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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14310 -:- 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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@ Silent_Pluto- Thank you so much for your kind review! I posted the last chapter before I saw that you left a review. I am so happy that you are enjoying my story. I legit get a smile every time I read a review. I always get excited when I get the email saying I have a new one. I do hope you enjoyed last chapter and this one as well. Please let me know what you think J
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“Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait: wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.”
-Old Rose (Titanic-1997)
Chapter 24- Come Back To Me
Monday April 15^th, 1912 02:29am
Draco kicked as hard as he could as he tried to swim against the suction of the ship. His body twisted and turned and he no longer knew which way was up. He kept kicking though as he held the hand of the women he swore to protect. But his grip was too weak and the suction too strong. The women’s hand broke from his grasp as she was pulled into the depth of the ocean with the ship. He didn’t have time to mourn her however, his lung felt like they were going to explode; he couldn’t breath and the ship was still pulling at him. He swam with everything he had left. Finally, reaching the surface, he took in a large breathe. People around him where frantic, calling out for the boats to come back and he didn’t blame them in the slightest. The water was painfully cold there was nothing, no one, willing to save them.
He had to get away from the crowd so he began to swim in the direction of the life boats; hoping that at least one would come back.
‘If he was far enough away from the crowd then it was less likely that a boat would be swarmed and he could be saved.’
However the likelihood was slim and the crowd began to drift making it harder for him to get away. He was tired and his left arm was killing him. He didn’t have his life vest on so the strength he needed to stay afloat was becoming more and more difficult.
Someone had grabbed onto him and pushed him under water. Fighting and kicking he managed to surface but was instantly pushed back under again. He thought he was done for. He couldn’t swim away and he couldn’t fight the person drowning him. He kept kicking to resurface but the person had a tight grip on him. He was starting to give up. His lungs were about to burst and he started blacking out but once they realized though, that the body they were trying to use as a floatation device was not going to save them, they let go and swam off. Draco quickly snapped out of his blackened daze and swam as hard as he could to the surface, taking in as much air as he could muster.
He found a French door floating a few feet away from him so he swam to it and rested his arms on it for a moment, to catch his breath. He was tired, drained, and in pain. The water was so cold; it felt like a thousand knives stabbing him all over. He knew that he needed to get out.
He though back to the night of his and Hermione’s date, when they dipped their feet into the freezing water. That temperature was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. He suddenly remembered Hermione joke about not keeping her feet in the water for long because she didn’t want to get hypothermia. Knowing it was serious, he quickly tried to put himself on top of the door.
It almost flipped on top of him the first time he tried, but the second time, he was successful. He laid himself back on the door and let out a deep breath. He was about to grab his wand and cast a warming spell but suddenly realized, his wand was in his jacket.
‘He put his jacket on Hermione before being swept away in the corridor. How could he be so stupid as to not take his wand out first?’
He was shivering now as the people around him screamed out and grabbed onto whatever floating debris they could. But there was nothing he could do. So he just laid there soaking wet and blistering cold.
02:23am
Hermione looked on in absolute shock as Titanic began her final descent to her grave. The exact scene that played out in front of her, was so much like the nightmare she had had before they boarding the doomed ship, except that it was Draco experiencing it, not her. He was still on there and she knew of the power of the suction a ship that size could create. He would drown alone and she couldn’t help him.
‘Even if he did however, survive the force of the pull, he could still freeze to death.’
Hundreds of people cried out in pain and fear as they splashed around the water. The scene of everyone dying was unreal and the sound, unbearable. It was only a matter of time before everyone froze to death.
“We have to go back!” she shouted to the crewmen in charge of rowing the boat.
“Are you mad! They will swamp us!” one of the men claimed.
“She is right!” Molly chimed in standing up “We can’t just leave them out there to die.”
“Do you want to die too?” the same man shouted “Because that is exactly what will happen if we go back now! They will swamp the boat and we will be in the same position as them! So shut your bloody trap and sit back down!” he demanded.
Molly sat back slowly with a scared look and reached out to hold Hermione’s hand in comfort. But Hermione wasn’t satisfied. She knew Draco was out there and she needed to find him.
“No! We have to go back!” she cried out in panic and anger. She turned towards Aquila and looked at her with pleading eyes. “We have to go back…we have to save him...I…I can’t live without him.”
A tear escaped her eye as she pleaded her case the woman she had grown to care deeply for. Aquila took her hand and pulled her into a hug. Hermione wept onto the blanket that was wrapped around Aquila. She wept for the people who died, the people dying now, for herself, and most importantly she wept for Draco Malfoy.
02:46am
It was getting quit now. The people surrounding Draco where starting to expire from the numbing icy water. They were freezing to death and he knew it was only a matter of time before he too, succumbed to the piercing cold. His wet hair was starting the gain icicles and his head started to stick slightly to the door, but he tried to push through. He stared up into the night sky, studying stars above him to distract him from the cold; waiting until his final moment came.
‘He never told her he loved her again…instead he threw her into a boat…His last memory of her…will be watching her fight…for him…and he didn’t even tell her…he loved her…one…last…time.’
His eyelids began to get heavy and he could feel the life being sucked right out of him. A brief light shone on his face and he realized a boat had come back. He tried to sit up but he couldn’t. He tried to call out but his voice was dry and cracked; no one could hear him. He thought back to when he broke the gate down on the ship and remembered that Aquila had told him it was due to powerful emotional magic. He figured dying was as emotional as one could get, so he slowly and painfully raised his left hand into the air. He concentrated as hard as he could on one thing and one thing alone. Hermione.
A bright white light burst out the palm of his hand shooting a large eagle into the air. The boat must have seen it because he heard a man call out and a light flashed in his direction.
“COME A BOAT!”
That was the last thing Draco heard before shutting his eyes as his mind went numb. His breath got shallower as he fell into a deep slumber and stopped breathing all together.
02:43am
Everything was quite. There was no more screaming, no more splashing, people where dying and she couldn’t save them. The silence cut through the frigid air like glass. She could see her breath in front of her, penetrating the windless air around her.
Two lifeboats had rowed over to them with very few people inside and Hermione couldn’t help but question why there were so few in a boat that could hold the weight of seventy men.
‘So many people died because they never filled all the lifeboats? That one there only had about fifteen people, and that one, had six. Six! They could have saved more people…why didn’t they save more?’
“Right, men! We are going to transfer people from this boat to that one. Make it quick. I want to go back and save as many as we can.” A man called out as leaned over to grab onto the lifeboat, pulling them together.
Hermione’s head snapped up and she quickly stood on her feet.
“I am going with you!” she announced in determination.
“No ma’am you stay here. That area is no place-”
“For what? A woman?” she interrupted in anger, scruffing the man up by his lapel “I think we are past that now! I am coming with you whether you like it or not, is that understood? I have been told I throw a mean punch and I am sure you would not like to bear witness the receiving end of one. You WILL let me in this boat, and you will do it NOW!”
The man looked at her in fear and he put his hands up in the air in defeat. She released his uniform and stepped into the lifeboat. After everyone was transferred over to the other boats, she was left with two crewman, two Second Class men, and Aquila who had also forced her way onto the boat.
The men rowed the boat extremely slowly into the graveyard of floating bodies, being careful not to hit any with their ores. They passed a frozen woman holding a baby in her arms and Hermione let out a small cry as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“We were too late.” One of the men stated in a sad tone.
Hermione’s heart broke as she looked in the mass of dead bodies. She leaned over the side of the life boat to get a better view of the faces of the people who perished and almost lost all hope of finding Draco; let alone finding him alive. Everyone looked the same in the dark ocean; their bodies frozen, glacial, pale…gone. Suddenly a bright white eagle shot up in the sky and everyone looked in that direction. One of the men called out and started rowing over. Hermione began to panic when a lifeless blonde came into view on a floating door.
“There! Right there!” She pointed in the direction a few feet in front of them.
“He’s gone Miss. We can’t save him.”
“Either you grab him and pull him in or I will jump in after him!” she stood up quickly and began to take off the jacket she was wearing. She instantly realized it was Draco’s. She patted it down and felt his wand in her inside left breast pocket. She panicked again and fully removed the garment from her arms, ready to jump in.
“Hold it!” one of the crew men yelled.
He put an arm out to stop her before removing it slowly, turned around and reached out for Draco. Aquila pulled Hermione down to sit next to her as the four men grabbed the Slytherin and carefully pulled him into the lifeboat. They laid him down on the one of the benches and Hermione got up, rushing to kneel beside him.
He was so cold and he wasn’t breathing. She quickly opened her handbag and pulled out her wand. She produced a silent warming charm and a silent drying spell secretly on his clothes, not really caring if the men around her saw; but he still didn’t move. She shook him and cried out for him and still, nothing. Thinking quickly, she tilted his head back, pinched his nose, and put her lips on his. Letting out a deep breath; pushing oxygen into his lungs to help him breathe. She did it a few more times but he still wouldn’t open his beautiful grey eyes, he wouldn’t breath, and his heart, wouldn’t beat. She let out a painful cry in agony and lowered her head to his chest.
“Please.” She sobbed. “Please don’t leave me…come back to me Draco…please…you…you can’t just leave me like this.”
She felt Aquila touch her shoulder in a sad comfort but it didn’t do anything for her. She let out another sob as she lifted her head and caressed his cheek softly with the back of her knuckles, her other hand placed on top of his head and she rubbed his icy blonde hair. The men watched in mourning, as she tried to wake her sleeping prince. They let out soft cries of their own because they knew; there was nothing they could do to help the grieving woman in front of them.
“Please Draco…please don’t leave me.” She begged through her tears. “I love you…please wake up…Draco, I need you.”
She bowed her head in defeat and sat back but never removed her hands from his body. She let out a loud cry as she began to weep uncontrollably onto his dangling arm.
“It…only took…a bloody ship sinking…for you to finally…admit you love me.” Draco uttered as he shivered from the cold.
Hermione’s head snapped up so quickly it would have given anyone else whiplash.
“Draco!” She yelled out as she rushed into him.
“Ugh woman…I was just brought back…from the…dead…Not so hard.” He joked through his broken breath.
She didn’t care. She kissed him all over his face in happiness before he reached an arm around and pulled her into a deep kiss. The people in the boat rejoiced in sobs as the two love bird reconnected. The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever to her and she couldn’t have been happier.
“I thought I lost you!” she announced as she pulled back to look at him.
“You are going…to have to try…a lot harder than…talking in your…sleep…to get rid…of me.” He smirked up at her.
She let out a chuckle before kissing him again. He pushed her back some after a few seconds and looked at her with all seriousness.
“Say…it again…I need to hear…you say it again.”
She let out another soft chuckle and grabbed his face in her hands.
“Draco Malfoy, I love you.” she smiled widely at him.
A big grin crossed his face and he pulled her down into another kiss.
04:05am
Draco looked at the sleeping woman that lay next to him on the floor of the lifeboat and smiled. They had both survived the tortuous night and she had rescued him from the brink of death. He owed her everything and he vowed he would give her everything she deserved.
The life boat had managed to save seven more people from the bitter cold water. Seven, out of fifteen hundred.
He pulled the blanket up more with his injured left arm to cover her and looked up to the sky. He saw Aquila smile fondly at him from the corner of his eye and turned his head to look at her.
“Thank you…for taking care of her.” he stated softly.
“You are both my family Draco. I would do anything for you.” she replied kindly.
“Aquila?”
“Yes dear?”
“I…I am sorry about Cygnus…I tried to save him, I really did but-”
“Shh, little one.” She began with a smile and grabbed his left hand. Although, Draco could see the tears begin to form in her crystal clear blue eyes. “I know you did everything you could. I don’t blame you dear and I never will. You do not let his death haunt you, do you hear me? Do not let it. It would have happened regardless if you were there or not.”
Draco nodded his head in agreement and looked back up at the sky still not letting go of the woman’s hand; but even through her forgiveness, he could not get the image out of his head.
‘What if he could have saved him? Would the present be worth changing if he had lived? He would never know now, but he would find out when they got back, if he came from Cygnus’s line or not. He really hoped with everything he had, that he came from his brothers.’
One of the crew men in the boat quickly stood up and pointed.
“A ship! The Carpathia! It arrived, we are saved!” he shouted in glee.
Draco didn’t have the strength to lift his head to look so instead he hugged Hermione tighter in his arm and smiled.
‘They had lived.’
05:15am
Hermione paced the length of the room in front of Draco as he sat on a steel table. A nurse on the Carpathia was looking him over and checking his vitals.
“Well it looks like it is just a minor sprain in your shoulder. I’ll place your arm in a sling and you should be good as new in a few days, as long as you don’t do anything stressful with that arm. The cut on your forehead is superficial and will only need a small bandage. I will grab some supplies to clean it up but all in all; you should be fine. You are very lucky sir that you were pulled from the water in time. Any longer and your organs would have begun to shut down, pass the point of revival.” The nurse let of a wide smile before walking out of the small room to grab some supplies.
“You can stop pacing now Hermione. I’m okay. I told you I would be okay little cub.” Draco claimed as he watched her pace back and forth.
“You almost died Draco! I…I almost lost you! To watch the ship sink like that I coul-It was torture! You threw me on the lifeboat without a care as to how I felt!...I almost lost you.” She began to sob.
“Come here little one.”
He reached out his good arm and she walked into him to let him hold her. He kissed the top of her head and let out a deep sigh.
“I am sorry love. I really am, but I couldn’t risk you not making it. I couldn’t let you be on the ship as it sunk.”
She pulled back from him slightly.
“That wasn’t your choice to make!” she cried out in frustration.
“But it was…don’t you see Hermione?” He cupped her face with his good hand. “I love you and it’s because I love you that you had to survive. I made a choice and I don’t regret it a second of it and it is because of that choice, we both survived…We, get to go home.”
‘He was right. If it wasn’t for his actions, both of them would have died. He would have done everything he could to save her and not have worried about himself. If he had died that way, then it would have been her fault because she was too stubborn to leave him.’
“I love you Draco.” She whispered with a bowed head.
“I love you more little cub.”
Just then the nurse entered the room and politely asked her to step away so he could bandage Draco’s cut. He winked at her before turning his concentration to the task the nurse was preforming. Once she was finished the couple walked up to the deck of the ship and looked around.
The Carpathia wasn’t as large or as grand as the Titanic was. But she was still as fierce. The crew and passengers on board had given up their rooms for survivors. They cooked them meals and tended to the injured with love and care. Blankets and warm soup was handed out to everyone as some officers went around collecting names of survivors.
Hermione looked at the mass of people around her. They were all crying and huddling in groups for comfort and warmth.
‘Everyone on this ship had lost someone; one way or the other. It was the aftermath of Battle of Hogwarts, all over again.’
The couple walked around, avoiding the officers asking for names like the plague. They still could not risk anyone knowing they were on the ship. She spotted Dimitra cuddled against Robert near the railing overlooking the vast ocean, with their backs to her. She watched them for a moment with sadness before turning to Draco with broken eyes.
He nodded his head in understanding as he let her go. Hermione slowly walked towards the couple sitting on the ground and contemplated her next move. She looked around at the people to make sure no one was paying attention to her, before pulling her wand out from her handbag.
Tears fought to stream down her face as she tried to hold back her emotions. She hesitated for a brief moment then taking in a deep breath she pointed her wand at the couple.
“I am going to miss you both…so much.” She whispers aloud as a single tear escaped her caramel brown eye.
“Obliviate.” She slowly turned her wrist as she pulled and altered the memories of her and Draco from the couples mind.
She lowered her wand and stood frozen in place for a good while; staring at the couple who no longer knew who she was. She felt Draco place a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly.
“You did what was right, Hermione. I am so proud of you.” he expressed before kissing the top of her head and led her away from Dimitra Black and Robert Hoarse, forever.
A few minutes later the spotted Aquila sitting alone on a wooden crate crying into her hands. Hermione quickly walked up the woman and knelt down.
“Aquila? Aquila it’s okay, I’m here. It’s okay.” She began before grabbing the woman and pulling her into a large hug.
Aquila sobbed hard into Hermione’s shoulder. She didn’t know what else to do or to say so she rubbed her back and let her cry it all out. Aquila cried for a good five minutes before pulling back and looked at Hermione. Her face was swollen and red, her mascara was running down her cheeks but she didn’t seem to care. Draco had knelt down next to her and pulled the edge of the blanket she was wearing, up to her face to softly wipe away the mess. Hermione once again pulled out her wand but felt Aquila’s soft cold hand lightly touch her hers.
“Please…please don’t obliviate me. I know that is what you did to Dimitra…but, I want to keep the memory of you both. You have my word I won’t tell a soul about you. Please? You both are all I have left in this world…I want to remember you.” Aquila pleaded.
Hermione looked at Draco with sadness before placing her wand back into her bag. Aquila let off a small sad smile before standing up to hug the couple.
“This is goodbye my loves.” She began as she hugged them both tightly. She released her hold but looked at them with seriousness. Almost as if she was studying them. “There is something I must do when I get back to England but I want you two to promise me…Promise me that you won’t forget me, okay? No matter what happens…Please remember me?” she begged.
“We promise.” Draco announced in sorrow.
Aquila cupped their cheeks in her hands and left a single kiss on each of their foreheads, before turning on her heels and walked away; leaving the couple behind to ponder just what she meant, by her ominous plea.
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