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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.

Chapter List
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@saxman66- Thank you for the correction! But the end of the story is not yet here. still plenty of more to tell :)
75% of this chapter is smut…ENJOY!

Chapter 25- New York, NY
Thursday, April 18^th, 1912 09:30pm
Draco stood on the deck of the Carpathia as it pulled into New York. The three day journey was difficult as the ship encountered fog, ice, rough seas, and thunderstorms, but they finally made it. It was now rainy and it was cold, but it was nothing compared to the icy waters of the Atlantic, as Titanic sank from under him. He leaned over and rested his arms on the rail. He looked out to the calm sea and watched as the Statue of Liberty came into view.
‘He had never been to America before, although he had always wanted to. Never in his life, did he think that he would feel this happy to be in another country. It wasn’t even because it was the United States that made him elated. It was the fact that he was finally going to be on land. He never wanted to be on another ship again; not after what he experienced. However he would make sure that once they were home, a law was passed that made sure proper procedures were in place and there was always more than enough life boats…for everyone on board. He never wanted to see or hear of another repeat of Titanic, ever again.’
Hermione had walked up to him and lightly touched his arm, interrupting his thoughts. He turned to her and smiled. She was holding a black umbrella over her gorgeous brown curly hair. Her dress was light blue with white shash that wrapped around her torso and Draco never thought that she looked more beautiful than she did now.
‘If there was one thing Titanic taught him, it was to never take life or anyone for granite. He had always looked down on those he thought was beneath him, including Hermione. He even criticized his father for the charity events he held, but now…now he understood. He would treat everyone, including muggle-borns, with the highest honor. The deserved just as much right to be in the wizarding community as anyone. He now saw the world at a completely different angle…he felt, almost free.’
Remember the quote Hermione said to him in the bathroom on the second day stuck in the past, he let out a small chuckle.
‘Hermione’s words never rang more true.’
“What? What’s so funny?” She asked confused as she looked up at him.
“Let go of the past, but keep the lessons it taught you.” He replied with a smile.
“You…you remember?” she asked somewhat shocked.
“I will never forget.”
He took the umbrella from her and placed it over the both of them. They stared out to the ocean and watched in silence as the Carpathia passed by the giant Statue of Liberty. The Statue, that stood for freedom.
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Carpathia pulled into White Star Line pier to drop off Titanic’s lifeboats before sailing onward, with the help of small boats, to Cunard pier where passengers aboard began to disembark. About forty thousand people were standing on the dock when Carpathia arrived. Draco could see the people’s heartbroken faces as some realized their loved ones were not getting off to greet them.
Most of the survivors were taken to hospitals to be treated for their injuries that could not be taken care of on board, while others like himself and Hermione were sent to hotels or their home towns to stay with family. Draco looked around the crowded dock and noticed a large group of third class passengers looking around with sulking faces.
“They have nowhere to go.” Hermione expressed sadly. “They are in a new country, without a penny to their name. They are homeless and broke.”
Draco squeezed her arm tightly, knowing there was nothing he could do to help the lower class citizens. If it wouldn’t change the timeline, he would have given them all the money he had on him, but he couldn’t.
After a few hours of crewmen, police, and city officials getting things situated, Draco led Hermione down the street to the hotel they were placed in. It wasn’t the best but it was at least better than the one they stayed at in Southampton. She walked over to the bed and sat down letting out a sigh; kicking off her heels as he closed the bedroom door. The room was all white with red accents and red sheets on the bed. There was a small fireplace to the left of the queen size bed, along with a small table with two chairs for tea. He walked over to the fireplace and lit it with his wand. He stared at the dancing flames as the memory of Titanic flashed before his eyes.
“So we are going to go to the Ministry in the morning and get an international port key. By this time tomorrow we should, hopefully, be back in our own time.” She began as she leaned back on her elbows.
“Yeah…sounds good.” He replied still thinking about the doomed ship.
They were both silent for a while, not really knowing what else to say to each other. They didn’t have the sinking ship to prepare for anymore, nor did they have to make plans to steal the stones and they already knew everything about the stones. So they both stayed were they were, not talking; just reliving the horrid nightmare that changed their live, forever.
“How did you do it?” Hermione asked finally breaking the silence.
He turned slightly to face her not understand what she was asking but his eyes never left the growing fire.
“Do what?” He asked confused.
“Produce a wandless Patronus?” She questioned. “I had your wand in the jacket you put on me. Did you even know your Patronus was an eagle?”
He let out a sigh.
“To be honest, no. I didn’t even know I could produce a Patronus. Death eaters aren’t supposed to be able to create them. They have no happy memories.” He responded calmly.
“Snape could…his was a doe.” She stated nonchalantly “He sent it to Harry before the battle to help him find the Sword of Gryffindor. You have happy memories Draco. You just have to dig around to find the right one…May I ask, what you thought of?”
Draco took a minute to think over her question before replying.
“You.” He admitted after a deep exhale. “I thought of you…Just your face though, your smile, your laugh.” He took a deep breath in. “So, I raised my hand and out burst an eagle. I didn’t think it would work. I didn’t say a word…I don’t even know the incantation to produce one. I just knew I was dying and that a boat was coming…I just wanted to see you again.” He finished still staring at the fire.
He heard her stand up from the bed and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to face her.
“You produced an emotional spell Draco, just like the time you broke the gate. It’s practically impossible to create a Patronus without an incantation and more importantly, without a wand, but you did. Do you know what that means?”
He shook his head no, afraid his voice would crack.
“You, are so much stronger than you think you are. You feel deeper than anyone else. Every emotion you have means so much more to you. It’s why you couldn’t kill Dumbledore, it’s why you apologize to me almost every day, and it’s why you fell in love first and tried to protect me from you. Hate, anger, sorrow, happiness…love, you feel it more. That is why you can do emotional magic, it’s why you are alive, right now, and its why only a vision of me and not a memory produced a Patronus.” she explained as she looked at him with a smile.
“That makes me dangerous.” He claimed knowing he has a fiery temper.
“That makes you, you and it makes you unique. You’ll learn to control it, just like you have with normal magic. And I will be there to help you, every step of the way.”
He looked at the Gryffindor in awe.
‘She is perfect and he knew he didn’t deserve her. He had one last night to be with her before they returned home and remained friends, so tonight; he was going to make the best of it. He was going to treat her like the Princess…no, the Queen, she really was.’
He leaned down and kissed her softly on her pink supple lips. He raised a hand to her cheek and caressed her face as he continued to kiss her. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He wanted her, all of her, and not just tonight. He wanted her for life.
Draco deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her open mouth. He tasted every last inch of her. He wanted to remember her; every little detail. So he pulled back, but not releasing his hands on her face and stared into her eyes.
‘He wanted to remember the way she still smelled like vanilla and rose, even after the he reconnected with her on the lifeboat. The way she tasted like honey that dripped through his body and melted his heart. The way her skin felt as it touched his and buried itself into the very depth of his soul. The way she laughed carelessly, which reminded him of muggle angels, singing in his ears. But most importantly, he wanted to remember the way she looked with her caramel eyes and her flowing brown wavy hair; the little faint freckles that danced upon her little nose. Her lips, which were soft, like a flower petal. The way she moved, spoke, laughed, frowned, cried, and the way, she was looking at him, right now; like he was the only one in the world for her…like she loves him.’
“I love you.” he spoke softly as he searched her eyes.
She smiled up at him and he was elated to know he did that. He was the one who made her smile.
“I love you too.” She whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her again. This time, with more love then he ever thought was humanly possible. He picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down. He broke the kiss for a moment to look at her again and backed up some to remove his white formal shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He stood before her in just his trousers and he watched as she looked at him while she bit her lower lip. He let off a smirk and removed his shoes and socks, throwing them to the side before walking back up to her. She scooched herself up the bed more, so he had room to place his body on her. He lifted his right knee to rest on the bed as he leaned into her and kissed her again; slowly lowering her top half to lie down. Pulling back, he brushed his fingers against her hair as he caresses her skin and planted a soft delicate kiss on her forehead.
Moving his hand down her cheek with the back of his fingers he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world before leaning back in to kiss her supple lips. They both breathed in deeply as the kiss got stronger. She rested her hands on his upper back and it felt like heaven to him. Slipping his tongue in her mouth, they explored each other as his left hand moved to her breast. She sucked in a breath a broke the kiss tilting her head so he could claim her neck. He happily obliged and ran a trail a licks and kisses down her sensitive throat. He sucked a little by her collar bone leaving a bruise on her creamy porcelain skin; marking her, as his.
She gripped his hair in her hand as she let off soft moans. He couldn’t take it anymore. He leaned off her slightly and reached down to pull the bottom half of her dress up. He reached under the flowing fabric and gripped on to her panties; ripping them from her body he tossed them to the floor. She let out a small cry at the shock but he just chuckled and looked back down to her.
He put his left hand back under her dress and touched her warm center. She tilted her head back and let off another soft moan as she closed her eyes. Never taking his eyes off her face, he parted the lips of her wet pussy and placed a finger inside her. Hermione gripped the back of his head tighter before looking at him and pulled him into a kiss.
He placed a second finger inside her and began to wiggle them back and forth. She bucked her hips a bit, so Draco started to thrust his fingers in and out of her at a slow and sensual pace. She breathed harder into his mouth as she faintly pulled away from his lips.
“Make love to me Draco.” She whispered looking up at him.
He let off a smile and kissed her again while removing his fingers from her center. Without breaking contact he unzipped his pants, pulled his trousers down, and kicked them the rest of the way off. He lifted her dress more and climbed on top of her. Still not breaking the hold on her lips, he wrapped her legs around his hips and centered himself at her opening.
Thursday, April 18^th, 1912 03:34am
Hermione let out a small cry into Draco’s mouth, in pleasure, as he eased himself into her. She dug into his back with her nails and he release a low growl before pulling halfway out and softly thrusted into her again. He pumped his dick into her at that exact pace a few more times, before she began to scratch at his back more. He let off another growl, releasing his kiss on her, but this time it was louder than the first. She knew he liked it a little rougher than she was used to, but she felt safe and was willing to try anything, as long as it as with him.
With that thought, Hermione dug her nails into his ribs and scratched her fingers downward, leaving red marks across the sides of his pale skin. He stopped moving his hips and growled again but quickly moved his right arm around the middle of her back and lifted her upper half off the bed, so she was now resting on his thighs. He reached his left hand up and placed it around her throat as she rocked her hips against him. T tilting her head up so he could get a better grip on her; he looked slightly up at her in lust. She knew what he wanted and she was determined to give it to him.
His hold wasn’t hard but the thought of how strong he was turned her on and she wanted him to grip tighter. So she removed her right hand from his shoulder and placed it on his hand, pushing it more into her throat. He stopped moving his hips and looked on her in confusion.
“You…you want me to choke you; like, really choke you? Are you sure Hermione? I don’t want to hurt you.” he asked worryingly.
She nodded her head.
“Hurt me Draco.” She whispered seductively in his ear before pulling back to place his lips into hers.
He kissed her for a second before breaking away.
“We’ll need a safe word.. I don’t want you to hate me for this, okay? I want you to know I’ll stop if you are uncomfortable. ”
She took a moment to think of something before looking back into his grey eyes.
“How about…Ferret?” She joked.
“Whatever you want love.” He replied with a chuckle before his expression turned dark and his grip tightened around her neck.
She opened her mouth and gasped as he thrusted hard into her. The strength of his grasp turned her on more and she couldn’t get enough. He pumped into her roughly a few more times before removing his hand from her throat and gripped her hair at the scalp, tightly, forcing her head back. He laid her back down and threw the pillow behind her head, off the bed with his free hand. He then reached up and choked her again. He pounded into her hard and she dug her nails into his skin. She felt a small amount of warm blood seep out of the wounds she created and she thought, for a moment, that she went too far, but he seemed pleased with the pain as he let out a deep growl; so she continued to claw at his back and sides as he thrusted his hips deeply into her.
The hard shallow thrusts pushed on her clit and his dick hit just the right spot over and over again, making her insides tingle in ecstasy. She couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling was unreal and she couldn’t hold back. She let out a scream as he continued pounding into her, yelling out his name as her walls clenched around him and her orgasm releasing everywhere. She saw stars and almost blacked out but quickly came to as she rode out the rest of her climax, digging her nails deeper into his skin.
The new wetness below their hips seemed to drive Draco over the edge because his grip on her hair and neck got extremely tighter. He called out her name in a deep moan and poured himself into her, releasing everything he had contained inside.
He loosened his grip on her and they both breathed heavily; staring at each other in amazement. His expression quickly changed to worry that she was scared of him now but she let out a chuckle. He looked at her in confusion for a second before a smile rested on his perfect lips. She let out a laugh and he followed along letting out small chuckles of his own before laughing with her.
“Why are we laughing?” he asked through a wide smile.
She took a breath in and raised and arm above her head. Smiling up at him she rested her other hand on his shoulder.
“Because.” She sighed happily turning her head away from him. “That was the best sex, I have ever had, in my entire life!” she admitted turning her head back to look up at him.
He looked at her with a raised brow but seemed to accept her answer.
“Well, who knew were into the kinky rough sex? I would have done that, days ago if I knew you would go for it.” He chuckled as he pulled himself out of her and rolled onto the side of her.
“I just found out today!” she giggled.
“Well, I am super happy, I made you squirt again.” He stated proudly.
She turned her head to face him and let out a small laugh. He was staring that the ceiling with a smirk but didn’t look at her, so she took the opportunity to study him.
‘She loved him; all of him. Every quirk, every emotion, everything he did and said; she loved him. She didn’t want this night to end but she knew, in a few hours, they would be back in their own time and this would never happen again. She didn’t want to be the side piece in his loveless marriage but right now, she was strongly thinking about saying screw it and staying with him. It would be so hard to go back to being just friends…well; they were never really friends in the first place. They kind of skipped over that part and went from being enemies to lovers. Still it would be hard to say goodbye to him and only stay his friend. But she wanted him in her life, no matter how small. She will always remember the time they spent together and that would just have to be enough. She couldn’t change the present. She couldn’t stop the marriage, but she would be damned if she let anyone stop her from being close with him.’
“What are you think about my little lioness?” he asked, still staring at the ceiling.
‘She was growing fond of the nicknames he called her now. It was so much better than what he used to call her, so she was willing to suck it up because she knew he wasn’t going to stop; no matter how much she asked.’
“Just how much I love you.” She replied with a smile.
He turned his head and grinned as he pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head. She rested her head in the cup of his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest. Letting out a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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