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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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- 19
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PART 2 OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
@saxman66- It makes me very happy that you enjoyed last chapter. I was not originally planning to have it play out that way but I kept writting. It was a twist I wasn't even expecting to happen lol.

Chapter 19- Let the Past Guide You
Friday, April 12^th, 1912 08:50pm
Aquila looked at Hermione with fear in her eyes as she clasped her mouth with her hand. Draco knew the questions that bounced around her brain. He had had the same questions run through his mind when he found out.
“You are certain? When?” Aquila asked in horror.
“Positive.” He replied rather calmly. “Hermione read about it in our fourth year, but because of the…well things, going on at the time, brushed it off to help one of her best friends. She only just remembered when Mr. Ismay mentioned the word iceberg. But she doesn’t remember when it will happen.”
“But…Titanic will sink…and…and over half the people on board are going to…to die? It doesn’t make any sense, I am no master Legilimen, but why were you searching her mind then when the ship set sail, if you only just remembered yesterday?” Aquila asked.
“I was trying to explain to Draco about how the ship was able to move and float. But it wasn’t going very well, so I had him search my mind for the book I read the day before, that held information on steam ships. And before you ask, it would take too long for him to search my mind for the date on the impending disaster.” Hermione explained.
“So why did you look upset, causing him to hug you in such a loving manner? I am sure reading about steam ships would hardly upset you.”
“I…I had had a nightmare before boarding.’ Hermione claimed as she lowered her head in sadness. “I was drowning but I could breathe and when I reached the surface I saw hundreds of people screaming and trying to stay afloat. When Draco pulled out of my mind, it popped up and he saw bits of it. But it was just a nigh-”
“A warning…” Aquila interrupted. “The same thing happened to Cygnus’s grandmother!”
“You’re saying that people get warnings, of an impending disaster, depending on the time period they were thrown into?” Draco joined in.
“Yes. It seems that the stones were trying to warn you and that a disaster of some sort is a part of a… trial…If you don’t mind me asking, I would like to compare somethings.”
Draco waved his hand for her to ask away as he sat down on the edge of the coffee table.
“You, Hermione, are a Gryffindor muggle-born and Draco, you are a pureblood Slytherin. Complete opposites in every way. I am going out on a limb here, but you mentioned earlier that you were in a war. Did it have anything to do with blood status?”
The couple both nodded their heads yes, careful not to divulge too much detail.
“And you were both on opposite sides of the war, were you not?”
They nodded again.
“I presume you both hated each other for a long time, before the war started?”
They nodded their heads yes again and Draco looked at Hermione in astonishment.
‘Aquila wasn’t proficient in Legilimency but she had of way of figuring things out. It was intimidating and a little overwhelming, but interesting. She could read people in ways he never knew a person could. She wasn’t a seerer, that was certain, but appeared to be an expert at observation. Woman was bloody terrifying.’
“I think I figured it out! Your trial!” Aquila chimed excitingly. “If I am correct, which comparing the information to the story I was told then…you both are soulmates.”
Draco nearly fell off the coffee table in shock, but he recovered quickly and stood up.
“I-What?” He asked perplexed.
“Yes, I don’t see how being thrown over a century back in time makes us soulmates.” Hermione claimed with just as much shock as Draco.
“Don’t you see!” Aquila expressed as she stood up from her seat and began to gracefully pace. “When exactly did you start to become civil with each other? I have a feeling it was the first night! And what exactly led you to be thrown into 1912? I have a hunch that it was not by accident, but the fact that you both had received a stone, were placed in the same location at the same time, and something had made two people who hate each other touch in some way, is not a coincidence. Just like my husband’s grandparents who also hated each other before being thrown into the past, the stones knew of your destiny and decided to give you both a little push in the right direction! ”
“No pun intended.” Draco rolled his eyes.
Aquila stopped her pacing and raised a brow at him in ignorance. He realized she didn’t know of the circumstance that brought them to 19120 in the first place.
“A friend, well not really a friend anymore, started a fight with Hermione at my family’s annual charity ball. She literally pushed her into me, making the stones collide with each other.” He explained.
“Ah, so metaphorically and literally, the stones pushed you together. You are destined to be together. A disaster is just a way to help the process along. But…be warned, it will be a true trial; one that will break you and shape you as a person and as a couple. It will test you in every way possible. If you can survive this trial together, then you can survive whatever hardship your present holds for you.” Aquila clarified.
“You’re serious? You actually think that we are soulmates! This is absurd!” Hermione exclaimed as she too stood up and walked around the back of the love seat. “The stones don’t have a conscious; they can’t just know we are meant to be together!”
“Actually, they can; and they have. Just look at how you ended up here Hermione. That many coincidences are impossible. You were set up to fall in love with each other. One of you,” She looked at Draco. “has already completed a part of the trial.”
“Then why didn’t any of this come up in the literature I read about the stones? None of the books mentioned anything about any of this!” Hermione retorted somewhat panicked.
“You are the brightest witch of our age Hermione.” Draco announced. “It makes sense that none of this would be in the books you read. Aquila said it herself, that Cygnus’s grandmother only told those who receive the stone her story. Everyone else thought the stones to be luck. The books were most likely written by people who held no knowledge of the stones true purposes. My father even claimed that the one he gave me was for luck and didn’t know anything else about it, other than that it has been pasted down as an heirloom of sorts. I am sure he was never the actual keeper of the stone either, my mother was. The facts are all laid out in front of us. No matter how you look at it though, we have to survive this…together.”
“You have to let the past guide you or you will never make it back home.” Aquila cut in.
“This is real? We are really soulmates? But I don’t even love him yet.” Hermione replied in protest.
“Ouch.” He claimed a little too drastically.
“Oh stop being such a drama king Malfoy! You’re engaged to be married remember! How am I, supposed to love someone who is about to marry another?”
“You just keep bringing that up! I would like to forget that part of my life Granger! I have been dreading it since the day it was announced to me! I’m not pleased with the circumstances either, okay. I get that you don’t love me but you don’t have to be such a bitch about it!”
“DRACO!” Aquila gasped in shock. “How dare you use that language in front of me, and in such a manner? You apologize to her right this instant!”
Aquila stared him down with cold eyes. She reminded him of his mother when she was mad and it made him feel small. Malfoy women were always a bit terrifying when angered; Aquila was no exception. But he was stubborn and Hermione’s words had left a bad taste in his mouth. She left him feeling hurt after she blatantly admitted she didn’t love him.
“No!” He spoke in determination. “She doesn’t even seem to realize or even care for that matter, the hateful tone she used. I have basically lowered my walls and opened myself up for her and for what? So she could just walk all over me and take advantage of my weakness? I told her I loved her damn it! Arranged Marriage or not, that is not easy for someone like me to admit and she knows that; but there she goes bringing up something I can’t change and arrogantly tells me she doesn’t love me back! You have to be out of your mind to think I will apologize to her!” he stated in anger.
“You have made a fair point Draco, but your language is unnecessary! As family I support your decision, however, you must control your temper. Hermione is in a state of shock right now; we all are. You have no right to disrespect her in such a way. We are all scared and a lot of information has been divulged in such a short amount of time. She simply needs time to process everything…Now,I will allow you both some time to work your situation out, without my presence. It is very late and I must think things over myself before bed.” She turned to Hermione and softened her expression. “Ms. Granger is it? My dear, you seem very adept in the duplication spell. If you could be so kind as to create a replica of my ring; I do not wish my husband to question me on its whereabouts, and I would like to see just how powerful a witch you truly are.”
Draco watched as Hermione nodded her head with a sadden expression and took the ring from Aquila’s outstretched hand. She set the ring on the table and pulled out her wand.
“Gemino.” She recited softly as she flicked her wand at the object, creating a perfect replica. She handed Aquila the copied ring, wrapped the original in a hand towel so it would not touch the necklace, and placed it in her handbag.
“You are a very skilled Ms. Granger, most impressive. That spell is no easy feat and you have done it perfectly. You are certainly worthy of the title ‘Brightest Witch of her Age’; a true Gryffindor if I do say so myself. Now, I shall take my leave. I bid you both a good night, and will hopefully see you tomorrow.”
Aquila bowed her head slightly and walked over to the door. Draco followed her to walk her out and once she had left, turned to face Hermione. But she was gone. He walked to the en-suite but she was not inside, so he made his way to the bedroom. He was about to open the door when he heard faint sobs coming from the other side.
He slowly entered the room and saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the high top bed, lightly crying. He didn’t hesitate as he walked over to her and crouched in front of her.
“Granger? I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just angry. Please don’t cry.” He stated as he gently lifted her head and wiped a salty tear from her cheek.
“It’s not you. You had every right to say what you did. I panicked and was only thinking of myself when I made my statement. I am sorry for not taking your feelings into account.” She admitted in defeat.
“So why are you crying then, little cub?” he asked caringly as he cupped her face in his hand.
“Because…Because so much was just thrown at us; it’s all so overwhelming. Also…it’s the first time in my life as a witch that a Malfoy, other than you, has been kind to me. She accepted me and didn’t judge or insult me due to my dirty blood.”
“You’re blood is not dirty Hermione. I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. Do you understand me? Never.” He demanded.
“What if she doesn’t make it Draco? What if Dimitra doesn’t? I like them both so much, I couldn’t bear to know that they die. And we can’t help them in any way. It’s not fair.” She cupped her face in her hands as she rested her elbows on her thighs.
Draco stood up and hugged her to hide his disappointment in himself. He didn’t know how to answer her questions. He wanted to tell her everything was going to be okay. But that would be a lie. He knew he couldn’t. Nothing, was going to be okay.
X
Saturday, April 13^th, 1912 05:42pm
“Merlin’s beard, Draco! Do you have to make it so tight? I can hardly breathe in this thing as it is.” Hermione protested, holding on to the bed’s column as Draco laced her black corset for dinner.
He had volunteered to lace it instead of using magic, for the sheer purpose if it being a sensual moment. At least that is what he claimed, when he demanded to have her let him do it. He was rather good at the task but seemed to have enjoyed pulling tightly at the ribbon holding the death trap in place, a little too much.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in black and with your breast perking out the top of this amazing piece of clothing, and your bottom jiggling at each pull; I would take you right now if it meant we wouldn’t be late.” He stated in an aroused voice.
“You are insufferable…” She retorted as her cheeked flushed red and a tingle ran between her legs.
“You love it.” He whispered in her ear seductively.
‘She liked hearing him talk dirty to her. It was actually making her want to be late to dinner. Maybe Aquila and Dimitra would be okay if they were a little late. After all they needed to make the most of their time before the doomed ship sunk and they were only meeting in the Reception Hall, They were exactly having dinner with everyone, just Robert and Dimitra. They would also get a telltale sign the ship hit the iceberg, before everything was thrown into chaos and water actually started flooding in. Being late would definitely be worth it she would just have to make up a lie to tell them.’
She decided to mess with Draco a little before letting him actually have sex with her. So she wiggled her ass, on purpose, as he continued to tie the corset. He pulled the ribbon tighter, making Hermione yelp and jump at the pressure but she quickly composed herself and pushed her lower half closer to his groin. Feeling how hard he already was through his trousers, she teased him by slightly grinding her ass up and down the front of him.
“What are you doing little one? Do not tease me. We are going to be late and I will have to punish you later if you keep at this.” He demanded through gritted teeth, while moving his hands to her sides to hold her hips still.
“Why Sir? I have done nothing wrong. You wouldn’t possibly punish a good girl like me would you?” She asked in the most innocent voice she could. She turned her head slightly and bit her bottom lip to tease him more.
He reached his right hand around and grabbed her throat, but not hard enough to choke her, as he pressed his left hand on her stomach, moving her backwards so she was pressed against his chest.
“Call me Sir again little one,” he whispered in her ear with authority. “and I will taking you hard on this bed. Do NOT underestimate me. I will make you mine.”
She grinned as his breath tickled her neck causing her to bit her lower lip again.
‘She loved how he felt against her back. He was so warm and he smelled of apples. She definitely wanted to see what he was capable of. He didn’t have the title of a Sex God for nothing.’
“Please Sir.” She begged in a whisper.
He quickly moved her over to the side of the bed and pushed her face down on the mattress, letting her feet rest on the floor. He knelt down and grazed his fingers up her black stocking covered legs, tickling her slightly. He lingered over the garter belts connecting the stockings to her panties, as he glided his fingers up her body while he stood up. He rubbed a hand on her ass for a moment before smacking it roughly.
She let out a yelp and jumped at the unexpected action, but didn’t move from the position he placed her in.
“So my little lioness, you want to defy me?” He smacked her ass again.
She stayed silent just to see how he would react.
“Not going to answer me, my love?” he asked as he spread her legs and pulled her panties to the side.
He slipped a finger inside her and she let out a moan in pleasure. She felt him bend over her as he slipped in a second finger and whispered in her ear.
“Do you like that love?” he asked and she nodded her head yes. “I’m going to make you scream my name Hermione.”
She let out a smile as he kissed her temple and leaned off her, pulling his fingers out from inside her. She tried to look back for him but was blinded when he covered her eyes with a piece of soft fabric she assumed was his tie. She felt him tie the garment in a knot before he slid his fingers down her back slapping her ass a third time before removing his hands completely from her.
Feeling a little nervous because she had never done something like this before and she felt a little exposed, she called out for Draco. But he didn’t respond. Instead she felt her panties being moved to the side again and a warm wet tongue pressed into her core. She let out a soft moan and gripped the bed sheets towards her as he continued to lick and flick his tongue on her center for what felt like hours. She felt the pressure build up as her moaning got louder. She was on the edge and reveled in the complexity of his talent.
He pulled back right before she was about to cum and she couldn’t help but let out a sad whimper.
“Not yet my love.” He claimed as she heard him undo his belt buckle.
He slapped her ass again before penetrating her soft wet opening. She let out a loud moan in bliss as he thrusted into her. She had never felt something so amazing in her life; she didn’t want it to end.
“H…h…harder.” She managed to say through the moans they were both now making.
“What is the magic word love?” he asked seductively as he kept his steady pace.
“P…please Sir.” She begged.
He let out a laugh before pounding into her faster. She was in ecstasy as each pump hit just the right spot, over and over again. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed to support himself as he thrusted harder, causing her to scream out his name as she released her orgasm; her juices covering him as it poured onto the floor. He continued to thrust a few more times before spilling into her, releasing his own climax.
He rested his body on top of her to catch his breath. Once they could both breathe again he kissed the center of her back, above the top of her corset, before pulling out of her and removing the garment covering her eyes.
“Damn woman!...You just keep on surprising me!” He stated in excitement as he stared down at her lower half.
Hermione blinked a few times to adjust her eye sight and stood up. She looked at Draco in confusion before following his line of site to the edge of the bed.
“Did you know you could squirt? Merlin that’s fucking sexy!” he exclaimed in exhilaration.
“No.” she giggled in embarrassment as she looked at the large wet spot on the side of the bed. “That has never happened before. Everything we have done together is all new to me.”
“Well it’s fucking amazing and I am determined to make you do it again!” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her.
She accepted the kiss but felt something cold and wet on her lower half. She pulled away laughing when she realized what it was.
“What?” he asked perplexed.
“Draco,” She said through her laugh. “Your trousers are all wet.”
He looked down at his pants that still had his hard dick sticking out and sure enough there was a large black wet mark on him. He let out a chuckle before tucking himself in and grabbed his wand. He performed a drying and a cleansing spell on both them and the bed, before setting his wand down and placing a hand on Hermione’s stomach to cast a contraption spell. He gently kissed the top of her forehead before turning her around to finish lacing her corset.
He wasn’t as rough as he was earlier and Hermione suspected it was because he was horny then. He tied the black ribbon in a bow at the bottom of the garment and moved away to grab her sparkling black evening gown off the chair in the corner. He helped her put it on and grabbed her black heels from the bottom of the standing armoire.
“We should probably pack everything up and put it in my hand bag. Just in case. I want to be prepared and we shouldn’t leave any evidence that we were here. The crash is going to happen sometime soon, I can feel it. But I know divers in the future are going to find a way down to the ship and search it. We can’t risk them finding anything about us. For all they know, the Lovegood’s never made it onto the ship.” Hermione explained as she fixed her hair in high bun.
“Okay. I’ll pack up the bathroom and the sitting room if you can to do the bedroom. Once we are done we can head down to dinner.” He replied kissing the top of her forehead and walked out of the room.
Hermione stood in the same spot Draco left her in for a few moments, contemplating their relationship.
‘They were acting like a real couple. He treated her like a queen; like he really did love her. He wasn’t pretending with her. She had never received anything remotely close to love or excitement when she was with Ron. Draco was so different. He liked sex, yes, but he wasn’t all about it. He never forced her to do anything she didn’t want and he stops as soon as she said no. And he is amazing in bed. Sex with Ron was always so awkward and he never wanted to try anything new, but Draco was up for almost anything. And he had intelligent conversations with her and actually wanted to get to know her. He never protested or whined when it came time to do something she asked or suggested. He’s not afraid to joke around with her or fight with her, although he made sure to never push it too far. He messed up once and so far he has never repeated that mistake again…He made her feel safe. She loved Ron but he never made her feel safe like Draco, and after getting to know Draco more, she realized she only loved Ron like a best friend. It was never anything mo-’
She clasped a hand over her mouth in shock.
“Oh god...I love Draco!” she whispered to herself as she lowered her body to sit on the floor.
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Saturday, April 13^th, 1912 07:42pm
She never did tell Draco of her epiphany; instead she kept it to herself. She didn’t want to tell him. She knew if she did, than he would have a hard time walking away from her. When they get home, they would need to go back, somewhat, to way they once were. No amount of love could get him out of his marriage contract. She saw no point in making things worse for him.
Hermione sat at the dinner table across from Dimitra and smiled. Earlier she had to explain, very carefully, to Aquila, Dimitra, and Molly why they were late meeting them to talk in the Reception Hall before dinner. It wasn’t an easy task. She knew Dimitra would not have cared about the explicated details but Aquila for certain, would have most likely keeled over. She wasn’t quite certain about Molly though, so she kept details to a minimum and lied about ripping her dress.
As dinner was finishing up, the men in the room decided to take their leave to the Smoking Room for their daily brandy. Hermione stood up from her seat as Draco cleared his throat and made his way to say his goodbyes to Dimitra and Robert, but they weren’t having it.
“Nonsense! I have barely gotten to speak with you this whole journey. Our lovely gals have become good friends and I know much about your wife through my fiancée, but not you. You both always leave right after a meal. It’s time we have some fun!” Robert interjected.
“What exactly are we going to do? There isn’t must to do on this ship but eat, drink, gossip, repeat.” Draco asked skeptically.
“That is where you are wrong my friend. It’s time we get to know each other. Man to man. I have a feeling our women are going to remain friends once the ship docks. Better to get to know you now, rather than later.” Robert stated as a matter of fact as he brushed his dark brown hair out of his face.
Hermione didn’t hear Draco’s answer because she was too busy studying Robert.
‘She had never really given much thought to Robert. She had mainly always talked to Dimitra and had only ever spoken, here and there, to the tall thin man standing before her. Looking at him now she realized how handsome he actually was. His longish brown hair hung in his face giving him a bad boy kind of look, but he didn’t really give off the impression that he had money; Although that didn’t seem to bother him much. His bright green eyes were kind and complimented Dimitra’s bright blue eyes well. His smile was warm and she knew if her parents could meet him, they would instantly fall in love with his straight white perfect teeth. However, he had nothing on Draco, but she was just being bias. It was hard to believe that he is only twenty- five years old. He acts so much older. He did have a point though. Even if he didn’t know that they would never see each other again, after they returned to their own time, she and Dimitra were becoming fast friends.’
Dimitra looked at the couple with mischief written all over her face.
“So…You want to go to a real party?” she asked with a grin.
Hermione raise a brow and looked at Draco. He seemed interested in the idea. After all First Class was kind of a bore with everything being so proper. It was time to let their hair down and have a bit of fun before hell took over.
“Why not?” Hermione replied with excitement. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been to a party…Draco, what about you?”
“Fuck it, let’s do it!” he replied a little too loud, causing the other passengers to stare at him in oddity.
Robert and Dimitra looked in shock at Draco’s choice of words, but quickly recovered with grins plastered on their faces.
“Well fuck it, let’s go!” Dimitra announced with a wide smile. “Oh my!” she clasped a hand over her mouth. “I haven’t said a swear word out loud in…well never! That felt good!”
The four let out laughs as they walked out of the Dining Saloon. Making their way to the lift, Dimitra and Robert stopped for a second before walking to a door just behind the elevator.
“Where are we going? We aren’t taking the lift?” Hermione asked in confusion.
“We will be questioned if we take the lift. I would rather avoid that situation. The party anyway, is a secret; at least to First Class passengers.” Dimitra explained with a wink.
“So, where are we going?” Draco asked with a raised brow. “You’re not going to try and murder us are you?” He joked.
The couple let out a laugh as they opened the door and escorted the duo through. Hermione looked around and noticed they were standing in a plain white confined stairwell. Dimitra, Robert and Draco made their way down the first set of stairs as Hermione slowly followed behind reading the signs as she went. After a few long minutes of walking down multiply sets of stairs, they stopped just before an opening that said ‘C-Deck’ on a sign above it.
“So, again, where are we going? You never actually answered me. Are you sure you’re not some evil mastermind bent on trying to kill us? Draco smirked.
“Of course not, Draco!” Robert chuckled. “We, my friends, are going to Third Class!”
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