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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14310 -:- 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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@saxman66- the last part of your comment made me smile. Thank you so much for your kind words. I am finding it very fun to write sex scenes now. I am learning how to write them better each time. To answer your question though, about Hermione knowing how to deep throat; it was a spur of the moment thing for her. She didn't really know what she was doing but went with the flow and figured Draco would like it. :) As for getting the second stone...you're just going to have to read on to find out ;)

Chapter 18- To Deceive a Malfoy
Friday, April 12^th, 1912 07:45pm
After dinner was finished Draco stood up from the table he sat at with Dimitra and Robert, and excused himself for a moment. He had told Hermione earlier in the day that he would memorize the detail of Aquila Malfoys ring. After his love had recounted the conversation she had had during tea, with Aquila, he had come up with a full proof plan. He did not have a chance all day to speak with his ancestor, so he waited patiently, until dinner was almost over. As the men took their leave to have a drink and talk business in the Smoking Lounge, it gave him the perfect opportunity to corner Lady Malfoy and use his master skills as a charmer to get a good look at the piece of jewelry.
He wanted to keep thinking though, about the glorious moment he caught Hermione masturbating in front of him that afternoon, but he didn’t have time. He had to get in and get out before Aquila caught on to his little charade. He would, however, replay that memory later with Hermione. After all he did say she would be his dessert. And he wasn’t lying. He was going to devour her, until she lost her voice from screaming his name.
Making his way over to the table Mrs. Malfoy sat at, he suddenly became nervous. She was surrounded by high class women, gossiping away about useless things. He had to come up with another plan to get close to her without the women being suspicious of his actions. Thinking he finally found a good way; Draco took a breath and interrupted the conversation.
“Excuse me ladies, I apologize for my very rude interruption, but I was wondering if I may speak to Mrs. Malfoy for a moment? I promise to return her as I found her.” he grinned.
It seemed to have worked since the women all swooned over him and stood up. He subtly winked at a few as they passed by him, to give off the impression of interest, as he bowed his head in thanks. Most of the women knew he was ‘married’ but Draco knew that most females loved, if not craved, the attention of an attractive man. The flirting just added to his charm.
He turned back to the table and produced a wide, fake, smile at Aquila.
“What is it that you need to speak with me about Mr. Lovegood? You have interrupted a very important conversation.” She asked with a stern look.
“Forgive me Mrs. Malfoy, I did not mean to interrupt your gathering. I have been trying to talk with you all day and this was the only time to do so. I wanted to acquire your opinion. Hermione has mentioned to me that you are somewhat of an expert in jewelry.” He claimed politely.
“She is indeed correct.” She perked up “Please, have a seat. How may I be of assistance you?”
Draco took the empty seat next to Aquila. He rested his arms on his legs and looked up at her.
“Well,” he began “as you may know my wife and I do not have wedding rings.”
“I took notice. Your wife has no knowledge of the things she should. A proper lady should know how to care for her jewelry. It is a shame. It makes me wonder if she really even comes from money. She sure does not portray it very well. I have also taken notice that you do not have a handmaiden either. Why is that? Your wife seemed a bit, off, when asked. I found it rather ill-mannered.” she asked skeptically.
“I did not feel comfortable taking my parent’s staff from them since they have been with them for so long. My wife also felt the same about her parent’s staff. So we will hire new ones in America. As for the rings, we got married quickly, but that is a long tale for another time.” he explained not really knowing another lie he could use to add to the faux story.
He saw her open her mouth to protest. He knew what she was going to ask, so thinking quickly he held up a hand to stop her.
“And before you ask, our parents approved and were present at the ceremony. I know you are a very traditional woman Mrs. Malfoy, my parents are as well. Just know that there was no scandal involved. My wife was not pregnant nor was she betrothed to another, and quite frankly, it is none of your business. I do not mean to be rude to a person of your stature; however I do not take kindly to being questioned the manner you are doing so now, nor do I take kindly to you insulting my wife. She is of pure blood and we do not need nor have asked for your permission.”
She looked at him in utter disbelief that he had the nerve to speak to her that way. But, he was a Slytherin and he knew the inner workings of them. He also knew how Malfoy’s acted; being one himself, there was no way he was going to let a late ancestor walk all over him like she was better than him.
‘He fought in a war and watched one of the most evil beings, kill and torture people in his own home. He can most definitely manage Aquila Malfoy.’
“Now-” he began again.
“Did you say pureblood?” she asked cutting him. “You are a wizard then Mr. Lovegood?”
“I…” ‘Shit.’
“It is quite alright Draco. I have assumed as much. You have merely confirmed my suspicions. However, knowing what I do now makes the questions you have answered, well …even more suspicious. I would like to make a deal with you Mr. Lovegood. One I do not think you will refuse.” She held her head up high as she made her suggestion.
“And what if I say no to this deal of yours?” he replied leaning back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“I highly doubt you will say no, once I have told you what it is. Perhaps, we should bring your lovely wife into the mix. This is something, I feel, she will need to partake in as well.”
She looked around Draco, at Hermione, who was laughing cheerfully as she talked to Dimitra and Robert, with the famous Malfoy smirk on her face. Aquila looked back at Draco before standing up and rested a hand on his shoulder. She bowed slightly and whispered in his ear.
“I shall meet you in front your stateroom in twenty minutes. Do not be late. The proposition I hold shall not be heard by prying ears. I know your wife is not of pure blood. That is, if she is even your wife. I am a very powerful witch and I have a very keen eye Draco. I can spot a lie, miles away.”
With that being said she walked off and left Draco speechless in the chair.
‘What…the fuck …just happened? What deal could she possibly want to make? This makes no sense. He would have to tread carefully. This Malfoy seemed much more manipulative and devious then anyone in his family. Well maybe not Bellatrix, she was just a few pages short of a book; which was one of the reasons she was so dangerous. He had to give Aquila credit though, she could definitely give his mother a run for her money.’
Draco stood up and walked over to Hermione who was laughing at a joke Robert said. He grabbed her upper arm and kissed her on the cheek before whispering to her.
“We need to go back to the room, now. Something important came up; it’s urgent.”
She looked confused but nodded her head and said her farewell’s to the couple, before taking Draco’s hand and following him out of the Dinning Saloon.
Hermione stopped in front of the Grand Staircase and released her hand from Draco’s death grip.
“Draco, what is it? I was having a good time in there. Did you get a good look at the ring? What did you say to Aquila?” she asked almost excitingly.
He looked around the room to make sure no one was listening before taking a step forward, invading her personal space, and leaned into her ear.
“Be careful around Aquila Hermione.” He warned.
“What? I don’t understand? What happened?” She asked pulling back from him slightly.
“She…she insulted you. I accidentally let slip that you were pure blooded and now she wants to meet us at our room to strike a deal of some sorts. She had her suspicions of us being magical but now she wants her questions answered in exchange for something. I don’t know what. We are meeting her now. Just be careful what you say, okay? She is not only a Malfoy but she is also a Slytherin and she knows you are not pureblood…and possibly not my wife. ” he explained nervously.
The scared and shocked look on Hermione’s face was one Draco had been dreading. She just confirmed his fears about the situation.
‘If she was terrified, then the predicament they found themselves in must be bad…fuck!’
He grabbed her wrist and led her to the lift. He told the bellman B-deck and they waited in silence as the lift began to rise. Once they were on the correct floor, Draco nodded his head in thanks to the man, and lead Hermione down the corridor. He stopped just before turning the corner to their room, took a deep breath, and checked to make sure his wand was in reach in case he needed it.
Once his nerves were settled, he turned the corner and saw Aquila standing outside the room waiting patiently with her hands folded in front of her.
“Well…Are you going to let me in then?” she questioned.
Draco rolled his eyes and opened the door, careful not to let Aquila near Hermione. Mrs. Malfoy walked in the room and looked around a moment before taking a seat in the armchair to the left, near the bedroom door. The couple followed suit and sat further away from her; Hermione sitting in the other armchair and Draco on the loveseat. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Aquila cleared her throat, pulled out her wand, and placed a silencing spell on the door.
“I will get straight to the point. You cannot deceive me; I have been watching you for a while now. My suspicions that you both are of magical blood begun when I saw Hermione here, somehow held a duplicate of Ms. Black’s necklace at lunch the other day. I saw it when she bent down to retrieve the napkin she purposely dropped. You both being magical was confirmed earlier by you Draco, which made me think about a few things. You were both caught by my handmaiden a few days ago in The Castle; she recounted the story to me when you left, but she is naive. I however, am not. I became suspicious of you the moment she told me your story. You then somehow acquired sold out First Class tickets, last minute, and boarded the ship with no staff. I watched as you both stood on the upper deck for a long while, with emptiness in your eyes before you, Draco, hugged your wife in comfort. Knowing what I know now, I have come to the conclusion that you were searching her mind for something.”
The pair looked in shock at the woman as she called them out.
“I invited you both to dinner to see if I could study you more. I am going assume that since you were both in England, that you went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, did you not? I will not lie; Hermione dear, you are exceptionally gifted in logic, but you are not of pureblood. You were brave to be able to accept my invitation to dinner, knowing that I am a high ranked pure blooded witch. I first guessed you were placed in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, do to your kind nature and intelligence, but studying you further at dinner, I recant my opinion. You also have the inner workings of a Slytherin and are very good at manipulating a situation to your benefit. One would say all houses suit you very well, however, I believe you were placed in Gryffindor.”
Hermione nodded her head in shock but continued to listen.
“And Draco, you are one tough nut to crack I will admit. There is something about you that I could not quite figure out until you introduced yourself as a Lovegood. You look exactly like Cygnus’s younger brother. You may have the blonde hair of a Lovegood, but not the offset or looks of one; you have poise and class. Also not only did you praise my husband, but you praised the Malfoy name like you knew it well. I wanted to test you more when you interrupted my conversation this evening at dinner. I saw you hesitate before coming over to the table, which leads me to believe you have a sense of self- preservation. Once you sat down, I wanted to see more of what you were made of, so I insulted Hermione to get your reaction. I do apologize for my callousness, but I was not disappointed in my findings. The way you defended her and stood by your story leads me to believe you are cunning and loyal. You also did not come over to just ask me about jewelry. You had a plan in mind to achieve some sort of information from me, which makes you devious. You were sorted into Slytherin, were you not?”
Draco nodded his head in amazement.
“I see, now on to the more important matter. I know you are not a Lovegood Draco. I know the Lovegood family well. I may not associate with them due to their ranking in the social circle, but I like to know of all purebloods that live in London. No Lovegood has ever been sorted into Slytherin house. You also have a constellation name and you are very well-mannered, but you have fire in your blood and a temper. You were not afraid to stand up to me and you were quick-witted with your answers. You both are not married. I know, because you not only have no rings and were sketchy with your answers, but you, my dear Draco, are a Malfoy.”
Both mouths of the couple dropped as they were struck absolutely speechless.
‘Aquila Malfoy had not only studied them without their knowledge, but she knows that he is a Malfoy!’
“H..How…What you do you want from us?” Hermione stuttered.
“You have just proven me correct. Malfoy’s do not marry anyone less than pureblood and seeing as you are not, Hermione, there is no way he could marry you, but…he does love you. However the main reason I wanted to speak with both of you, is for one simple reason. I have a feeling I know why you are on this ship. I can help you, but in return, I want some information from you.”
“What kind of information do you want?” Draco asked. “You seem to already know everything about us what more could we possibly tell you?”
“That, is where you are wrong. I do not want more information about you, I want the information that you have discovered last night at dinner.”
“I’m sorry what?” Hermione chimed in with surprise.
“Please do not play coy with me Hermione. I saw your expression when Mr. Ismay spoke his last comment before you faked being sick, and left the table. You know something and his statement reminded you of it. I want to know what it is.”
“And what exactly do we get in return for giving you any information?” Draco asked firmly as he leaned forward to rest his arms on his legs.
“My help, of course.”
“Your hel- what precisely can you help us with Aquila?” he demanded with a hint of anger.
“Why, getting you home dear…to your own time.”
X
Friday, April 12^th, 1912 08:40pm
‘She knows! Oh god she knows! They were so careful, she didn’t understand how one person could know everything about them, but she does. How is it that she does? There is no way either her or Draco, let slip about them being stuck in the past. And she is offering her help. Should she tell her what they know? It could potentially cause Draco to not be born. But she did say that he was identical to Cygnus’s younger brother. It is possible Draco was born from that part of the family tree and not Cygnus. And even if she did tell her what she knows, it’s not guaranteed that she will survive the sinking. She had to think hard about this decision. It literally was a life or death situation.’
Gaining her composer Hermione looked at Draco and nodded her head slightly before speaking to Aquila.
“How is it that you know we are not from this time?” she asked skeptically.
“Other than your outfits and the way you hold yourselves; I did a bit of digging. You two are not the only people I invited to dinner to observe. After the necklace incident, I wanted to know more about how and why you had a duplicate of Ms. Black’s necklace. I invited Dimitra to dinner for the shear purpose of seeing her necklace up close. Once I got a good look, I instantly knew what you are searching for. The stone placed in her pendant is a Tunc Lapis; A Time Stone. I knew it was only a matter of time before you came to me, seeing as I have its twin placed in my ring.”
“So you know about the stones. How?” Hermione asked now intrigued.
“Cygnus’s grandmother had told me a story once about how her and her husband had accidentally touched the stones together, before they were married, sending them into the 1400’s. They had suffered through the black plague before finding the stones and returning home. However the present they were accustom to, had not moved forward. Only they knew of the adventures they encountered. They had kept it a secret from their friends and family; only telling those who receive the stones as a gift, what they really are. The rest only knew them as good luck charms. However, the stones do not just throw you into the past at random; you were sent to this time for a specific reason.” Aquila explained.
“So this is a test? What happened to his grandfather’s stone? Was he a Black? Is that how it ended up in Grimmauld Place?” she asked like she was going to have an exam on the subject.
“Of course it’s a test! Bloody hell!” Draco exclaimed as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“12 Grimmauld Place belongs to the House of Black. But you would not be asking those questions if you knew his grandfather was not a Black. I am to assume that a Malfoy married a Black sometime in the future?”
Hermione thought about it but she didn’t really know Draco’s family tree all that well. She knew his mother was a Black and married his father, but not any further back than that. She looked to Draco and he seemed to have made the connection.
“My mother is the only Black to marry into the Malfoy name. My mother put the stone in Potter’s house! She knew what the stones were and she still let my father give me one of them!” he yelled in anger as he stood up.
He moved to the other side of the coffee table and started pacing.
“She knew!” he yelled again.
“Draco calm down. She may have known, but she didn’t know I had the other stone. Harry found it behind that awful portrait of Walburga Black and there were so many protection charms placed up, it would have been impossible for her to enter the house. She must have given it to Sirius to hide. If she knew the stones capability, she would not want it to be anywhere near the other one. That portrait was nearly impossible to move and even Sirius said he couldn’t remove it. He must have lied. It was protecting the other stone!” Hermione stated. She was a little shocked at the realization of what she just said.
‘She stuck up for Narcissa Malfoy. Things really have changed.’
“Pardon my interruption of your fascinating tale, but you mentioned an awful portrait. Whatever do you mean?” Aquila asked in confusion.
“It’s a portrait that hangs in 12 Grimmauld. The person it holds is a vile woman who hates blood-traders and muggle-borns. She would always shout insults and yell foul names to anyone who passed by her that she deemed, unfit, to walk the halls in the House of Black.” Hermione explained crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
“And you have been a victim to these insults?”
“N…yes.” She cautiously replied, realizing there was no point in lying anymore.
“So, I know you are not a blood-trader…that makes you… are you muggle-born Hermione?” Aquila asked in shock as she looked back and forth between Draco and Hermione. “Y…you love a muggle-born Draco?”
Draco looked at Aquila with a sadden expression as he uncrossed his arms and placed them in his pockets.
“I do. But I do not need a lecture on how I am tainting the Malfoy name! I rid myself of those prejudices during the war!” he claimed as he raised his voice.
“Draco…I was never one to have that kind of hate. My husband on the other hand is a different story but I would never! It was simple shock to hear is all; in this era, it is very rare for a pureblood to be with a muggle-born. It makes perfect sense now why you, Hermione, were so surprisingly shocked when I complimented you…wait…you were in a war?”
‘We are saying too much, we can’t tell you everything Aquila, please understand.” Hermione pleaded.
“I understand; Chaos Theory is a real thing especially in the wizarding world. You have most likely already changed history being on this ship. However, as much as your lives are peaking at my interest, it is getting late and we have yet to strike a deal. My ring for the information you discovered last night.”
“If we tell you, we are risking a lot.” Draco stated.
“You have my word that I will not tell a soul.” She replied.
“Your word isn’t good enough. I’m sorry but it’s not. Being a Malfoy myself, I know how devious you can be.” Draco claimed as he leaned up against the wall.
“And what pray tell, would you have me do? Make the unbreakable vow?” Aquila huffed as if joking.
“Actually…yes.” He replied in a serious manner, crossing his arms again.
Aquila seemed shocked by the request. Hermione was too. She knew that an unbreakable vow could lead to death if broken. Snape had made one with Narcissa, to protect Draco, before Dumbledore’s death. It was risky and dangerous magic, but she had to agree with him. The information Aquila wanted was far too valuable and could not get out to anyone.
“Then what you know must be serious. Very well, I will make the unbreakable vow with you.” Aquila replied after a few moments of thinking it over. “Hermione dear, we will need your wand.”
Hermione stood up cautiously and removed her wand from her handbag, which was resting on the coffee table. She watched as Draco walked over to Aquila, crouched in front of her, and grasped her wrist. Taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly, she made her way over to the pair and pointed her wand at their hands before beginning.
“Will you, Aquila Malfoy, promise to keep secret, any and all information you have discovered about Draco and myself, forever.”
“I will.”
A thin red flame burst from Hermione’s wand and wrapped itself around the duo’s hands.
“And will you, to the best of your ability, not repeat to anyone, the information we are about to tell you, forever?”
“I will.”
A second red flame burst through the wand and once again, wrapped around the duo’s hands.
Hermione pocketed her wand and looked at the pair. They released their hold on each other but didn’t move from their resting places. Aquila looked at Hermione as she folded her hands neatly in her lap and waited for the information. Hermione took another deep breath, looked at Draco for reassurance, before opening her mouth to speak.
“Titanic, will not make it to America.” She began.
“What do you mean?” Aquila questioned in confusion.
Hermione sat down on the love seat next Aquila’s chair and prepared herself for what she was about to say next.
“The ship is going to hit an iceberg…She is going to sink and she is going to take over a fifteen hundred people with her.”
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