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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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@saxman66- Thank you for letting be know about you feeling on the sex scene. I understand about the rough parts and I appreciate you telling me. I do want to clarify though that I wanted to add something new for both of them. I might have went a little too far with it haha but I enjoyed writing a different kind of sex scene. Plus Draco almost died so it was their way of getting what they could when they could they also both think it’s the last time they will be together…if that makes any sense… It was however, mentioned during the time Draco caught Hermione doing her thing without him, that he gripped her throat up. I did that to lead to the last sex scene and to show that Draco might like it a little rougher than normal, but not always. Hermione did mention that she also was willing to try anything as long as it was with him. It is not something they will always do but it was something for them to try. I possibly will still keep the rough sex during times but it won’t be anything like last chapters’. Also I just wanted to make the word ferret be a safe word lol. It won’t ever actually be used. As for the story wrapping up, there are a few things that will happen that will make the story last a little longer. I want to at least get to 35ish chapters. There won’t be any filler chapters though and everything will be important to the story line. But who knows I might make a sequel or I might just write a whole new story. I haven’t decided yet :)

Chapter 26- Past meet Present
Friday, April 19^th, 1912 10:47am
Draco stood outside the office of the Minister of Magic in America, pacing back and forth as Hermione talked to the Minister about gaining an international port key. They had agreed to tell the Minister and only him about being stuck in the past so they could get the port key quickly. Minister Archer Evermonde, wanted proof of the time jump, so he asked one of them to show him their memories. Deciding it was best to not show the government official Draco’s memories due to his death eater status, he was ushered outside the office to wait.
It felt like hours to him, even though it was only fifteen minutes or so, before the Ministers’ secretary opened the door and ushered him back in the room. Draco looked around the large office before his eyes rested on Hermione’s hands. She was holding a muggle fountain pen that laid on a small piece of fabric.
“Now Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy.” The Minister began as he looked over his spectacles. “I know that you both know how a port key works. It will not place you directly into The Castle, but it will place you just outside of its gates. From what I know of the stones, once you connect them they will automatically disappear and go back to which they came. The stones of the past will return to the original owners and the stones of your present will go back into the item in which it was placed. I wish you both, all the luck on your journey home. It has been a pleasure to meet you both and I do hope your timeline was not disturbed.”
“Thank you Minister. We really appreciate your kindness.” Hermione stated softly.
With that he nodded his head and walked out of the office. Draco turned to Hermione as she set the pen gently on the table. She reached into her bag and started pulling out the clothes they wore the night of the ball.
“We need to change back into our original clothes.” She began as she handed him his black suite.
Once they were both dressed and she fixed her hair and makeup, transfigured their shoes back to their original state and then reached into her bag once more. She pulled out her jewelry and began to put in her diamond drop earrings. She handed Draco his watch and he studied it for a minute.
‘Who could have thought that this meaningless watch could have helped him learn to love?’
He placed the watch on his left wrist and began to help Hermione put her bracelet on. As he clasped it closed he held on to her wrist and studied the accessory.
“You look beautiful in red. Did I ever tell you that?” he asked not looking away from the bracelet.
She shook her head no as he looked up at her.
“Well you do. And I thought that when I first saw you enter though the Hall doors. I cursed myself for thinking it, but now…” he trailed off. “Did I ever tell you, that you also have the most addictive caramel eyes?”
“Draco?” She interrupted. “What are you doing?”
“I love you Hermione. And I want to tell you everything I promised myself I wouldn’t say to you, back when I thought I still hated you. I realized I never actually hated you. You were annoying, yes, and you got under my skin with your constant ‘always need to be right’ attitude. But you fought back against me. You always did. You never shied away from a fight and its one of the reasons I love you so much.”
She placed a finger on his lips and kissed him. She pulled away after a second and looked at him in the eye.
“Draco, I can’t do this. I can’t say goodbye to you. I won’t do it…Let’s just not do it, okay? Let’s just remember the time we had together and not say goodbye. Please? It’s too hard for me.”
He nodded his head in understanding. She turned around and picked up the port key off the table. Turning back she let out a sigh and looked at Draco.
“Ready?” she asked.
“No. But I don’t really have a choice, now do I?” He let out a deep breath as he readied himself to touch the port key.
“On three.” She began lifting a hand above the fountain pen. “One…Two…Three.”
The both touched the pen at the same time and he instantly felt like he was falling. It had been a long while since he used a port key and it was nothing like disapparation. His body stretched and pulled as he fell though time and space.
He landed on his feet and almost fell over at the force of the impact, as Hermione fell directly in front of him. He helped her stand and looked around. They were back in Southampton right outside The Castle gates just like the Minister said they would be. He grabbed Hermione’s hand, led her down the path and walked inside. They made their way down the long corridor to the Great Hall. Draco opened one of the large double doors and waited for Hermione to walk through. They looked around at the room in sadness before placing themselves exactly where they stood before being thrown into the past.
She pulled out Aquila Malfoy’s ring from her bag and handed it to him. She then proceeded to pull out the necklace of Dimitra Black. Hermione unwrapped the necklace and Draco followed suit throwing the fabric to the floor. He looked up at her sadly and he knew, she felt the same way he did just now.
“On the count of three, we touched the stones, okay?” he managed to speak.
“Draco?” she asked grabbing his forearm.
“Yes little cub?”
“Promise me.” She began as a tear trickled down her cheek. “Promise me that you will stay in my life…somehow. Even if it is just to be my friend-”
“Hermione-”
“Promise me!”
Draco looked at the love of his life and realized this was her way of saying goodbye without having to actually say it. He cupped his hand to her cheek and wiped away the falling tear.
“I promise I won’t ever leave you.”
She nodded her head and removed her hand from his arm. She wiped her face and composed herself.
“We have to be touching Hermione.” He pointed out.
“Right! Sorry.”
She placed right hand on his shoulder and he desperately wanted to grab her and hold her, but he didn’t. Instead he placed his left hand on her hip and lifted the ring up with his right.
“I love you Hermione Granger.”
“I love you too Draco Malfoy.”
They touched the stones together and a burst of red light lit up the room. The next thing they knew, they were both being sucked into an infinite vortex as they traveled back to the present.
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Saturday, April 6^th, 2001 06:49pm
Draco landed on the floor with a hard thud. Seconds later Hermione landed right on top of him as the burst of red light vanished. He gasped for a breath, just like he did the first time she landed on him.
‘He may have loved her but he didn’t love having the air knocked out of him in such a manor, again.’
He adjusted his eyes and looked around the room. Hermione had also lifted her head to look. Everyone seemed stunned for a moment as the light that blinded them left the room. But he didn’t have time to think about it. Suddenly the commotion started back up and he felt Hermione being ripped off of him. He looked up to see Harry Potter holding Hermione tightly in his arms. A spring of jealously clouded his mind for a second but was instantly removed when he felt four hands grab his arms and lift him up.
Blaise and Theo had seen the fight and ran over to help him up. He dusted himself off and looked at Hermione for a second. She looked broken as she turned away from him and buried her head into Pothead’s chest. His gaze didn’t linger for long because he finally remembered who caused the whole ordeal in the first place, Pansy.
He turned his head in complete anger and looked at the raven haired girl with hate.
“YOU!” he called out.
Everyone in the room was quite as they watched the Slytherin Prince tower over the now terrified girl.
“HOW DARE YOU! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOU CAN’T JUST GO PUSHING PEOPLE INTO OTHERS FOR NO REASON!” he yelled.
Pansy quickly composed herself and stared him down as well.
“Me! She had it coming and you know it! How dare you try to embarrass me!”
“I embarrassed you? Are you kidding me? Thanks to you and your lack of judgment I was just thrown to the ground unnecessarily! You’re embarrassed? Please! You shouldn’t have started that fight to begin with! She apologized to me for hitting me with her chair but you just couldn’t let it go could you?”
“No!” Pansy shouted in anger “No I couldn’t! She hit you on purpose I know it! I watched her do it! I was just defending you!”
“DEFENDING ME!” He shouted. “Defending me Pansy? I don’t need you defending me! I can take care of myself! Now apologize to Granger for pushing her and go back to your table!” he demanded as he pointed to a few tables down from where they stood.
“What? No!” she announced in shock that he would even suggest she speak to Hermione.
“Apologize or leave! Your choice!”
“I…you wouldn’t make me really leave?” she asked slightly confused. “Why are you sticking up for that mudblood?”
“Pansy, just leave! You’re embarrassing yourself.” Theo chimed in.
Just then Lucius and Narcissa walked up to the group. His father looked angry and his mother looked worried.
“What in Salazar’s name is going on here!” Lucius’s voice boomed.
No one answered him as Draco angrily stared down Pansy.
“Well someone answer me!” he demanded firmly.
Blaise stepped forward and looked at Mr. Malfoy.
“Pansy sir, got angry at Granger, because Granger accidently pushed her chair into Draco. Granger apologized to Draco but Pansy did not care. She pushed her into your son and they both fell to the floor. I can’t explain the red light though I assume someone’s wand went off, but I can tell you that after it disappeared, Draco got up and started yelling at Pansy to apologize to Granger.” He explained calmly before bowing his head in respect and stepping back.
“Is that true? Pansy, you pushed Ms. Granger here?” Narcissa asked gently.
Pansy looked away from Draco’s hateful eyes and looked at his mother.
“I…I only did it to defend Draco!” she panicked.
“That is not, a good enough reason to lay your hands on the woman! Apologize to her right this instant or you can leave.” Narcissa demanded in a firm motherly tone.
Pansy looked at the woman in fear for a second before turning her attention to Hermione. Hermione was no longer in the arms of Potter, which made Draco happy, but he and She-Weasel were standing awfully close, protecting her.
“I…I am…so-ugh, I am s-so…sorry, Granger. That is the best you are getting out of me!”
Hermione stepped forward and looked at the girl in a serious manor. The seconds passed like minutes before hermione softened her expression and replied.
“I forgive you Pansy.” She stated calmly before turning back around and taking her seat, not even bothering to glance in Draco’s direction.
The rest of her group gave Pansy sour looks before turning back to the table and taking their seats as well.
“Right. So now that that is taken care of, can we please get on with the evening? Pansy, go take your seat. Blaise, Theo, if you could? I would like to speak to my son before announcements are made.” Lucius announced.
The two men next to Draco bowed their heads and walked back to their table. Draco looked at his father, still not believing he was back in his own time, and remembered the questions he wanted to ask him. Lucius waved his fingers for Draco to follow and so he did. They made their way down the corridor and into an office Draco didn’t recognize.
‘It must have been one of the bedrooms that was redecorated to become an office.’
Lucius walked around the large maple desk that sat in near the middle of the room, set his cane against the wood, poured himself a drink and took a seat.
“So, do you want to tell me what really happened and why you decided to defend Ms. Granger?” he asked curiously.
“She didn’t do anything wrong father.”
“Ah, so she did not purposely hit you and it really was all Ms. Parkinson being over dramatic?”
“Yes sir.” Draco replied politely.
‘I see, I see-”
“What happened to Aquila Malfoy?” Draco asked out of nowhere. “Why was I never told about her or Cygnus, for that matter?”
Lucius’s eyes widen but he quickly fixed his expression.
“I do not know of who-”
“DON’T YOU DARE BEGIN TO LIE TO ME!” Draco shouted a little louder than he wanted to.
“Son? Why do you want to know about them?” Lucius asked confused.” How do you even know about them?”
“Because that stone does much more then give the wearer luck Father! Mother knows, so why don’t you ask her and answer my question!”
“I don’t really know what is it you want me to say? Cygnus died a horrible death on a muggle contraption called-”
“The Titanic.” Draco cut in a little more calmly.
Lucius eyes him curiously but continued his story.
“Yes…The Titanic. After his death, his wife held the power of the Malfoy name before his brother Pyxis married and took over as head; producing our line. Back then, our ancestors weren’t proud of him dying on a ship that was made for muggles, so they refrained from ever bringing him up. He was never taught to new generations for the sake of embarrassing the name.”
“And what about Aquila? What happened to her?” Draco asked calmly.
“Aquila Malfoy wiped herself off the tree.”
“What? Why would she do that?” he asked confused.
“Apparently it had something to do with survivor’s guilt. She was grief-stricken over her husband’s death and no longer wanted to hold the Malfoy name, so a few weeks after the disaster that made her a widow; she came back to the Manor and burned herself off. She mailed a letter to Pyxis to let him know the manor was now his, but he was to keep any and all rules Cygnus applied in his will and then left. No one had heard or seen from her again…Why does this mean so much to your Draco? You didn’t know them.”
‘But he did know them, and he cared for Aquila more than his father could ever know. She was like a second mother to him and she accepted Hermione.’
“I don’t have time to explain right now. You’ll be late for your speech.” Draco explained calmly.
Lucius eyed his son carefully before nodding his head and walked to the door.
“Are you coming son?” he asked as he placed both hands on his custom made cane.
“In a minute, I just want to make a few adjustments to my speech I left in one of the bedrooms.” He claimed.
“Why is your speech in a bedroom?” His father asked curiously.
“I needed some quiet because Pansy wouldn’t stop pestering me, so I escaped to one of the rooms to read it over.” Draco explained.
“Very well, don’t be long. Your mother will start to worry.”
Draco nodded his head before his father turned and left the room. He waited until the footsteps were faint before he quickly made his way out of the office and down the hall to the East Wing. He ran into the bedroom he and Hermione had stayed in in 1912 and walked to the fireplace. He tapped his wand on a brick, which was six spots down; the brick disappeared and a paper and small box was in its place. Grabbing both items he read over the paper quickly to make sure it was good before folding it up and placing the items in his suit pocket. He looked around the untouched room for a minute; basking in the memories.
‘This room will always be special to him.’
Turning on his heels, he walked out the door and made his way back to the Great Hall.
Friday, April 6^th, 2001 07:09pm
Hermione sat at her table expressionless, staring at the untouched dessert that was placed in front of her moments ago. She couldn’t afford to let her feelings known about what just happened or how she felt excited as Draco stood up for her. He was so angry at Pansy, normally it would have scared her but really all it did, was make her proud that he stood up for someone other than himself. That was the main reason she didn’t look at him, because then she would have wanted to hug him in happiness. She didn’t want to ruin his perfect reputation in front of his parents and his friends or have to explain why she voluntarily touched him.
She was however; quite surprised that Pansy even apologized to her, even if it was forced. Hogwarts Pansy would have called her a mudblood again and left, not force out an ‘I’m sorry’.
‘She seemed to have at least somewhat changed…kind of…maybe…okay, not really but still.’
“Are you okay Hermione?” Ginny asked in concern as she placed a hand gently on her shoulder.
Hermione seemed to not hear her but she still lifted her head up and smiled. Ginny didn’t seem to accept that as answer and raised an eyebrow at her?
“Don’t let Pansy ruin your night. She’s not worth it.” Ginny stated as a matter of fact.
“I know. She doesn’t bother me.” Hermione claimed a little more sadly than she wanted as she lowered her head to look at her hands.
“Then what is wrong?” Harry chimed in.
“She’s been through an awful tragedy.” Luna stated pleasantly.
“What are you going on about Luna? Pansy’s tantrum wasn’t that traumatic. It was actually quite amusing.” Seamus chuckled as he took a bite of his chocolate cake.
Luna never took her eyes of Hermione nor did she answer Seamus. Instead she tilted her head in understanding, when Hermione refused to acknowledge her.
“You love him, don’t you?”
It was more a statement than a question. Hermione’s head snapped up so quickly her body jerked and her hands hit the bottom of the table; shaking all the glasses around.
“What? Who do you love Hermione?” Ginny asked confused as she set her fork down.
But Hermione never answered her. Her eyes remained focused on the Ravenclaw blonde sitting to her right.
‘How is it, that Luna Lovegood always knows things no one else does?’
“It’s okay Hermione, they will understand in time. He loves you too, you know? I can tell.” Luna continued.
Her throat felt tight and her heart dropped into her stomach.
“Understand what Luna? What is going on?” Harry demanded to know as he looked back and forth between the two.
The whole table was looking on in ignorance as both women stared at each other. Hermione wide eyed and Luna with a smile plastered on her pretty pale face.
“H…how do you know this Luna?” Hermione finally managed to utter.
“My family was never on the Titanic.” She shrugged “But you were.” Was all Luna said as she looked to the ceiling as if memorized by something no one else could see.
“What?” Dean asked confused even more. “What is she talking about Hermione? Titanic was almost a hundred years ago. Were you an extra that we didn’t know about in the movie?” he joked.
Knowing Dean was a half-blood who currently lived in the muggle world; Hermione knew that he must know what the Titanic was. Her heart felt like it was about to explode from her chest. Her mouth gaped open as she tried to find words but nothing came to her. She couldn’t breathe; all that came to her was the fact that using Luna’s last name had somehow caused a ripple in time.
“What’s a Titanic?” Ginny asked perplexed.
“It’s was a muggle ship that sunk back in the early 1900’s. It hit an iceberg and took a whole lot of people with it. They made a movie back in 97’ about it.” Dean explained not taking his eyes off Hermione.
Hermione finally broke her gaze off Luna and looked to Dean.
“They…wait, a movie was made about it? How did I not know this?” she asked him with skepticism.
“It came out about five months or so before the battle. We were all too busy with the war to know, but I saw it once the war was over about a year later. It’s a sappy romantic drama but it was actually pretty good once the ship started sinking. It apparently was a box office hit. Have you not seen it?” He clarified.
Hermione was dumbfounded but offended at his disrespect for the ship.
‘How could he enjoy watching the ship sink knowing it killed so many people? But more importantly she didn’t need see the movie…she lived it. However, if she had actually lived in the muggle world long enough after the war, then she would have known all about that horrific day. She would have been able to know exactly what happened and when.’
“You still never answered us Hermione?” Ginny interrupted. “Who do you love and why haven’t you told me?”
“May I have your attention please?” Lucius voice echoed through the hall.
Hermione had never been more thankful in her life for the interruption of Draco’s father. She could kiss the man right now for saving her from having to explain who she loved and why.
‘We can’t be together anyway, so what is the point of telling them? They wouldn’t understand.’
“I would like to start off this wonderful evening with a few speeches. My son Draco will soon announce the winners of the sponsorship and shortly after, the dance floor will be open to all.” He continued. “Firstly, I want to thank each and every one of you for attending this wonderful charity ball. Thanks to many special donors we are able to give out sponsorships to eight honorees tonight!”
Everyone clapped in excitement at the news; everyone except Hermione. She was too busy dreading the moment Draco announced his engagement to Astoria; leaving her with nothing but a broken heart and the fact that Luna knows she was on the Titanic.
“Now this speech will not be very long. The main reason I am standing up here tonight is to announce my retirement. Draco my dear boy, come up here.” Lucius turned to his right and waved a hand for blonde to walk up on the stage.
Hermione looked with sadness as Draco walked up the stage and smiled happily to his father.
‘Why is he so happy? Why doesn’t he look to feel as miserable as she did right now?’
Lucius wrapped and arm around Draco’s shoulder before continuing on.
“I would like you all to bear witness as I pass on the family name and fortune to my son.”
Kingsley Shacklebolt walked up to the stage with a piece of parchment in his hand and stood just between the two men. He held out his free hand as Lucius removed his Head of House ring from his finger and handed it to the Minister. He held out his hand and Draco grasped it with his, like he was making an unbreakable vow, and looked at his father with the upmost seriousness.
“I, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, pass on my right as Head of Malfoy Household to you Draco. Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, bears witness and has signed his name on the contract. Therefore I asked the following; Do you Draco, accept the responsibility to uphold, to the best of your ability, any and all estates, business, and family values? Will you uphold, to the best of your ability, any and all rules placed by your previous ancestors in their wills? And will you promise to honor and respect the Malfoy name, from this day forth?”
Draco stood up straight and proud.
“I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, accept all responsibilities.”
The Minister for Magic opened the parchment he held in his hand and released it in the air. The paper floated in front of Lucius as he pulled out a quill from his robes and handed it to Draco’s father. Lucius took the quill and signed his name at the bottom before the paper turned to Draco for him to do the same.
‘He didn’t even hesitate; no stutter, nothing. Did he already move on from her? Was he really going to go through with this and marry Astoria to please his father? Just like the old Draco; he would do anything if it meant getting respect and approval from Lucius Malfoy; not even caring who he hurt in the process.’
Draco signed the parchment and a golden glow illuminated off the paper. Kinsley then took the floating paper and quill and handed the ring back to Lucius. He held in in his hand and looked at it for a moment before lifting Draco’s hand, and placing it on his left middle finger. He cupped his hand in his as he smiled upon his son.
“You, my son, now hold the title: Head of House. Congratulations my boy!” Lucius announced happily as he pulled Draco into a hug.
Everyone in the Hall stood up and clapped their hands in congratulations. Hermione had no choice but to follow suit, as her heart broke, into a million pieces.
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