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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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Song choice (you know where)- Near My God To Thee.
This chapter is a little shorter than the rest but it is still worth the read…I think. Better break out your tissues though! Things are about to get real emotional. I teared up just writing it lol.
@saxman66- You are correct about the time period and the barriers. However, given that the Titanic’s tickets were sold through wizards, they did not want people who knew magic, to dangerously try to apparate off the ship. J.K. Rowling even stated in an interview that apparition can only be done at certain distances. The Titanic would be too far out from America to safely make it for those who are impatient. They did not want that on their hands and placed an anti-apparition spell on the ship. Also, for immigrants during that time, they still required some type of paper work to enter a different country legally; granite some snuck on the ship but the wizarding council wanted as less stress as possible. For Mrs. Applegate; seeing as she was a seerer she knew what Draco and Hermione are capable, therefore had the upper hand knowing what they would do. However she admitted she was only somewhat of a seerer, so she did not see Aquila or expect the outcome she got. She was also just cocky lol. As for Draco’s actions; you are correct that he probably didn’t save anyone but Aquila only stated that to try and help him feel better about what he just did. But, he did technically save Hermione and Aquila by breaking the gate, so at least he saved someone.

Chapter 23- To Drown Alone
Monday April 15^th, 1912 01:45am
Aquila pulled Hermione back away from the rushing water. Draco had just been swept away and she was scared; they both were. She couldn’t see him anymore; she didn’t know whether he was dead or alive. She screamed out his name but he didn’t reply. She was crying now and Aquila kept pulling her back.
“We have to get to a boat Hermione! He’ll be fine. He is a strong lad and will make it through, but we won’t, if we don’t go now!” Aquila shouted over the loud noise of the water rushing by.
Hermione couldn’t speak. She waited for Draco to pop up around the corner but he didn’t. Aquila tugged her hard, to get her to follow but she stood her ground. She didn’t want to move. She needed to see him; she needed to make sure he was okay.
‘She can’t leave without him.’
“No! I can’t leave him! DRACO!” She yelled out, pulling her arm out of Aquila’s grip.
She started sobbing again. She was defeated. She needed him.
“Please… Please come back.” She whispered through her tears that slowly slide down her cheeks.
Aquila quickly pulled her into a hug and squeezed tight. She let out a loud snob into the woman’s garments but Aquila didn’t seem to care. She hugged her tighter before pulling back and cupped a hand on Hermione’s face and looked her dead in the eyes.
“He will be okay, I promise you. Malfoy’s won’t let a little water beat them down.” she spoke calmly “We need to go, okay? He would want you to survive this.”
Hermione nodded her head and quickly wiped away her tears still not wanting to leave, but knew she had no choice. Aquila grabbed her hand and led her out of the stairwell. Once they made it to the upper deck, about fifteen minutes later, they noticed it was in chaos. People were screaming and running around trying to find a way off the ship.
There were a few boats left on the port side, about a third of the way from the stern of the ship, close to the Bridge Deck. The water had not made it yet to one of the life boats but it was getting closer and closer. Aquila rushed past a bunch of people to get to it. She looked at the officers guarding it from people trying to swarm it and ran to one of the men. Hermione couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the man nodded and waved his hand to tell her to come.
Aquila ran back to Hermione and grabbed her hand.
“They have some open spots. Come on let’s go.” She announced.
She started pulling her in the direction of the boat. She stepped in and turned around; reaching back to help Hermione in. Suddenly Robert came running up.
“Hermione! Aquila! Thank God you are both okay.” He shouted over the noise of the people as he hugged Hermione tightly.
“Robert!” Hermione yelled out, hugging him back. “Where is Dimitra? Is she okay?”
“She is fine! She was place in a boat!...I need to get to her Hermione! I…I can’t have her be alone! Please… Help me get back to her! “He admitted loudly with a distraught face.
Hermione nodded her head and turned back to Aquila. She nodded her head in understanding and reached her hand out to Robert. He quickly brushed past the officers who were distracted by the crowd. The officers apparently no longer cared about the woman and children first rule, as the life boat held numerous men in it, all jammed together; including, one Mr. Ismay.
There was only room for one after Robert got in. Once he was settled next to Molly Brown, Aquila turned back to Hermione and reached out her hand again. Hermione stood there staring at it; contemplating getting in.
‘She couldn’t leave Draco. If she got in now then there wouldn’t be room for him. He would be stuck on the sinking ship…left to die.’
“I’m sorry.” She began calmly, looking at Aquila’s sad confused face. “I can’t leave him.”
01:45pm
Draco climbed the stairs as fast as he could. He had made it to the First class dining room through the kitchen and started running through the room but halted to a stop, when he reached the Grand Staircase. He spotted Mr. Andrews at the top if the stairs staring at the grand clock on the wall. He slowly began walking up the stairs to meet the man.
“Mr. Andrews?” he questioned. “Mr. Andrews what are you doing? Come on, we have to go.”
Draco began to tug on the man’s arm but he wouldn’t move. Draco looked around at his face and saw how broken he was.
‘It must be hard to be an architect and watch as the thing you built, gets destroyed right in front of you. He couldn’t imagine the pain Mr. Andrew’s was feeling. It must have felt like losing a child.’
“I thought I had built a good ship.” Andrews began softly, still looking at the clock. He slowly turned his head and looked at Draco. “I am sorry I didn’t build you and your wife a stronger ship, Draco.”
“What? Mr. Andrews, this isn’t your fault. No one could have predicted this to happen. Won’t you at least try for it?” Draco spoke calmly.
“I built her Draco;” He looked back to the clock. “She is…was, my creation. I thought of her, I sketched her, and I crafted her…she was my dream. Every drop of my blood, sweat, and tears went into making her…I thought I had made the perfect ship…I was so proud of her.” He let out a light chuckle as he looked down at the glass of brandy in his hand. “Titanic; The Ship of Dreams, they called her…I guess they were wrong.”
“Mr. Andrews, we need to go. Come on.” Draco claimed as he began to tug on the man’s arm again to have him follow.
“No son…She is mine…and I am prepared to do what is right.” Andrews looked up at Draco with the saddest eyes he had ever seen on a man; at least not since he caught his father crying in his study all those years ago. “Don’t let her die here Draco. Get Hermione to a boat…Give her a chance to live.”
Draco didn’t know what to say so he nodded his head in understanding, knowing he wasn’t going to follow him and slowly back away from the broken man, who had now turned back to the clock. He refused to take his eyes off the architect as he started to make his way down the stairs. After the first few steps, he turned around and ran the rest of the way down. He kept running and didn’t stop until he made it to the upper deck.
Looking around he saw a boat and Aquila helping Robert into it. He spotted Hermione and rushed towards her just in time to hear her speak to Aquila.
“I’m sorry…I can’t leave him.”
His heart ached at her words but he felt proud that someone cared about him enough to want to risk their life for him. Although, he couldn’t have her stay behind with him, he wouldn’t let her experience the disaster first hand.
“Get in the boat Granger.” He demanded firmly standing behind her.
She turned around slowly and her eyes widen when she saw him. She jumped on him and squeezed him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up; spinning her around.
“You’re alive! Oh thank Godric, Draco, you’re alive!” she cried out in excitement. She began kissing him all over his face as he set her back down.
He grabbed her head in his hands and landed a passionate kiss on her lips. Pulling back after a few moments of joy, he looked at her than looked at the life boat. He noticed there was only room for one left. He looked back at her with saddened eyes.
“Get in the boat Hermione.” He spoke calmly.
He saw Aquila from the corner of his eye, look at them with a fallen face. He knew, that she knew, this was goodbye.
“No! No, I won’t leave you!” Hermione shouted.
A loud scream could be heard from the front of the ship and everyone’s eyes snapped in that direction. One of the lifeboats ropes was stuck on the davits and the water started rushing it. Men were trying to cut the rope as quickly as possible but the thing flipped over as a wave of water pushed against it. Suddenly at the other end not far from where they stood, Mr. Murdoch and a few other crewmen were trying to push back a group of people swarming an already full lifeboat. A gun shot went off and everyone ducked momentarily for cover.
Draco watched as Mr. Murdoch stood frozen in place, looking down at the body of a man bleeding out on the deck. He looked up at the crowd in shock before looking back at his fellow men. He walked to the edge of the ship and turned around so his back was to the water. He lifted the pistol in his hand and rested the barrel on his temple. One of the crewmen reached out and yelled ‘No Will’ but was too late. Mr. William Murdoch pulled the trigger. Women screamed in fear as the shot rang out and his body fell into the ocean below.
The chaos was too much for Draco to bear. He turned back to Hermione and grabbed her face in his hands.
“Get in the boat Hermione or I will place you there myself…I’ll be okay, okay? I am a Malfoy, remember? I’ll survive this, but I won’t if you aren’t safe…Please Hermione, get in the boat.” He reassured her with sadness in his voice.
“Please don’t do this Draco!” she pleaded “We can do this, together. I-”
“Granger, if you don’t get in that boat now, I am going to pick you up and put you there.” he stated firmly.
“No! I won’t.” She replied as she backed away from him slightly and sliced a hand through the air.
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She shouted at him and kicked her feet but he was strong and held her tightly. He set her down in the life boat and she quickly tried to get back off. Robert and Aquila grabbed her to keep her there as an officer yelled out.
“LOWER AWAY!”
The life boat began descending with a jerk and Draco watched as the love of his life slowly got further and further away from him; fighting and screaming to return to him. He felt his eyes begin to water but he wouldn’t let it show. He couldn’t let her see. He had to stay strong for her. He leaned over the ships wall to watch her as she was lowered away. The noise in the background was faint now as his focus was all on the Gryffindor Princess. His girl, his love…his life.
Once the life boat touched the water and started to paddle away, the noise started to return as the last distress rocket was fired. The band that was on the upper deck started playing a sad song Draco didn’t recognize, but it was fitting for how he felt. His eyes never left her as he watched the boat float away.
It was the hardest thing he had ever had do in his entire life. Watching her leave was harder than trying to kill Dumbledore, it was more painful than the Sectumsempra curse he endured in sixth year, and it was more heartbreaking than when she said she hated him a few days ago. He felt his lungs constrict in his chest. He couldn’t breathe without her, but he no longer had a choice.
‘He had to try to make it…for her.’
02:05am Aquila’s POV
Hermione screamed out for Draco as the last life boat on the ship was lowered. She cried and she fought but Robert and a few other men held her back. Aquila sat crying in her seat as she watched Hermione break into a million pieces in front of her. Her heart had stopped beating as she watched the emotion breakdown.
‘She couldn’t imagine the heart break the poor girl was enduring, but it was for her own good. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though, to watch as the love of your life is left to fend for himself.’
Their eyes never left each other at the boat touched the water and the men began to paddle away. Aquila saw the broken girl’s tears as they fell out of her copper eyes and down her cream skin. Robert had let his hold on her go slightly once she stopped fighting him. Her back was to his chest but he didn’t dare let her go. He hugged the muggle-born in his arms; rocking back and forth to try and calm the distressed child. Aquila reached out her arms for Robert to pass her off but he shook his head no and continued to rock her slowly.
From the distance they were at now they could see the ship’s bow completely submerged in the ocean. The ship gradually got steeper as she sunk and Aquila couldn’t block out the sounds of the screaming people. She saw many, jump from the ship to try and escape it. The sight was truly remarkable but utterly heartbreaking. She took in a deep breath and grabbed Hermione’s hand as she watched the event unfold before her. She knew this was a scene that would haunt her for the rest of her life, but she couldn’t look away. She had to remember ever detail of the night. She had to make sure the world knew what happened when it was all over.
02:17am
Draco turned around and watched for a minute as people of all classes ran by him to the back of the ship. He let go of the wall and started making his way to the stern as well. He took a glance to left and saw the Captain huddled around a group of crewmen. He stopped for a moment to hear what he was saying.
“It has been a pleasure serving with you gentlemen. However, I must say now; every man for himself... Good luck and God bless.” Captain Smith announced before bowing his head and made his way to the Bridge Deck. He locked himself in the room as the water rose halfway against the glass windows.
‘He’s…he’s going down with the ship…just like Mr. Andrews. The amount of bravery those two men had, was remarkable. He didn’t think he would ever be man enough to voluntarily go down with the ship…Then again, he had done just that when he let Hermione leave without him.’
Draco turned quickly on his heels and started running to the back of the ship. Titanic was getting steeper now and it was getting harder to hold himself up. He grabbed on the railing to help him up, as people started sliding down past him. He saw a man slip and fall so he reached out his hand and grabbed him as she slid by, almost ripping his hold on the railing.
The man looked up and grabbed on to Draco with both hands. He realized then that it was Cygnus Malfoy. His great ancestor held on to Draco for dear life as the ship rose out of the water. Titanic let out a large groan as the lights flickered.
“The ship was dying…and everyone around could hear her call out.’
Draco gripped the railing tighter and he tried to pull Cygnus up to his level but the steepness of the ship, was making it harder. Suddenly, Titanic let out another load grown as the wood of the deck started to split. The weight of the stern in the air was too much pressure for her to hold up and she was breaking. The wood split right where Cygnus lay and the lights went out. Both faces of the men turned to terror in the realization of what was about to happen.
Cygnus’s lower body fell into the crack that was letting out electrical sparks. Draco tried his best to hold on to him, but he was slipping and the unexpected tug, jerked his arm hard; causing pain to shoot into his shoulder. He re positioned his grip on the railing and tried to pull the man back up, fighting through the pain, but he was still slipping. The fear in his ancestor’s eyes was one he never wished to see. Cygnus knew he was about to die. And there wasn’t anything either one of them could do about it.
Cygnus Malfoy finally slipped past the point of no returned as his gripped fell through Draco’s fingers. Draco called out as he fell through the crack, but he didn’t have time to think about it what just happened. The ship let out an explosive noise as Titanic’s stern snapped in half; breaking away from the bow, and started falling back to the ocean below. He reached up and grabbed a hold of the railing with both hands and fell down with the ship.
02:20am
Hermione watched in horror from Robert’s arms, as Titanic rose from the water. The great ship was at about a twenty-three degree angle and just kept getting steeper. Wires holding one of the smokestacks in place began to snap off, whipping people in the water; killing them instantly. Before she knew it, the smokestack began to fall. She saw little specks of people try to swim out of the way but they were too late. It landed hard on top of them and she couldn’t help but let out a gasp of sorrow as she covered her mouth with her hand.
She heard the ship let out a long groan and people began to scream in terror as the lights flickered, but Hermione was far from listening to them. Her only thought rested on where Draco was and if he was going to make it.
She didn’t have time to think about it any longer as the ship let out a very loud cry; her final cry. Titanic was dying and no one, was able to help her.
Hermione let out a scream and broke away from Robert so she could lean closer to the edge of the life boat. The hull of ship failed and began to crack as stress from the weight of the stern, reached its peak. The lights went out and the back half crashed into the water with such force it rolled to port, dropping another smokestack, and creating a large wave that form on either side of the huge ship. She bobbed up and down a few times before beginning to fill with water and rise back up.
02:23am
Draco held on with all his strength as Titanic began to rise up out of the water. People were screaming and sliding past him so fast, he couldn’t grab anyone. He realized what was about to happen when he saw people start climbing over the railing above him, to get to the other side. He quickly pulled himself up and started making his way over the railing. The stern of the ship rose in the air faster, giving Draco the perfect angle to start climbing up to the top, like a ladder. He climbed as fast as he could, almost reaching the end, but all of a sudden; everything got quite and he stopped moving.
Titanic was now at a ninety degree angle. Standing vertically upright, motionless, she held her position in the water like a large iron column. He could hear everyone around him let out sobs and prayers to whatever God would listen and he watched as some people lost their grips on whatever object they were holding on to, falling straight down into the freezing water below. Some were not so lucky and hit bits of the ship and other people, taking them with them as they fell.
Draco looked away from the sight in disgust and looked up at the stern. He quickly made a decision and started climbing again. His path was blocked however, by a young Third Class woman, clinging on to the railing close to the end, looking terrified as tears streamed down her freckled face. Her features reminded him of Hermione and he suddenly wanted to protect the woman. He climbed up to her and placed his body on hers. He reached up with his right arm and grabbed the railing above her; wrapping his injured left arm around her waist just above the bottom of her lifebelt. He held on to her tightly, for her own comfort and partially for his own. He knew what was about to happen. He might have grown up in a pureblood world but he knew how things like this worked and this part, was not going to end well.
“The ship is going to sink in a few second.” He began, looking down at the scared woman. “It’s going to take us under with it. When I say, I want you to take a large breath and hold it. Once we are under, I need you to kick and swim with everything you have, okay? Don’t stop until you reach the top, do you understand?”
She nodded her head and looked down below. The ship quickly filled with water and began to lower straight down into the sea. Draco held on to the woman tight and prayed to Salazar in his head, that his death would be quick. They were now about ten feet above the surface of the water so he yelled out to the woman ‘now’. They both took giant breaths as Titanic sank from under them, dragging them down into the watery grave below, with her.
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