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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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LARGE QUOTES FROM THE MOVIE TITANIC WILL BE USED IN THIS CHAPTER. I HAVE MODIFIED SOME, TO FIT THE STORY BUT I WANT TO LET EVERYONE KNOW, THAT I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINAL QUOTES. THEY BELONG TO JAMES CAMERON AND THE STAFF OF THE MOVIE!
@saxman66- I am so happy to hear that you are enjoying the story! It warms my heart. This is my first ever fanfic and I am very happy to have received such positive reviews. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 21- Smell Ice Can You
Sunday, April 14^th, 1912 11:38pm
Draco watched as Hermione twirled in a circle with a wide smile on his face. He was leaning on the railing at bow of the ship with his hands in his pockets, as he recalled the last few hours. They had skipped lunch to watch Titanic move through the ocean, in wonderment. Once it got too cold out, they headed back to their room and had a glorious steamy shower session, he could only hope to repeat soon. They decided to take a nap afterward until dinner, since they had hardly gotten any sleep last night due to the party going on, longer than he expected it to. They met Aquila, Dimitra, Molly and their respective pairs at dinner and gossiped about anything and everything.
‘He wished his parents could have dinners like that at home but they always ate in silence. Once they got back, he would be determined to make sure meals at the Manor, were more lively.’
Before dinner had ended, he pulled Aquila off to the side to talk to her and get her opinion on some family things while Hermione chatted away with Dimitra, Robert, and Cygnus. Molly had left right after dinner to catch up on some reading before bed and he could see the excitement in Hermione’s eyes, when she asked her what book she was reading.
Due to the nap they had taken earlier, they were both wide awake after dinner, so they decided to be rebels and run around the ship. They played a game that Hermione had called TAG. He thought a muggle game would be boring and stupid but found out, it was actually quite fun. They chased each other around the deck of the ship for a few hours before resting at the bow to catch their breaths. He couldn’t help but stare at Hermione with a tender heart.
‘She looks so beautiful in her flowing yellow dress. He really did love her in every way, shape, and form. She knew how to have fun. He didn’t expect that from the bookworm know-it-all. She had surprised him so much, throughout the whole journey, he wondered if he ever really knew her.’
He never got to finish that thought. A loud bell rang out from above them and he looked up to see two men in the crow’s nest, acting frantic. He couldn’t hear what they were yelling but he saw one man grab an object and start yelling into it. He was about to follow the second man’s line of sight when he felt Hermione yank him away from the railing roughly, in a panic.
X
11:39pm
Hermione stopped spinning instantly as soon as she heard the bell go off. She looked up to the crow’s nest tower, saw the frantic men, and knew exactly what was about to happen. She turned towards Draco but he wasn’t paying attention to her. She went to say something to him and that’s when she saw it. About nine hundred feet away behind him, was a large white object coming closer and closer; the iceberg. It was so much bigger than she imagined and it wasn’t even upon them yet. She quickly yanked Draco away from the railing almost knocking them both down but she didn’t care. She had to get him away from the edge.
He looked at her in confusion but looked to where her eyes landed and his face dropped. Draco gripped her waist and pulled her back, down a set of stair, closer to the middle of the bow deck. She felt the ship stall. The engines stopped suddenly, to reverse the propellers, knocking her to their knees. She quickly lifted her head and watched in horror as the ship looked to hit the mass head on. Draco picked her up off the deck and they stood there in fear, as they watched the event unfold; unable to do anything about it.
“Why aren’t they turning?” She asked in panic.
She could hear Draco whispering as well; chanting ‘Turn…come on, turn’ over and over again as the ship slowly turned left, away from the iceberg. He never let go over her and their eyes never left the white giant. It would appear, that the Titanic would miss the block of ice, but she was wrong; so very, very, wrong.
X
11:40pm
Draco stared in terror as the ship got closer to the iceberg. He knew the inevitable was about to happen. The day they wished never came was here and there was no escaping it. The few people around them also stared in fear as the ship was now only about two hundred feet away from crashing. Titanic tried to turn but she wasn’t fast enough. He heard a woman scream, as a man, looking over the railing Draco was previously leaning against, ran away yelling in terror.
“IT’S GONNA HIT!”
He didn’t have time to think. He looked up at the massive slab of ice that leered over them about a hundred feet in the air.
“Jesus Christ!” He heard a man near them, shout in shock.
The deck beneath them rumbled and quaked as Titanic’s starboard side collided with the iceberg; causing a vibration that shook his entire body. Large pieces of ice crashed down upon them; he quickly pulled Hermione back, out of the way, falling to the floor as the ice slid across the deck, stopping just short of them.
“Oh my god!” Hermione cried out as she looked at a large brick of ice that almost hit them.
She jumped to her feet and ran to the railing. Draco followed to keep her safe and leaned over the railing as well. They both watched in shock as the iceberg past by the ship. It only took about a minute before it was behind them, like it never existed. The ship continued to sail but at a much slower pace now. He knew it was going to stop eventually. He didn’t know much about muggle machinery but even he knew, that the ship would not be able to continue if an ocean full of water was pouring inside of it; and it was.
A large quantity of steam was released from the ships Smokestacks and Draco thought it was because of the water entering the hot boiler room. He had asked Hermione earlier in the day, the steps that would be taken once the ship hits. He remembered parts of what she said. One mainly being, that the engineering staff would have to close the boilers that were filled with very hot high-pressure steam, as quickly as possible to prevent the cold seawater from reaching them; causing an explosion. He really hoped they did it and with the steam billowing out of the smokestacks, and the fact that they hadn’t blown up yet; he figured they were successful.
‘He thought they were prepared for this. They had talked about every day since Hermione remembered. They had a whole plan laid out; but experiencing it?...He wasn’t prepared for the sheer terror he ensued. He had no idea if they could even stick to the plan anymore. It was one thing to think about the disaster; it was a whole other story, to live it.’
Everything was happening so fast beneath his feet; he wanted to see what it looked like below. Maybe even help in some way, but Hermione wouldn’t let him. She said it was not only dangerous but brought up the whole, not changing the past, bullshit.
Nothing was going to stop the train of events that was about to unfold. No one, but themselves, could save them now.
X
11:45pm
Hermione sat on a bench and watched as a group of Third Class passengers kicked around a block of ice that had fallen on to the ship’s deck. She wanted to scream at them; to yell that this was not a game and that everything they know is about to change. But she couldn’t. Not just because she couldn’t risk changing things but because she couldn’t move. She was still in shock. If she thought the war was bad; it was nothing compared to what was about to transpire.
‘In the war, one at least knew who the enemy was and could fight back. Well, she knew who the enemy was now, but there was no way of fighting back, no way of defending themselves; there was absolutely no way to prepare or battle against a disaster like this. And this was just the beginning. It was about to get a whole lot worse from here…And no one but her and Draco, knew.’
Draco came walking down the set of stairs leading to lower level of the bow. He had gone to ask a crew member if lifeboats where going to be brought out now.
“What did they say?” Hermione asked him, standing to meet him; finally shaking the shock away.
“Bloody nothing! All they kept telling me was that everything was fine and under control. The water tight doors are sealed and to not worry. If one more person tells me to not worry, I am going to bloody hex their balls off!” Draco expressed in anger. “Don’t they understand what just happened? Why can’t they understand the seriousness of the situation?”
“Draco. We need to stay calm-’
“No! I will not stay calm! This is horse shit and they bloody well know it. Why are we even here Hermione? We don’t belong here! Those fucking stones are just messing with us! They ar-”
Hermione stood up quickly and slapped her hand over his mouth to stop him from yelling.
“Shut up! You will say something important and everyone will hear it; making things worse for us. Just shut up!” She pleaded through clenched teeth; looking around to make sure no one was watching them.
Her eye caught Captain Smith and Mr. Andrews having a discussion on the Bridge Deck before Mr. Andrews walked away in a hurry. She removed her hand from Draco’s mouth and grabbed his wrist, dragging him off the deck of the ship.
X
11:50pm
“What the hell Granger? Where are we going? Are we even allowed to be down here?” Draco asked in anger, releasing her hold on him once they were far enough away from prying ears.
She slapped a hand to his mouth again as she held her finger to her lips, telling him to be quite. She peaked around the corner of the wall they we stand at and slowly removed her hand from his mouth.
“We are following Mr. Andrews. He knows something and I want to know what it is.” She whispered.
Draco looked around the corner and saw the man disappear through a door.
‘Whatever room he just walked into was extraordinarily loud and he wondered how he could stand the noise without something to cover his ears. Was it the engine room?’
He looked above the door and saw the sign that read ‘Boiler Room No. 6’ and he had an idea of what the man knew. Before he could think any more of it he saw Andrews emerge from the room and he quickly pulled himself back around the corner. He looked around for a hiding spot and found a closet. Dragging Hermione into it, he closed the door just enough, so that he could see the man walk by with an officer in tow.
“I need to get my blue prints. Meet me at the bridge in five minutes with the rest of the officers.” Mr. Andrew’s demanded as he ran off down the corridor.
Once the both men left, Draco turned to Hermione with a worried look. Grabbing her hand they left the closet and ran back to Bridge Deck.
Monday, April 15^th, 1912 12:00am
Draco held Hermione’s hand as they snuck their way on to the Bridge. They hid behind a wall just outside the open room and waited. It wasn’t long before Mr. Andrews, accompanied by Mr. Ismay and multiple Officers arrived. They took a risk and peeked around the open archway to get a better view of what was going on. Mr. Andrews threw a blueprint on the table and opened it with the help of the Captain.
“Water… fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes. In the fore peak, in all three holds, and in boiler room six.” Andrew’s began in a panic.
‘This is most unfortunate Captain but when can we get underway dammit!” Ismay demanded.
“That’s five compartments!” Andrews shouted.
“What is your point? We have a deadline we need to make in order to secure the headlines in the papers! Other ships have been able to keep sailing after having a few little bumps. Titanic will get by.” Ismay announced with anger.
“She can stay afloat for the first four compartments breached, but not five!”
Mr. Andrew’s turned back to the Captain with dread in his eyes.
“Not five. As she goes down by the head, the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads at E deck from one to the next. Back and back. There is no stopping it.”
“What about the pumps? If we open the doors-” Smith suggested but Andrews interrupted.
“The pumps will by you time, but minutes only…From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.” He responded regretfully.
“But this ship can’t sink! God himself could not sink this ship-” Ismay expressed in shock.
“I told you before Mr. Ismay, I will tell you again! She is made of iron; she can…and she will. It is a mathematical certainty. She was never titled unsinkable. The newspapers gave her that title to sell more tickets! ”
“What? This is absurd! The-” Ismay began still in disbelief.
“How much time?” Smith asked cutting Ismay off.
Andrews looked at the blue print on the table and counted.
“An hour…two at most.”
“And how many souls on board, Mr. Murdoch?”
The first officer took a step forward and gulped.
“2,200 souls on board, sir.”
Captain Smith turned to Mr. Ismay after a moment of silence from everyone in the room.
“Well…I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.” He turned to the rest of the crew. “Prepare the lifeboats. Get all crew and passengers ready on the deck. I want SOS signals sent out immediately and get the distress rockets load-”
“Sir! Sir!” a man ran into the room with papers in hand. “Mr. Andrews asked me to send out an SOS to anyone who would listen. The Carpathia says they are making seventeen knots, full steam for them, sir!”
“And she is the only one who’s responding?” Smith asked.
“The only one close, sir. She says they can be here in four hours.”
“Four hours!” Smith yelled in shock “My God…Have mercy on us all.”
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12:05am
Hermione looked at Draco. Both of their faces were ones of terror.
‘She knew this disaster would be bad; she didn’t think it would be two hours bad. That wasn’t enough time; and with hardly enough lifeboats…it’s no wonder so many people die. Even the responding ship wouldn’t get to them in time.’
She tapped Draco on his side and started to crawl away from the Bridge. Once they were out of eye sight she panicked.
“Oh my God!...Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Fucking hell!” She yelled.
She turned to Draco and grabbed his upper arms.
“We need to go back to the room! We need to get my bag! Oh my God Dimitra; Aquilla!”
“Hermione breathe!” he pleaded, but she was far from listening.
Everything kept running through her mind at once. She was in full panic now and couldn’t breathe. Literally; she couldn’t breathe. She was having a panic attack and started to hyperventilate. She felt Draco grab her arms and say something but she couldn’t hear him. She was in full blown hysteria. He pulled her off to the side and had her sit on a set of stairs blocked by a large wall. He knelt down on the step below her but she ignored him as dread filled her lungs. Suddenly she felt a hard smack across her left cheek and she stopped breathing for a moment. After a few seconds she looked back at Draco and took a deep breath.
“T…thank you.”
“Please don’t make me do that ever again.” He begged with a frown and kissed the top of her forehead.
She didn’t know what to say so she nodded her head as a tear fell down her cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his thumb and stood up.
“We don’t have much time. We need to grab our stuff. Come on, let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and led her back down to B- Deck.
X
12:15am
Draco opened the door to their suite as staff knocked on doors down the corridor.
“EVERYBODY UP! PUT YOUR LIFEBELTS ON!” they announced.
He walked in the room and rushed to the bedroom. Grabbing the bag, he made his way back out to the Sitting Room as a crew member entered the suite.
“I beg your pardon, but we are requiring you to put your lifebelts on and meet on the top deck” He commanded as he walked in and pulled two life jackets from the top of the closet in the Sitting Room. “Not to worry, just a safety precaution.”
He handed the couple their jackets and left the room to continue on his task. Draco looked to Hermione and set his jacket down to help her with hers. Once he was finished tying the last string, the door burst open; Dimitra and Robert entered wearing life vests and looking rather alarmed.
“What is going on? Have you heard anything? No one will tell us anything!” Dimitra panicked.
He took a deep breath before looking at the couple.
“The ship hit and iceberg.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Robert asked distressed, holding a hand up.
“The ship is sinking.” Hermione explained. “We have less than two hours to get to a lifeboat.”
“But…there aren’t enough boats for everyone…Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Dimitra uttered in sadness.
“How do you know this?” Robert demanded.
“We were there when it hit. We saw the iceberg and we over heard the crew members talking. A rescue ship won’t arrive for four hours but Titanic only has two.” Draco clarified.
“We need to pack-” Dimitra expressed.
“We don’t have time! We need to go now; the ship is already starting to flood!” Hermione interjected.
Dimitra looked at her wide eyed in shock. Draco could tell she was scared but they didn’t have time to think it over. They had to move and they had to move now. He handed Hermione her hand bag before turning back to the couple.
“We need to go.” He stated seriously before grabbing Hermione’s hand and led her out of the room.
X
12:25am
Hermione stood next to Draco on the starboard side, as she watched officers prepare lifeboats on the davits. The noise was unbearably loud and the crowd was enormous. People were jamming into one another and there was barely any room to move. Every class on the ship was present but not every class was in a panic. Some people were laughing and talking to one another as if nothing bad was happening.
“Listen up!” She heard a man yell over the noise.” We require all women and children first.”
The men in the crowd starting spatting at the officer in protest as women and children made their way to the front of the group. Just then a distress rocket went off near them and burst into a white light in the sky; temporarily causing everyone to look in wonder. Hermione stayed next to Draco, not wanting to leave him, as Dimitra clung to her arm in fear.
“Will the lifeboats be seated according to class?” A random woman asked.
She was of course, ignored, as they started filling the lifeboat with people. Hermione was pushed to the front and an officer went to grab her to place her in the boat but she ripped her arm out of his grasp and turned into Draco’s chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her as he pulled her back. All of a sudden the crowd was in an uproar. A Second Class man had started a fight with an officer for not letting him on the lifeboat. People pushed through the crowd causing her to be torn away from Draco.
As they separated she lost sight of him and in a panic, looked around. She spotted Dimitra and Robert to her left and made her way to them.
“I lost Draco! Do you see him anywhere?” she yelled to the couple.
Robert and Dimitra looked around the group to help her but shook their heads no.
“Wait!” Dimitra expressed. “I see him! Over there!”
She pointed to Hermione’s right as she stood on her tip toes. Hermione saw the unmistakable blonde hair in the crowd and instantly started to push through people to get to him. Dimitra grabbed her hand as she and Robert followed.
As soon as she saw Draco in view she released Dimitra’s hand and ran to him, but she collided into a man who had stepped in front of her; knocking her to the floor. He was wearing a suit jacket, so she figured he was a first class gentleman. His eyes were soft but after having a better look she noticed he was not First Class.
‘He’s wearing Third Class ragged clothing under that suit jacket. Did he steal it? Or did someone give him the jacket?’
Looking down at her, he reached an arm out to help her up. At least that is what she thought he was going to do. Instead he grabbed her handbag that she held on her wrist and tried to pull it away. She instantly gripped the handbag hard as they played tug of war with it. She yanked the hand bag with all she could muster on the ground, to break it free from the man’s grip. But he held on tightly and fell on top of her.
She expelled a heavy grunt as he fell on to her, but he kept trying to pull the bag out of her hands; even attempting to pry her fingers off it. He got up quickly and Hermione realize he didn’t do it out of his own accord. Draco had dragged the man off her and punched him, hard, in the face, twice. The man fell to the floor out cold as Draco towered over him in anger. But he didn’t have a chance to turn back to face her. Two officers saw the punches and ran up to him. Hermione watched from the floor as the men gripped Draco up and pinned him face first into a wall.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” he shouted as the men pushed his face harder into the wall.
Hermione was suddenly picked up off the ground by Robert. She didn’t even thank him as she ran to Draco. One of the officers cuffed him as the other grabbed her to keep her away. She kicked and screamed as she fought the man holding her.
“Stop it, he didn’t do anything wrong! What are you doing? Let me go!”
“He assaulted a First Class gentleman! He is under arrest!” the officer stated.
“What? That man assaulted me first! He was protecting me!” she screamed in anger.
The officer looked to have believed her and she thought he would let her go, but he didn’t. Instead he pushed her back into Roberts’s arms. Dimitra laid a gentle hand, in comfort, on her arm as the trio watched the officers, in dismay; take a fighting Draco, away.
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