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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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@BillyGreen- Thank you so much for your wonderful review! I am happy to hear that you are enjoying the story! I always loved reading time travel fics of Dramione, but there just aren’t that many good ones out there. I am very pleased to know that I have written a good one so far J Now to answer your questions. For the duplication spell; that is a very clever idea, however to fit it into the story would mean the story would end quicker than I want and there would be no drama if it were easy to transfigure a boat and escape. For the apparate and broom question; this chapter actually explains the apparition. As for the brooms, I figured that most wizards and witches would have their brooms tucked away in storage like muggles did with their cars, passed the boiler room at the bottom of the ship. Which means, that they would have to find a way to get to the brooms, which are now fully under water. They could also have them in their rooms but at this point in time, no one is panicking because no one knows the ship is doomed, other than staff and our lovely couple. By the time they figure it out it would be too late to go back to their rooms to fly away. Also it is a muggle ship in 1912 so there are not as many magical people on board and the few that are, are 1^st class prestigious people who most likely do not fly on brooms due to upholding their classy nature.
@Sage of Discord- haha good ol’ Jim Ross! Love it!
@saxman66- Yes Draco has changed very much. For years he tried to change his image and his views. If he was still at Hogwarts he would not have gone to a low class party but since being with Hermione, he has started to view the world much differently.
Keep the questions and reviews coming! I love hearing your thoughts. Since this story is an “as I go” story. Your opinions help me shape it to make it better that I imagined! Love you all!

Chapter 22- Betrayal
Monday April 15^th, 1912 12:42am
Draco fought with everything he had to get away from the officers as they dragged him away from Hermione. He could only kick and flail his body since his hands were trapped behind him, cuffed. He shouted his innocence but they weren’t listening. He saw Hermione run after him followed by Dimitra and Robert, but the crowd was preventing them from getting to him. He tried so hard to break them men’s holds, but it was to no avail.
They led him down multiple flights of stairs and to an elevator. He once again tried to fight the men off him but they held on tightly. They had the bellman lower the lift to E deck. They stepped out, dragging him down the hallway, to the Master at Arms office to hold him.
“Are you people insane? The ship is bloody sinking and you are trying to arrest me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He shouted but they ignored him.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind them.
“STUPIFY! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” The voice yelled.
The two men fell to the floor and Draco stood in astonishment for a few seconds before turning around to see Hermione standing behind him, breathing heavily, like she had just run a marathon. He looked her up and down, impressed, before she ran to him. She hugged and kissed him but was interrupted by Robert and Dimitra running towards them. They stopped to catch their breaths as they looked down at the two men on the floor.
“What the?” Dimitra began.
“What happened?” Robert asked confused.
“Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.” Draco replied carefully. “Can someone undo these bloody things on me? They hurt like a bitch.”
“Right!” Robert announced as he dug in to one of the officers coats for the key.
Draco turned around so Robert could unlock the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists once he was free and walked right up to Hermione. He kissed her hard; like his life depended on it, in thanks for saving him.
“Guys.”
“Eh hem. I’d say get a room but you might drown in it by the time you two are done.” Robert joked.
“Uh, guys.” Dimitra said again trying to get their attention.
He pulled back and smirked at Robert before leaning in to kiss Hermione again.
“GUYS!” Dimitra shouted.
“Okay! We won’t snog in-” Draco began as he pulled back from his kiss.
“No…Look!” she pointed down the corridor.
The trio looked in the direction she was pointing to. A steady stream of water started pouring down the beige carpet; staining the floor with seawater and getting thicker as it moved down the corridor.
“Isn’t....isn’t that the way we came?” Hermione asked.
“We need to hurry.” Robert exclaimed.
They all nodded their heads in agreement and started making their way back.
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01:05am
Hermione held back some, as the group made their way down the now wet corridor. She turned to the two officers on the floor and released the spells holding them down. They took deep breaths in as they came to; she never took her wand off them. They looked around, suddenly realizing their prisoner was missing and stood up quickly.
“Bleeding Christ! What happened? Wha- What do you plan on doing with that stick miss?” one of the officers asked in confusion when his eyes landed on her. She squinted at his name tag and saw that it read Michael.
“I’ll ask the questions here, Michael. Why did take Draco away? Why didn’t you listen to me when I told you that you had the wrong man?” she asked in anger.
“We do not need to answer to a woman.” The other officer retorted with a snort. “Especially, one pointing a useless stick at us, in what; defense?” he chuckled.
Michael didn’t seem amused by the man’s half joke. In fact he looked scared as he looked at the wand she held out in front of her.
‘Does he know that it’s a wand? Is he of magical blood?’
The water that was filling the corridor moments ago, was now rushing past their feet. She ignored the cold liquid as it splashed around her feet, soaking the hem of her yellow dress. She had changed into a short sleeve dress earlier and opted to not wear a corset after dinner, so she could run around with Draco on the upper deck. She regretted it now because she was freezing and the ice water was making it worse. However she pushed through the goosebumps and kept her wand pointed at the men.
“You will answer me! Or so help me-”
“You’ll what? Look ma’am we do not answer to you. So why don’t you get that stick out of our faces and let us do our jobs.” The arrogant officer interjected.
“Do your job? You arrested an innocent man and brought him down here, while the ship is sinking! Do you honestly expect me to believe, that you were just ‘doing your job’?” she expressed in anger.
The officer never answered her. Instead, he lunged towards her wand arm, but she was too quick for him.
“Impendimenta!” She yelled with a flick of her wand.
The officer’s movements slowed down drastically as he came barreling toward her. She flicked her wrist again.
“Flipendo!”
He flew back into the wall with a hard thud and landed on the ground unconscious. She turned to Michael who had terror written all over him as he looked at his partner on the floor. He looked back to her in fear and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
“Hermione?” Draco called out. He looked at the man on the floor, before looking to the cowering officer, then back to Hermione. “What the…What did you do?”
The man on the ground started to stir slightly and Draco quickly pulled his wand out of his jacket pocket; pointing it at the man. Just then Dimitra and Robert came barreling down the corridor; stopping just short of the scene with mouths wide open.
“Shit.” Hermione muttered under her breath.
“Draco? Hermione? What is going- Are you…you’re of magic?” Dimitra stuttered in puzzlement as she looked on at the scene in front of her.
Both Draco and Hermione looked at the couple like deer frozen in headlights. She didn’t know what to say. They had just been caught doing the one thing they were trying to hide from everyone this whole time.
Draco turned back to the two men, keeping his wand level as Hermione took a deep breath in.
“Dimitra, I can’t explain right now. I’m sorry, I really am. But it’s important that you didn’t say anything about this…please. I’ll explain everything later, I promise. Right now I need to deal with this and you need to get to a boat, okay?”
“I most certainly will not! You lied to me! How cou-”
“Please…I am begging you. I will tell you all about it later.” She interrupted with a plea.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do; I thought you were a muggle! I trusted you!”
“I could say the same thing to you, but I don’t have time right now! Get to a boat Dimitra! I won’t tell you again!” Hermione yelled in frustration.
Dimitra looked in shock at Hermione. She didn’t mean to yell at her but Hermione couldn’t risk her and Robert not making it.
‘They have to live…they just have to. She could handle Dimitra being mad; she wouldn’t be able to handle her dying.’
“This isn’t over!” Dimitra turned on her heels in a huff and walked down the flooded corridor with Robert in tow.
Hermione looked back to Michael who looked even more scared, now that Draco was present.
“Now, tell me why you did it.” She asked calmly.
“I…We were paid off. I did not want to do it Miss, I promise you. But she threatened my safety and she did something to Cornell with a stick…just…just like that one.” Michael answered quickly with guilt as he pointed to Draco’s wand.
“Wait…You were paid to arrest me?” Draco asked in confusion. “By who? Why?”
“Yes…yes sir; myself, Cornell here, and that Third Class man. The man was supposed to steal your bag Miss.” He pointed to Hermione’s bag that dangled on her wand arm. “Cornell and I were supposed to watch him, in case something happened or he stole the bag for himself. We saw Mr. Lovegood punch the man so we had to act. We were told that if he interfered, to bring him below deck, lock him in a room, and let the ship have him. I swear to you I did not want to do it. Please understand, I swear.” Michael pleaded.
“What? Why would someone want to steal my bag and lock you up? This makes no sense.” Hermione began, looking at Draco.
“Who hired you?” Draco demanded, moving closer, now pointing his wand at the neck of the officer.
Michael looked terrified as he pointed an arm behind Draco.
“S…sh…She did.” He stuttered.
Hermione and Draco both turned to follow the man’s finger. What they weren’t expecting to see, was the woman, they thought they trusted.
01:24am
“You! But why? What did we ever do to you?” Hermione asked in shock.
Draco looked at the woman who appeared out of nowhere, with hatred. He pulled his wand from Michael’s neck and pointed it at the woman standing in front of him. Michael ran down the corridor, leaving the trio alone but he didn’t care. He was raging with anger and kept his wand fixed on the woman.
“Oh, please Draco darling, put that down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Ms. Applegate announced in a grin with her wand pointed at Hermione’s chest.
He didn’t budge. The water had now risen to their ankles but he wouldn’t let that distract him. Instead he stepped in front of Hermione, never taking his eyes off Ms. Applegate. He was angry at the woman, but he would not risk his love getting harmed.
‘The handmaiden they thought they trusted just betrayed them and he didn’t even know why. There was no chance he would let her get away with this. No chance in hell!’
“What do you want from us? Why did you do this?” Hermione pleaded as she looked around Draco’s arm.
“What do I want? Hm, that is a very good question Hermione…I want the stones you possess. Yes, I know all about the stones and who you both really are, Ms. Granger. I have somewhat of a gift of foresight. I had a dream about the two of you, the night before I found you in The Castle. I dreamt of your arrival and your collection of the stones, but I had to keep up appearance until you were in possession of them. You see, I want the stones for myself and my lover; one of the cooks at The Manor. We want a better life, not this serving other people bull shit with little to no pay. I knew what brought you to this time and that you didn’t belong. I overheard Madam Malfoy talking to her husband’s grandmother before her passing. So I paid off some people and used an Imperius curse here and there to get what I wanted. ” Ms. Applegate explained.
“So you followed us, knowing that the stones bring people back to a time with a disaster?” Hermione asked with a raised brow.
“We don’t care about some stupid ship, or wherever the stones decided to place us! We don’t plan to come back and I have done my research on all major disasters in history thus far. We will have no problem getting by. Now…if you will, hand over your bag Ms. Granger.” Applegate clarified as she reached out her open hand for the bag.
“No! You are fucking insane! We give you the stones and you’ll just disapparate out of here, leaving us stuck in this time! You have to be bloody stupid to think we would just hand our future over to you!” Draco yelled in anger.
“That is where you are wrong Draco. You can’t disapparate off this ship there is an anti-apparition ward surrounding it. Titanic may be a muggle creation but wizards controlled ticket sales. They couldn’t just have magical folk’s disapparating in the middle of the ocean. That would cause too many problems since it is highly risky and we are so far out. Not to mention international legal issues with immigrants entering the United States illegally. You are over seventeen; you of all people should know that. Humph, just like a Malfoy; proud, presumptuous, and arrogant. Also, you think I care about your pathetic future together? Not that you could actually be together anyway, with Hermione here being a little mudblood and your family being so prejudice.”
“You watch your mouth, you filthy bitch!” Draco stated through clenched teeth, in rage.
He was starting to see red now, but he had to control himself. His own ancestor had told him to watch his temper the other day and he knew he was the type to hex first, ask questions later. He needed to control the situation until he could figure out a way to get out of it. It wasn’t just his life on the line anymore.
“What are you going to do Draco? Hex me? We both know that would not end well for you…The bag, NOW!” Applegate demanded, flicking her fingers for them to hand the bag over.
Draco felt Hermione start to walk out from behind him but he instantly reached back and stopped her.
“No! I am not going to let you leave us here!” He shouted at the woman.
“Very well, I guess I will just have to force you to give it to me…Imper-”
Ms. Applegate stood frozen in place; the Imperius curse still resting on her lips. She was staring at the couple wide eye before collapsing on to the flooding floor. Behind her, Aquila Malfoy stood with an arm out stretched and nostrils flaring. She had no wand out and she never uttered a word.
‘He knew his family had powerful magic, he didn’t know though, that one of his own ancestors could produce a knock out charm with no wand and wordless. She might not be a blood Malfoy but she was still very powerful.’
“Not my family, you bitch!” She stated in anger as she stared down at the unconscious handmaiden.
“Aquila!” Hermione chirped in happiness and ran out from behind Draco to hug the woman who just saved their lives.
“How did you find us?” Draco asked with a smile on his face as he placed his wand back in his jacket.
“I saw Dimitra run to the upper deck in a fit, yelling about you both not being muggles to Robert. A few minutes later Officer Michael came running with fear all over him. I stopped him to ask what was wrong and he told me everything. I came as soon as I could! Are you both alright? Are you hurt?” Aquila asked in concern looking them both over.
“We are okay, thanks to you!” Hermione chimed.
“No thanks are needed. You are family; even you my dear Hermione.” Aquila stated with a smile as she touched her fingers under Hermione’s chin. “Now, we must hurry. There is not much time. The bow of the ship is already covered in water. People are panicking and they are closing the gates to Third Class.”
“Closing the gates? Why are they closing the gates? Won’t that trap a lot of people?” Hermione asked in fear.
Aquila just looked at her with a saddened expression. Draco knew the reason they were closing the gates. They wanted to make sure people with more money and of importance got a seat on a life boat first. It was unfair but once again, there was nothing he could do about it.
“What about them.” He asked pointing the handmaiden laying, almost drowning on the floor.
“She was a terrible handmaiden anyway; let her rot down her….as for the officer.” She raised her hand and magically moved him far down the hall in the opposite direction, before snapping her fingers, awakening him.
They quickly followed Aquila down the corridor to get away from the scene. They walked for a few minutes before Aquila raised her hand to stop them.
“That…That is the way I came.” She announced as she looked at the stairwell.
Water was pouring out of doorway, down the stairwell like a raging river. There was no way they would be able to exit through it. Once the door was opened a wave would hit them and sweep them away. They had to find another exit.
They backed tracked some and found a second exit. They made their way through and found themselves in a very cramped, very crowded, stairwell. People were shouting and crying at the closed gates. One of the three crew members on the other side of the gate was trying to tell people to allow women and children to the front, but men had to stay behind, until life boats were ready for them. The crowd didn’t seem to take it well as they started trying to reach out to grab the man and shook the gates in anger.
Draco squeezed himself through the crowd to reach the front. He was still in his suite so he hoped the man would open the gates up for him, seeing as he was a First Class passenger.
“Hey! You! Yeah you, let me, my wife, and my mother out of here please. It’s a long story but we are trapped down here and we need to get to a boat quickly.” He announced.
The man walked over to him and looked him up and down.
“I am sorry sir but I can’t open the gates and let you out. Women and children first.” The man replied.
“You’re just going to let us all die down here! Don’t you fucking care? What is wrong with you?” Draco announced as he started getting angrier.
“I am sorry sir but I open the gate and we get swamped. I don’t have the authority to open it unless it is to let women and children through.”
‘He was tired of this man’s bull shit excuses to keep innocent people from having a fighting chance. He wouldn’t let him get away with it. Screw his temper!’
His hands felt hot and his blood boiled as his temper rose beyond his control.
“FUCKING HELL! YOU DUMB, MURDERING, STUPID, COWARD, SON OF A BITCH!” He shouted in rage.
He shook the gates as hard as he could. All of a sudden a burst of orange light lit the stairwell as the gate flew off its hinges and slammed into the men on the other side. They fell to the ground in groans with the gate landing on top of them and Draco stood there in shock at what he had just done. Everyone went quite instantly, trying to figure out what just happened, but quickly brushed it off and started to run and climb over people and the gate to get through. They brushed, pushed, and knocked into Draco but he just stood there; staring at his hands in confusion.
Once the crowd had cleared, he felt a light tap on his shoulder but he didn’t turn around.
“Draco?...Draco are you okay? How…how did you do that?” Hermione asked cautiously.
“I…I don’t know. I didn’t know …I even could do that.” he admitted still looking at his hands.
“That my dear boy, was very powerful wandless and wordless, emotional magic; very rare, for one to achieve. Anger is usually the first to be discovered. I had a feeling that you had more magic in you then you thought, hence why I told you to control your temper. Although, you should be very proud Draco; not only can you do magic even I myself, cannot do, but you saved a lot of lives by doing it.” Aquila exclaimed with a smile. “Come now. The water is rising and we must get to a boat.”
He nodded his head because he couldn’t say anything at the moment. He was still too speechless at what he had done, what he could do. However, Draco noticed that Hermione was shivering, so he took his jacket off and put it on her to keep her warm.
The ship started to tilt and the trio could feel it as they leaned to the left. The ship was sinking faster. Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand in his and followed Aquila a second set of stairs. Just as Hermione was about to step on up on the first step, a tidal wave of water came bursting through a set of double doors. He quickly pushed her up the stairs but was not quick enough himself, to get out of the way.
The water rushed at him quickly, knocking his feet out from under him as it carried him down the hallway. He heard the two women scream for him but he couldn’t respond. He couldn’t breathe as he tried to straighten himself to reach his head above the water, but the current was too strong and kept pulling him back down; thrashing him into anything and everything it could. He saw another stairwell up a head when the water threw him up for a brief second, so he reached out and grabbed onto the railing as hard as he could. The water still pushed against him roughly but he let out a yell and used all his strength to fight it, as he pulled himself up the stairs.
He looked back at the river of salt water, now soaking wet with a gash on his head and thanked whatever God was listening for letting him survive that. There was no going back the way he came so he turned around and continued up the stairs. He had to find a way back to Hermione.
‘He had hoped Aquila pulled her away and was taking her to the upper deck to a boat. But if he knew Hermione, he knew she wouldn’t go lightly. Still, he had to get to the upper deck, the ship was sinking too fast and he had to make sure Hermione got out of this alive...Even if that meant, he didn’t.’
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