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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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Chapter 20- Party Like It’s 1912
Saturday, April 13^th, 1912 08:29pm
Draco followed the couple that was leading them through Third Class. He had never been in this part of the ship yet and realized just how different the accommodations were from First Class. The noise of the engines could be heard throughout and he wondered how exactly anyone slept with the incessant nuisance. There was no décor and the walls where painted bare white. Pipes could be seen in some corridors and he could have sworn he saw a rat pass by him a few seconds ago. Steerage was nothing like what he was used to.
“And you said you didn’t mind getting tickets for this part of the ship.” He smirked at Hermione. She rolled her eyes at him and she continued to look around the corridor they were walking in.
They passed by an open cabin and Draco couldn’t help but take a peek inside. There was a single toilet in the center of the room bolted against the far wall, with what looked to be bunk beds on either side of it. The Third Class passengers on this ship seemed to be treated with less dignity than anyone else on board. They had to sleep in groups, in a small confined area, right next to a toilet and no shower in sight. There was no privacy and nowhere to put ones belongings. He assumed even staff members had better rooms. He felt bad after remembering that Hermione had told him the other day that the majority of the people who will die on the Titanic, were men and people in Steerage. He hated the thought of innocent people dying, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Taking one last look in the room, he saw something that shattered his heart into pieces. A lone, old, rugged teddy bear sat in the corner of one of the upper bunks. He had forgotten children were on board the ship. He had hardly ever seen any running around in First Class and it completely escaped his mind.
‘Children in Third Class will have less of a chance of surviving the sinking.’
“How many children survive this disaster Hermione?” Draco whispered so the couple in front of them couldn’t hear.
Hermione looked at Draco with despair and he instantly knew her answer was not going to be what he wanted to hear.
“I don’t know, most likely not many; especially in this part of the ship.”
“What are you guys doing back there?” Dimitra asked.
“Nothing just looking.” Draco called out, not taking his eyes off Hermione’s.
“Well come on then! Wouldn’t want to get lost down here now would you?” Robert chimed in. “We are almost there.”
“Why are we in Steerage?” Hermione asked inquisitively as she broke the gaze and started walking again.
“You will see.” Robert replied with a grin.
They continued on their trek, rounding corners and nearly bumping in to other passengers as they stared at them. After all, they were dress for First Class and did not look to belong in the slightest. The closer they got to where ever it was they were going, the louder the faint music could be heard. They stopped in front of a door that held a sign above saying ‘General Room’. Robert opened the door as Dimitra hopped up and down excitingly. A blast of music Draco didn’t recognize poured out of the room and filled the corridor. They walked through the entrance and made their way down one more set of stairs.
Draco could barely hear anything as loud live music blared through the room. There was smoke clouding his sight but he could see about a hundred or more people dancing and mingling, without a care in the world. They looked happy and he decided for the rest of the night, to forget about the doomed ship and have some fun.
“Third Class knows how to party!” Robert shouted above the noise as he watched the people dancing for a moment, before leading the group to an open table. “You guys want a beer?”
Draco nodded his head as he took his jacket off and set it on a chair. He saw Robert squeeze his way through the crowd, past the band, and talk to a guy.
“What kind of music is this?” He asked in a yell to Dimitra.
“Irish! Quite a beat isn’t it!” She yelled back.
Robert made his way to the group carrying four large glasses filled with black liquid. A man followed behind him with four smaller glasses and set them on the table before tipping his hat and walked away.
“What is this?” Hermione asked taking one of the larger glasses from Roberts’s hand.
“Black Beer!” Not the best but what do you expect in Steerage?” he let out a laugh. “First things first!” He held up a shot glass and the rest follow his lead; picking up their own shot glasses. “BOTTOMS UP!”
They clinked their glasses together and down the shots. As Draco swallowed the light brown liquid quickly and realized it was some kind of whiskey. It burned his throat but he was satisfied. He took a swig of his beer as Robert grabbed Hermione’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor. He let out a laugh when he saw her embarrassment, as she tried to figure out the dance. Before he knew it he felt a small hand grab his wrist and drag him through the crowd. He thought it was Dimitra but realized it was small little girl, no older that six, pulling him. He let her lead him to the dance floor before she turned around and started dancing. He let out a chuckle deciding to humor her and started dancing.
Her tiny legs moved off beat to the music but she didn’t seem to care. He had to respect the little girl’s courage to drag a perfect stranger on to the floor. After about twenty minutes or so of dancing with her, he stopped to catch his breath and made his way back to the table. He loosened his tied and unbuttoned the top four buttons of his shirt to help him cool down some as he looked at the crowd surrounding their table. Two men were arm wrestling and he couldn’t help but get excited by the match as he watched. Taking another swig of what, he hoped, was his beer; he saw the rest of his group had already come back to the table. The little girl he danced earlier with, walked up to him again and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. He looked down at her and smiled but at that moment one of the men arm wrestling, crashed their hands into one of the beer glasses on the table, spilling it all over the place. The man let out a yell in triumph as he stood and flexed his muscles.
“So!” Hermione yelled over them and all eyes snapped to her. “You think your big tough men? Let’s see you do this!”
She chugged her remaining beer in a few large gulps before setting it down on the table and hiked her dress up to her mid thighs. Slipping her heels off, she kicked them to the side before facing the men and women who had curious looks on their faces. Spreading her legs out to the sides, she slowly eased herself into a full straddle. Touching the floor with the palm of her hands, she put her all her weight on her arms and lifted her lower half into the air. She gradually clasped her legs together as she lifted them up, to move into a handstand. Draco quickly shook off his memorized gaze and grabbed the end of her dress to prevent her from showing everything to everyone. She held her handstand for a few more seconds before lowering the leg, not constricted by her dress, to the ground.
Draco released her dress as she stood up. Everyone in that part of the room stared in awe. Someone started steadily clapping their hands with astonishment at what Hermione just did and the rest soon followed. He stared in disbelief; he didn’t know she even had that much strength in her, let alone flexibility. He instantly got a hard on and had to turn away to calm it down. He thought of old people and it seemed to half work, but Hermione in a full straddle kept popping up in his mind. He chugged his beer to help rid the thought and turned back to his group. He watched as the little girl moved from his side and straight up to Hermione.
“Can I’s do’s that too miss?” She asked with wide eyes while she tugged at Hermione’s dress.
She bent down so she was now eye level with the girl and smiled.
“What is your name?” She asked sweetly.
“Cora miss!” the little girl replied in delight.
“Well Cora, my name is Hermione. If you work hard and stay focused I am sure you can do it as well.” Hermione claimed with a large smile.
The little girl hopped up and down in joy before hugging Hermione tightly.
“Pardon my interruption ladies.” Draco cut in as he walked up to the pair.
He reached out a hand to Hermione. Once she clasped it he pulled her up quickly and kissed her hard. He pulled back to see her surprised face and felt another tug on hem of his shirt. He looked down and saw Cora, who appeared to want to dance with him again. He bent down and smiled big for her.
“I’m going to dance with her now, okay?” he told her.
Cora nodded her head with sadness but she didn’t move from the spot she was standing.
“You’re still my best girl Cora!” he claimed as he stood up and took Hermione’s hand in his.
Cora jumped happily with a wide smile, accepting his statement, and ran up to a woman near their table. She tugged on the woman’s dress before pulling her to the dance floor. Draco walked his love to center of the room as the band changed tempo to play a faster song. They followed along to the steps the crowd was preforming before Hermione jumped on to a table downed two shots that were handed to her by complete strangers and pulled Draco up. She hiked her dress up some and started moving her feet in the form of the Irish jig.
He looked at her in wonder before following suit and doing his own version of the dance. Dimitra and Robert jumped up with them and danced along. After a few moments, Hermione let out a laugh as she spun around in a circle and almost fell off the table. He jumped off quickly realizing she was getting drunk and reached out to help her down. She put her hands on his shoulders and he grabbed her hips to lift her off the table. Letting out a giggle she fell into him almost knocking them both down but continued to dance like it never happened. Draco smirked and grabbed a random beer off a table near him and chugged it.
‘He couldn’t believe how much fun he was having. When the word party was mentioned, he didn’t think it would be anything like this. It reminded him of when Slytherin house, held an all house party, in the common room in eighth year. McGonagall had allowed students who participated in the war during their seventh year to return and finish their studies. In celebration Slytherin house had invited everyone to a party in their dorm. Granger however, was Head Girl and did not attend. Now that he thought about he actually didn’t remember much about that night. He blacked out after Blaise had made him take six shots in a row on a dare. He missed those days. He would vow now though, to throw another party like that one again; this time he would make sure Granger came.’
The four partied until two-thirty in the morning before deciding to retire to their suites. They laughed, giggled, swayed, and sang songs he didn’t know, the whole way back; no longer caring who saw them. Once they got to the corridor that held their rooms, the girls were laughing so hard they collapsed on the floor after losing their balance trying to hold each other up.
“Shhhhhh,” Dimitra giggled as she put her finger to her lips, swaying back and forth as she leaned against the wall. “We are going to ‘hiccup’ wake up the prestigious First Class ‘hiccup’ passengers…I think I am going to throw up; ‘hiccup’…no, no I’m good.”
Hermione drunkenly crawled across the floor and very messily put a finger to Dimitra’s lips.
“Hold it ‘hiccup’ in.” She giggled before laying down flat on her back, unable to hold herself up any longer.
Draco and Robert looked at the girls with raised brows and grins. They were drunk too but could hold their alcohol a lot better than the girls obvious could. They each scooped up their respective partners and walked them the rest of the way down the corridor, stopping in front of B-60.
“Are you two going to be alright if we leave you?” Robert asked.
“Nooooo, I don’t want to leave my Miony-Mines!” Dimitra cut in saddened as she attempted to reach out to Hermione, who was now passed out in Draco’s arms. “Don’t take her ‘hiccup’ from me Drakey!”
The men decided it was best not answer her, so Draco nodded his head and turned towards the door.
“We’ll see you tomorrow then. Sleep tight Drakey.” Robert joked before turning around and walked a few doors down.
Draco let out a slight chuckle as he lifted his leg to balance the sleeping girl in his arms, so he could unlock the door. He fumbled a little before finally getting it open and walking inside. Closing the door to suite with his foot, he thanked Salazar that the bedroom was left open. He carried Hermione to the bed and gently set her down. Dropping her heels on the ground he removed his jacket. Throwing it on the chair, he walked to armoire and pulled out one of his button down white shirts. He made his way back to passed out girl and began to undo her dress. He rolled her to her side as he unlaced her corset and removed it from her. Rolling her back he undid the clasps on the garter belts and slowly took off her stockings. He carefully sat her up and put her in his shirt. Once she was dressed he changed into his boxers and crawled over her to get to the other side of the bed, since it was against the wall, and laid down. Almost instinctively, Hermione rolled over and snuggled up against him. He held her close, kissed the top of her head, and closed his eyes; wishing the moment could last forever.
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Sunday, April 14^th, 1912 09:30am
Hermione awoke the next morning with a bare chest in her face. She realized she was in a bed but didn’t remember how she got there, or how she got out of her dress. She remembered leaving the party but that was about it; everything else was blank.
‘She swore she would never drink like that again. She couldn’t even recall the last time she had ever drank so much before. She had been tipsy at the graduation party but not wasted. This might have been the first time she has ever been completely drunk.’
She looked up at the sleeping man holding her, but quickly squeezed her eyes shut as, a raging hangover started to take over her. Burying her face into the man’s chest, without a care on who it actually was, she breathed in with a hiss as she tried to shake the pounding headache away. The man holding her squeezed her tight which made her want to vomit. Sitting up quickly, releasing his hold on her, she leapt off the bed and ran out of the bedroom to the bathroom.
Hovering over the toilet, Hermione dry heaved a few times. The pain in her stomach from throwing nothing up made her eyes water. She felt someone pulled her hair back and tie it into a low ponytail. She didn’t want to lift her head from the position to see who was helping her, out of embarrassment but she had a strong feeling it was Draco.
‘There was no way she would go back with someone else, and there was absolutely NO WAY Draco would allow her to leave with a stranger. Well at least she hoped he wouldn’t.’
The tap on the sink turned on and she could hear Draco rummaging around before filling up a glass.
“Here little one. Drink this.”
She reached out her left hand without removing her face, and felt up Draco’s leg until she felt the glass touch her hands. Taking it from him, she chugged the water down and set the glass on the floor. He picked it up and filled it again.
“Take these and drink this.” He claimed as he tapped her on the shoulder. I don’t exactly know how many, but you left two out for me that time you gave me a headache. So I am going to assume two will work for you.”
Hermione looked up at Draco’s hand and let out a small laugh.
“Draco, that’s not aspirin.”
“Isn’t this what you gave me the other day?” he questioned curiously.
She let out another small laugh as she shook her head no, before pointing to the right bottle on the counter. He picked it up and looked at her.
“That’s the aspirin. The ones you were about to give me are allergy pills. You know, to help with sneezing, runny nose, and itchy eyes…you…you don’t know what allergies are do you?”
“I know what allergies are.” He stated in defense. “I just didn’t know muggles had two different kinds of…what did you call them? Pills?”
“Yes pills; tablets, medicine. But you do know they have thousands of different kinds for all sorts of different ailments right? Not just two.” She explained.
He sat down next to her, stretched his long legs out and leaned up against the wall.
“Like potions?” he asked seemingly trying to understand.
“Yeah, like potions.” She replied as she took the bottle from his hand, opened it, and took out 2 small tablets. “Muggles have liquid forms too, similar to potions. Like cough syrup or Pepto…for upset stomachs and other…things.”
“What other things?” he raised a brow.
She threw the pills in her mouth and took a swig of her water.
“That, is not a conversation I am comfortable having with you at this present time. You can Google it when we get back. Apparently it’s becoming quite a popular search engine.”
“Okay, now you’ve lost me.” He expressed, squinting his face in confusion.
“I’ll explain later. Right now, all I want is for this headache to go away.”
Hermione rested her forehead in her hands and let out a sigh over the toilet. She could see Draco staring at her from the corner of her eye.
“Can I help you?” She asked a little annoyed.
“You’re grumpy after a night of drinking.” He replied with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes and stared back in to the toilet. After a few minutes of silence, she got tired of looking at the water in the bowl and sat back to lean against the wall near her. She closed her eyes as she felt the medicine start to work. She felt his eyes still on her and decided to humor him.
“Why are you still staring at me?” she asked as she lifted her head from the wall slightly and opened her eyes to look at him.
“I’m just wondering how the bloody hell you learned to lift yourself the way you did last night. That and how you know how to do the Irish Jig.” He chuckled.
Letting out a laugh at the memory of what she did, she shrugged her shoulders before answering him.
“I learned the Irish Jig from Seamus. He used to dance a lot at all the house parties. One day, I decided to join in, so he taught me the footwork.”
“And the straddle to a handstand move? Please tell me Finnigan didn’t teach you that too.” He joked.
She let out a giggle. “Goodness no! Seamus has the flexibility of a stick. I actually taught myself how to do it. When we were hunting Horcrux’s in the woods, anytime I was on watch and not reading I worked on my strength. I figured it was good to have as a backup in case we were caught or I didn’t have my wand on me, since Harry was using mine.”
“Wait. Why did Potter have your wand?” he interjected.
“Long story. Anyway, I did a lot of push-ups and such. I already knew how to do a straddle from when I was kid but I was never able to do a full handstand without the help of a wall or some sort. So I practiced until I mastered it in about…five days. Then I added the straddle to it to up the difficulty. I haven’t done it in years. I don’t know how I managed to do it last night.”
“Liquid courage I’d say. Well call me impressed. I didn’t know you had it in you to show up a bunch of rough men.” He chuckled.
She let out a smile and looked down at her hands.
“So how did you learn to dance the Irish Jig?” she asked, lifting her head.
“Theo, actually. I don’t recall how he learned it but he taught me when we were messing around the Black Lake the summer we graduated. Never thought it would actually be a skill I could use one day.”
Before she had time to reply a slight knock was heard on the door to their suite. Draco stood up and walked out of the bathroom.
“Draco! Put some pants on!” She called out.
She could hear some muffled talking but could only hear every other word. She recognized Mr. Strafford’s voice and figured he was just stopping by to check on them, but then she heard Dimitra so she gathered herself up off the floor and walked out to the sitting room.
“Hermione!” Dimitra yelled as she barged past the two men, into the room. She gave Hermione a hug before turning to Draco and hugged him. “I came to check on you since you both were not down at breakfast yet. How are you feeling dear? And why Draco, do you not have a shirt on? Not that I am complaining.” She winked at Hermione.
“I am okay. Hungry, but okay.” Hermione responded with a chuckle.
“Well it’s a good thing I had Mr. Strafford here bring you up some food. Can’t miss breakfast now can we?”
Hermione was about to ask how Dimitra was in such a cheery mood and not suffering the side effects of their heavy drinking last night, but then realized she forgot she was a witch and probably already had a hangover potion ready to go. She wished she could ask her for some but then that would give away her being a witch herself, and she couldn’t risk it.
“Thank you Dimitra. That is very kind of you.” Hermione replied with a smile as she nodded her head to the man standing in the doorway. She watched him hand Draco the tray he was holding before taking his leave.
“Well I cannot stay long. Robert has plans for us this morning after the church service. Are you two planning on coming? It starts in fifteen minutes.” She asked looking to both Draco and Hermione.
“No, that is okay. I actually have plans with Hermione this morning as well.” Draco answered. “Thank you for breakfast though.”
“It was my pleasure.” She responded as looked at Draco’s bare chest up and down. She turned back to Hermione and flicked her brows at her, as if to say good job. “I’ll see you both at dinner.”
Dimitra gave both of them a peck on the cheek before bowing her head and walked out of the room. Draco turned to Hermione still holding the tray he took from the butler and winked. They spent the next twenty minutes eating before getting dressed and headed out the door.
“So where are we going?” she asked curiously.
“I figured we need some fresh air after last night. How does a walk on the upper deck sound? We haven’t been up there since the first day.”
“That…sounds amazing!”
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Sunday, April 14^th, 1912 11:26am
They made their way up to the ships upper deck and Hermione took in a deep breath, smelling the ocean breeze that whipped across her face. However, she didn’t realize how cold it was outside and let out a shiver.
“Here.” Draco stated as he removed his jacket and placed it on her shoulders.
She nodded her head in thanks. He took her hand and they began to walk around the ships deck. They stopped to look at the workout room and realized just how dated everything looked. To everyone else it was the latest equipment; top of the line, purchased to maximize the exercise experience. At least that is what a sweaty guy told them when they toured the room. To Hermione, the equipment looked like it belonged in a museum.
The walked up some stairs and received a tour by one of the ships First Officers, William Murdoch. He showed them the Navigating Bridge and Hermione was in awe as he explained how everything worked. He even let them touch one of the two wheels that steered the Titanic.
“Why are there two wheels?” Draco asked confused.
“The Titanic is so large that it has two rotors. Each wheel is required to control each one.” Murdoch explained with a smile, not realizing that Draco had no idea what a rotor was.
As they walked to the front of the bridge Hermione spotted a lookout tower through the large windows, which looked to have people inside. She wondered how the Titanic managed to hit the iceberg when there were people on the lookout.
‘Unless they weren’t there, when the ship hit.’
“Pardon me Mr. Murdoch, but are there always people in the lookout tower?” She asked politely.
“As a matter of fact, there are always two. We have four lookouts on the ship and they take their shifts in pairs.”
“And how ever do they see from such a high position? Everything must look so small from up there.” She questioned trying to get more information out of him.
“Binoculars ma’am, unfortunately we cannot seem to find the key to the cabinet holding them…But worry not Mrs. Lovegood. These men have good eyes and are trained to spot any danger in the ship’s path with and without binoculars.” Murdoch explained realizing he probably shouldn’t have told her that.
They continued their tour and were introduced to Captain Edward J. Smith. He was an older man in his sixties; at least that is what Hermione thought. For all she knew life as a sea Captain could have aged him. He was sweet old man and she learned that he was a British Merchant Navy officer and he had served for forty years as a master to numerous Whit Star Line vessels, including the Olympic; Titanic’s sister ship.
Hermione knew of his fate; which made talking to the man that much harder on her. She had to hold back tears as she wanted to hug him so badly it hurt. She tried her best to pay attention to what he was showing them but her thoughts kept lingering on his death. The lone death, he would have, in the very same place they were standing.
They said their goodbyes and thanks to the First Officer and Captain once the tour was finished and started walking towards the bow of the ship. She removed the melancholy thought in her mind and move on to something a little lighter.
She tried to explain to Draco a few of the ships architectural aspects but he lost it when she mentioned that there was a platform called the Poop Deck, in the rear of the ship. Even through his disbelief, he laughed for a good five minutes before catching his breath, teary eyed.
“They…they really call it that though?” he let out another knee slapping laugh. “But…it’s in the rear!…Get it? Poop, rear? Ha!” he laughed again.
She watched him in amusement as he tried to compose himself and failed. His laugh was addicting though and without meaning to, she started laughing with him. People were giving them wearily looks but neither of them cared. It was the best laugh she has had in a long time and she wasn’t about to let a bunch of elite entitled people ruin it for her.
Once they both composed themselves after about five more minutes of laughing, they continued their walk to the bow of the ship and leaned over the railing.
“Thank you.” Hermione began.
“For what?” He asked as he stared at the water in front of them.
“For taking care of me last night…and this morning. You didn’t have to do that.” she explained gently.
“You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you Hermione. I wanted to do it. I want to keep doing it for as long as I can.” He admitted tenderly.
Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she looked over the railing and watched the water below them.
“It’s strange you know…To know that all of this will be at the bottom of this massive ocean before us.” Draco announced with a hint of gloominess in his voice.
She didn’t want to think about another painfully sad subject, but it was inevitable. She let out a sigh before beginning to speak.
“It is hard to believe. Then again I had the same thought about Hogwarts before the battle.” She asserted.
“I know what you mean. It’s like one minute it’s there, in all its glory, and the next it’s in ruins with rubble scattered everywhere and holes in the area that used to be a wall. It was hard…for me…to imagine what it once looked like whole again after that. To know that that was the place I spent the best years of my life and in a matter of a few hours…it was gone. Hogwarts was my home…My real home.” He expressed woefully.
“I understand. But at least we got to see Hogwarts rebuilt. Titanic will never get that…It will forever be an underwater graveyard…Most people on this ship will probably be forgotten. I can’t imagine dying in such a way and having no one remember you.” She admitted sadly.
“Well if we don’t survive this Hermione, the only ones remembering us…is us. We need to make it out of this alive…I…I don’t want to be forgotten.”
He lowered his head and she could have sworn she saw a tear run down his cheek.
‘She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t have them make a promise to remember each other if one of them doesn’t make it. Because if they die in 1912; they will cease to exist in 2001. No one would be able to remember or mourn them…because no one would know who they are. The whole present would have to shift to correct the mistake. For all she knew, Harry could die in that reality without her help and then Voldemort would win. They had to make it home…they had to live.’
“We’ll make it Draco. We don’t have any other choice.” She was finally able to say as she reached out and grasped his hand in comfort.
They stood at the at the railing in silence as they watched the water break beneath them; parting out of the way in front of the massive ship as it sailed through Atlantic. Unknowing its future fate and their own, was about to happen in just a matter of hours.

Thank you all so much for still following this story. I want to let you all know that the next few chapters will be laid out rather differently than the rest you are used to. POV’s will most likely change back and forth throughout the chapters, to give you an insight how both Hermione and Draco experience the sinking. I will part each POV with the date and time, or just the time. I haven’t decided yet. Just know that this story does not end here. We still have a long way to go. I just hope you continue to stick by me as I write it. Your support means the world to me!
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