out a small laugh and smirked at Draco.
“You’re good at that you know? You could almost pass for a Malfoy.” He smirked in return as he leaned back into his seat. “So you want to transfigure one of these glasses to look like a ring?”
“Yes. I want to combine the duplication spell with a transfiguration spell to make an exact replica of her ring. It’s going to take some time to figure out but I know I can do it…That’s…where you come in.” she explained hesitantly.
“Me?” he questioned surprisingly.
“Yes, you, I need to make a list of all the transfiguration spells I know to try and make this work. I need you, to use your charm on Mrs. Malfoy. I need you to get as close as you can to her and get a good look at her ring. Kiss her hand or something. Suck up to her. We both know that is one of your many talents.”
“Keep stroking my ego Granger and I’ll stroke something of yours in return.” He flirted with a devilish smile.
Hermione’s cheeks flushed at the thought of Draco doing something dirty to her. She felt a tingle below her waist but quickly tucked her legs together and tried to ignore his sexual innuendo.
“We don’t have a lot of time Malfoy. I need you-”
“I know you need me little one. I would be happy to satisfy your every need.” He winked.
“You are impossible! If I promise to have sex with you later will get your mind out of the gutter and use your skills to suck up to your Great-Grand Aunt?” she tried to compromise, fed up with his indecent flirting.
In truth, she really wanted to have sex with him now, but they needed to get the second stone and she had a lot of writing to do.
“I know what a gutter is, how my mind can be stuck in one is beyond me… but fine, I’ll do it at lunch,” He stated standing up from the seat. “And YOU will be my dessert tonight. None of that shitty stuff they pretend to call pudding.”
She let a smile cross her face as she looked down at her hands in embarrassment. She had never had a man want her so badly. It made her feel good but she didn’t know how to react to the things he was saying to her. She saw his shadow leer over her as he stood before her. She lifted her head slowly; careful not to look too long, at the bulge sticking out at her face, begging for her to touch it; and looked up at his face. He bent down and left a small kiss upon forehead before walking away from her to the bathroom.
Sitting in the chair for a few minutes, Hermione played out what just happened in her head, over and over again. She couldn’t break away from it. She knew she needed to start writing spells down, but the distraction was enough to keep her from working; which anyone would say is an impossible task. He was getting to her and it was keeping her from doing one of the things she loved most.
She heard the shower turn on and she thought more on how to keep her mind off Draco’s words. Standing up she grabbed some paper from a drawer and transfigured one of the whiskey glasses into a pen. She sat down on the love seat and started writing down every spell she could remember. After about three, she gave up due to her mind wondering to the naked blonde in the shower.
‘Maybe she should just do something about it. It will help her ease her mind. Then she could focus on working on the plan.’
With that thought she set her pen down and laid herself back on the loveseat. She was sure Draco had already released himself in the shower so she decided it was only fair she could do the same. Lifting her yellow dress up to her hips, she closed her eyes and let her head hit the pillow behind her.
She imagined Draco masturbating in the shower; the water trickling down his lean, pale body, as he stroked himself to the image of her. She imagined his head tilting back in pleasure as he moaned out her name over and over. With the image firmly in her brain, Hermione let her hand slide under her panties and onto her throbbing clit. She let out a soft moan as she fondled herself with small circles. Slipping her middle finger inside herself, she began to play with her left breast, through her dress. She slipped in a second finger as her head tilted to the side and she let out more moans. She was breathing heavily and played with herself more, while the image of Draco caressing himself played in her mind.
She didn’t hear the shower turn off or the bathroom door open. If she had, she would have stopped doing what she was doing and fixed herself before he caught her. But it was too late. She was too focused with her imagination, that she didn’t see the blonde Slytherin, wearing only a towel around his waist, watching her from the doorway.
“Oh Draco…like that…uh yes…fuck, keep going…” She moaned out as she thrusted her fingers faster into wet pussy.
She felt something warm and soft lick her ear and her eyes shot open.
“Keep going Hermione.” He whispered as he dropped the towel and started to stroke himself in front of her. “I want you to cum for me…Cum for me baby.”
“She reached out her left hand to touch his chest while she continued to thrust her other hand in and out. He kissed and nipped at her neck as he rubbed himself, causing her to melt. She grabbed the back of his head and rammed his lips onto hers. Her hips bucked and she cried out her release, into his mouth.
She let her climax ride for a little longer, before removing her hand from herself, and instantly grabbed a hold of his dick. Still kissing him, she pumped him a few times, until he whispered out for her.
“Hermi-I’m gonna cum…”
Thinking of the most erotic thing she could, she pulled away from his face and quickly put his dick in her mouth. She heard him let out a gasp in shock, as she took him all the way in; the tip of his penis made its way down the back of her throat. She gagged a little but ignored it and continued to suck him off. It didn’t take long before he grabbed her hair with both his hands.
“Oh…fuck!” he cried out as he released a flow of warm, salty liquid, into the back of her throat.
She stayed where she was for a few long seconds, letting him enjoy his orgasm, while she wiggled her tongue around the base of his shaft. He twitched at the movement before letting her hair go, so she could remove her mouth from him. She looked up at him and swallowed the creamy load. Licking her lips like she had just tasted the sweetest thing, she leaned forward and left a small kiss just below his navel, before resting her head on his stomach.
He held her there for a second while he got his breathing under control. He then quickly bent down and kissed her hard, inhaling a deep breath, while pushing her against the back of the love seat. His right hand wrapped around her throat lightly as his left hand grabbed her breast and squeezed all while he deepened the kiss. She reached her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Before she knew it, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers.
“That…” He panted with a grin. “Was the hottest thing…I have ever seen…in my entire life.”
She smiled widely with pride and pecked him on the lips. Still breathing a little heavy, he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Salazar woman, you are going to be the death of me!” he exclaimed with a grin. “I’m going to get dressed for lunch now. Do NOT do that again unless I am in the room. You hear me? You will never do that without me!”
“So demanding! Yes sir!” she giggled sarcastically as she saluted.
“Hm…I like the sound of that.” he claimed as he walked towards the bedroom. He stopped in the door way and leaned an arm up against the frame. “Role-playing is now definitely on the list of things we are going to do before this ship sinks. You, my little lioness, are in for a special treat.”
He flicked both eyebrows at her before turning his naked body on his heels and closed the door, leaving a blushing, breathless Hermione, sitting disheveled on the love seat.
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