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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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Sorry everyone for the delay! I had my bridal shower yesterday and then went out afterwards and then another fitting today. It’s been a crazy hectic weekend for me lol. Things though, are about to get intense in this chapter; I hope you are ready. I feel I have about 3 plus epilogue chapters left, which is perfect since that will make it an even 40 chapters for my first Dramione fanfic! Enjoy!
@saxman66- Thank you!! I wasn’t planning on announcing it but I felt you guys had a right to know why I haven’t been able to update every day. The wedding isn’t until January but since it is so close and it’s getting to be holiday time, my schedule has become crazy. Once this story is done though I will start another one but I won’t be able to update as often anymore. I might just write it out first or at least a good amount and then post. But it will be a few weeks before that happens.

Chapter 36- Foolery
Friday, May 4^th, 2001 01:22pm
Over the past week, Draco had come up with a plan; a very clever plan actually, which took a ton of effort and a lot of details. He was happy with the surprise he created and managed to rope in every one of her friends, including his parents and hers.
Hermione’s parents had grown fond of Draco over the past few days. He had done his best to visit them with and without Hermione present. He told them of his upbringing and a few details about the war that their daughter had never covered with them. They were amazed, to say the least, that he had gone through so much at such a young age. Her mother took it upon herself to treat him with as much love and respect as she could muster.
Draco was also quite fond of his future in-laws. He had learned how to fix a muggle machine called a lawn mower, after almost cutting off a few fingers, but he learnt, thanks to Mr. Granger. He also learnt to cook without the use of magic and realized just how much he loved dinners at the Granger’s. Dinner there was nothing like what he was used to at his own home. It was lively and cheerful; similar to the Potter’s. His parents however, still sat quietly on either end of the long dining table and barely spoke, while he sat dead center and picked at his food, wishing he was home at his own flat, instead of the miserable dinners his mother kept asking him to attend.
He had promised a change when he came back from the past but so far, he hadn’t really done much to ensure a change was made. Today would be that day. Today would be the day he made his mark in the world. He was ready and now, all he had to do was let the pieces fall into place.
As he signed the document in front of him he understood that the partnership between Malfoy Inc. and Cunard Line, who merged with Whites Star Line, was one that would never had happened if he wasn’t sent to the past.
The document before him entails that Malfoy Inc. secretly holds a 65% share in the company and Draco was now in charge of making sure every crew man and staff went through a rigorous training course to be certified to sail. They will be trained in a ninety day course, to make sure that no one is left behind on a sinking ship, no matter the time frame.
Realistically, he knew it was impossible to save everyone and ships now a day, are much larger and grander than the Titanic ever was but that didn’t matter to Draco. He wanted to make sure that if the ship had only an hour to live then in that hour, everyone on board would be able to get to a life boat.
As for lifeboats, Draco knew that it wasn’t just the amount of boats on board that were important; it was also access to them. He noticed during the sinking of Titanic, that ropes would get stuck on the davits and some were lowered too slowly. Not to mention a majority of the life boats were not even filled to capacity. He would make sure davits were charmed by the best of the best to never get stuck and that there are witches and wizards trained for such emergencies to make sure every boat was filled and lowered at a safe but quicker speed.
He wanted to charm every boat to never sink but he knew that in doing so, would change the future in some way, and not necessarily in the best way. Muggles would catch on and deem every ship unsinkable. People with no knowledge of building ships or ones who got too cocky and built their own, might end up sinking with people on board. Too much attention would be drawn to his company and Cunard Line. It would be a huge mess that he did not want to clean up; so he outvoted himself of the idea.
The last thing he made sure was fixed, was that no ship would be made of iron. He had to go to the Ministry and the Prime Minister to the Queen, to pass a law in, at least England, to ban iron from being used ever again. He unfortunately couldn’t pass the law in America since he was not a citizen nor could he protect U.S ships. That was lesson he had learned too late.
He and Hermione had gone through the photobook she had found in her parents attic the other day. They did a bit of research on an ancestry site and used that gobble thing she mentioned before. Turns out on December 7^th, 1941, an attack, known as the Battle of Pearl Harbor occurred, leading entry for the United States to enter World War II. The Japanese Navy had bombed the American battleships and aircrafts, trapping and killing 2,403 souls; including fifty-four year old Lieutenant Robert Hoarse of the USS Arizona.
Draco remembered how fascinated Robert was when Hermione brought up the topic of American military during the lunch he abruptly left, on the Titanic. He never thought Robert would actually join the country’s Navy branch, leading him to be killed in the surprise attack. He wished he could go back to that time and help reinforce the battleships so that so many lives would not be lost but he knew he couldn’t. Just like the Titanic, he couldn’t change the past; but he was determined to change the future- for the better.
He set the pen down and slid the paper to the attorney who was to notarize the document. He backed his chair away from the large oval table and stood up while straightening the lapel of his black suit jacket.
“Gentlemen,” Draco nodded his head at the men around the table. “It has been a pleasure doing business with you. I will be in touch.”
With that, he backed away from the table and exited the room but not before shaking hands with many of the heads of the company, both muggle and magical alike. Once outside the Cunard Line Headquarters, he walked quickly down the block until he found a suitable alleyway to disapparate from.
He landed at his flat but quickly realized how empty is sounded. Hermione had moved in with him a few days ago after he had to convince Harry that his nightmares were not as bad anymore and could be monitored with a spell from a great distance. She normally would be reading one of the muggle books her mother gave her on the couch or was entertaining their circle of friends; but this time it was too quite.
Draco searched around the large flat, checking every room including the bathroom, for Hermione. He called out her name but heard nothing in return. Figuring she was out, he took off his jacket and sat down on the couch. He moved to lie down and take a small nap but something hard poked him in the shoulder; pushing whatever it was further into the cushions. He sat back up but saw nothing there. Placing his hand between the cushion and the back of the couch, he felt the object that poked him. He pulled it out and realized it was Hermione’s wand.
‘What is her wand doing in the couch? And why didn’t she have it on her? That is not like her. Maybe she just misplaced it? But that wasn’t like her either.’
He grew concerned but before he could think any more on it, his fireplace roared to life and a much shaken looking Harry stepped out.
“Potter? What are you doing here? Hermione isn’t here right now but if you would like to wait until she re-”
“Hermione is not with you?” Harry cut him off quickly.
“No…I just got home a few minutes ago from a meeting. She wasn’t here when I arrived. Why?” he asked skeptical.
Harry’s eyes grew wide.
“Fuck! That means she really is missing!” Harry expressed as he began pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table.
“What?” Draco stood up from the couch still holding Hermione’s wand in his hand and looked at the boy who lived with seriousness. “What do you mean she is missing?”
“She was supposed to meet Ginny for lunch at 12:30 and never showed. It’s not like Hermione to miss an outing with her and it’s not like her to not let us know if she is going to be late or needs to cancel. The memories of your time travel are also missing from my office. They were there two days ago and have since disappeared.”
“Her…wand was shoved into the couch…She never goes anywhere without it.” Draco added with worry on his tone.
“Give it here.” Harry held out a hand “We need to see the last spell she cast.”
Draco reluctantly handed over the wand and Harry instantly pulled out his own.
“Priori Incantatem….she last used…Stupefy.” Harry looked up in concern.
“Why would she use that spell? And why isn’t there any sign that she used it? Nothing is broken; the place looks spotless like normal.”
Harry looked around for a second before his eyes landed on the fireplace. He crouched down and looked at large, dark black, spot on the side of the bricks to the left, which Draco knew, was not there before. Harry touched the mark gently before standing back up with worry on his face.
“Whoever she was trying to stun moved out of the way. The spell hit the side of the fireplace…Who has access to your flat, Malfoy?”
“I…There is an anti-apparition charm over the whole place. I couldn’t have people popping in unannounced and there is limited access from the floo network. You, Ginny, Ron, Blaise, Theo, Longbottom, Lovegood…um Finnegan, that other guy, Dean I think, my parents and…oh fuck!” Draco expressed, sliding his fingers through his hair.
“What? Who else, Malfoy?” Harry asked now in a panic.
“I forgot to remove Pansy! Pansy still has access to my floo!” Draco yelled out as he turned on his heels and held and a hand to his forehead in frustration. “Fucking Pansy was here!”
“But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Hermione hide her wand in the couch? She wouldn’t just let her step out of the fireplace as we can see…except if…”
“Except if…what?” Draco asked impatiently
“Except if Pansy didn’t look like Pansy.” Harry finished.
“What are you trying to say Potter? That Pansy used Polyjuice Potion to trick Hermione? Who could she possibly get close enough to, to use a strand of hair from?” Draco questioned with his arms crossed, not wanting to believe what was being said.
“Who else Malfoy?...You!”
“Have you lost your mind? I haven’t been near that bitch in over a month!”
“A month is exactly how long it takes to brew that potion Malfoy! She was all over you at the Ball, who is to say a strand of your hair didn’t fall on her. She was angry and embarrassed after what happened that night; that ploy she used with the press was just a distraction to throw us off of her real plan! I guarantee it! We all thought she was done and had nothing else to pull for revenge but we were wrong. She used the press to get all eyes off her and now she has Hermione!”
“Fuck! What the hell do we do? Can we track her or something?” Draco asked completely terrified for Hermione and his unborn baby.
‘Why the hell didn’t he remove Pansy’s access? Why the hell didn’t he see that Pansy’s plan with the press seemed a little weak? Now she has his fiancé and Salazar knows what her next move is!’
Draco abruptly turned and swung his hand at a vase on the coffee table. The vase flew through the air and smashed against the wall. The pieces shattered into a thousand as they scattered on to the floor.
“Malfoy I need you to calm down, okay? We will figure this out. Right now the last thing we need is for you to kill us both before we get a chance to save Hermione.” Harry begged.
Draco took in a deep breath and held it for ten seconds, then let it out very slowly.
“Now,” Harry continued “Where do you think Pansy would take her?”
He tried to think of multiple different places Hermione could have been taken too but nothing concrete came to his mind.
“I don’t know! She could be anywhere! We are going to have to split up.”
“Okay, I’ll call the Calvary. In the meantime, I want you to relax and think of all the possible places significant to Pansy, oh and temporarily remove the apparition ward; a lot of people are going to show up very shortly. I will be right back.” Harry turned, grabbed a handful of floo powder and entered the fireplace. “Try not to blow anything up while I am gone, okay?”
“No promises.” Draco replied sitting down in a huff.
Once Harry was gone, he lowered the wards and thought of all the possible places important to Pansy.
‘Where the hell would she take her? What the fuck is wrong with Pansy? Stupid bitch!...Okay, okay, Draco think…Hogwarts was definitely one, but he couldn’t see her sneaking in with a kidnapped victim during school hours…The castle could be a spot; she WAS embarrassed and practically dumped there…Maybe the Manor? His parents were away for the weekend but he couldn’t see why she would bring her there…Diagon Alley? No, too crowded…Her house?...No that is too obvious…Where the fuck would she go…’
All of a sudden pops could be heard throughout his flat. Draco stood up and looked at all of his friends; they too looked worried, along with a few Aurors he didn’t recognize. The whole Weasley family had also shown up. He was a bit weary having all of The Order in his home but the more people, he figured, the better.
“Oh my dear boy!” Mrs. Weasley called out as she came up to him and began hugging him. “How are you holding up? This must be so dreadful for you. Are you okay?”
Draco was momentarily confused. He had not spoken to the women yet nor had he apologized to her or her husband. Her sudden kindness and motherly concern had him flabbergasted.
‘Maybe her seeing the memories, changed her view on him? He was sure the three Weasley’s he had spoken to, must have convinced her as well that he had changed but right now was not the time to think about it. Now, was the time to try and find Hermione.’
“I could be better Mrs. Weasley. And I will be, once we find Hermione.” He replied hugging the woman back.
“Of course, of course. And we will find her, mind you. That Pansy girl has another thing coming to her, messing with our family; she should be right punished!” she claimed pulling back to look him over. “If she was my child; Ooh, she wouldn’t see the light of day for at least month.”
“Mum, we should start figuring out where to look.” Ginny interrupted, pulling her mother away from him before looking back to him. “Draco, Harry said you might know of some spots Pansy might have taken her?”
“I, uh, well there are a few but none of them make sense for her to go.”
“Okay well start with the places you first thought of and we will sort it out from there.” George chimed in.
Draco took in a deep breath and began listing off the various places.
Friday, May 4^th, 2001 12:13pm
Hermione walked around the living room of Draco’s flat, making sure she didn’t forget anything before meeting up with Ginny for lunch. They had an appointment afterwards for her first dress fitting and she didn’t want to forget anything essential. But to Hermione’s surprise, the fireplace roared to life and Draco stepped out.
‘Since when did Draco use the floo to get into his own place? He normally apparated or used the front door on rare assurances. The floo, as he put it, was for guests and he hated that is always left ash on his white shirts.’
“Draco? What are you using the floo for?” Hermione asked skeptically.
“What?” He asked looking up at her in anger “Oh, it was quicker this way.”
‘Quicker?’
“Okay, how was the meeting? Did it go well?” she stepped behind the coffee table took a seat on the couch but never took her eyes off him.
“It, uh…went well. Everything is in order.” He replied looking a little confused.
‘Something is not right.’
“So…What did they say?” She asked baiting him.
His head snapped up but he quickly put on a frown and crossed his arms.
“Let’s not talk about it right now Granger. I am tired. Why don’t you come here and let me hold you for a minute…it will really help me calm down.”
‘Granger? This was not a scenario that he would ever call her by her last name. He only ever used her last name when he was serious about something; that or little one. Something is definitely not right.’
“Why don’t you come over here and we can cuddle on the couch and talk about our day like we used to do on the ship.” She lied.
“On the ship?...Right, just like old times….well you see I have to leave soon; meeting Potter for lunch in hogs-”
Hermione stood up quickly, pulled out her wand and trained it on Draco.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” he asked holding his hands up.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Hermione demanded.
“Are you mad woman? What has gotten into you?”
“Harry doesn’t have lunch plans with you because he’s at the office having lunch with Blaise, Theo, and Ron. Also we never cuddled on the ship and talked about our day; so I will ask you again…Who are you?”
“So I had a minor lasp in my memory! It has been a long day Granger, I have a right to forget things here and there! It’s human nature! Put your wand down.”
“Okay, if you think that, then what did I tell you the night of our first date after you called me a mudblood?”
He took a minute to think about it. He seemed to be thinking hard while looking up at the ceiling.
“That you don’t hate me just what I have done.” He finally replied lowering his head to look at her.
Hermione began lowering her wand but the thought of Harry telling her the memories were missing two days ago popped into her mind.
‘They could have stolen the memories! She needed to think of something that only the real Draco would know; something that wasn’t in the memories…The day after the party in Steerage!’
Raising her wand back up, she focused on the imposter before her.
“What potion did you try to give me, the day after the party in Third Class?” she asked knowing it wasn’t potion he tried to give her.
“Why are you still questioning me Granger? I answered your first question to prove who I am already.”
“Answer the damn question Malfoy!”
“Fine! A hangover drought.”
“Wrong! You never gave me a potion; you handed me allergy pills by mistake!”
“What the hell is an al-”
“STUPIFY!” Hermione shouted.
Draco moved out of the way as the spell hit the fireplace and pulled out his own wand; a wand that looked nothing like Draco’s.
“Expelliarmus!” he shouted back.
Her wand flew out of her hand and landed on the couch.
“Imperio!”
Hermione was suddenly pulled into a trance. She tried breaking free from it like Harry had taught her but she was rusty and couldn’t bring herself to concentrate. Draco’s voice echoed in her head as he told her to walk to the fireplace. Unwillingly, she complied and stepped around the table and into the floo. Draco placed a blindfold on her eyes before she heard him grab a handful of powder off the mantel.
Hermione didn’t hear the location he spoke; she was too busy trying to break free of the curse placed on her and she didn’t realize the place she was being transported to, was somewhere she knew, all too well.
She lost her balance when they landed and fell to her knees. Draco’s voice echoed in her head again; yelling at her to stand back up, so she did. But as soon as she stood back up she felt him pull her hands in front of her and tie them.
Suddenly, the curse placed on her lifted and she felt instant relief. Draco however, gripped up her upper arm tightly and led her through a room she couldn’t see.
After ten long minutes, she was thrown to the ground. She tried reaching out to soften the impact but with her hands tied, she couldn’t break the fall. Her wrists hurt and so did her knees as they hit hard tile below her.
‘She at least knew she was in a large building or house of some sort. But where was she? And who was trying to impersonate Draco?’
“So, the filthy little mudblood is finally on the ground where she belongs!” Draco’s voice spat coldly.
“What do you want?” Hermione pleaded as she tried to sit up.
“What do I want? Hmm, let’s see. I want you dead for starters but killing you, would be all too easy; I have instead come up with the idea of erasing your memory. I will make you forget you ever loved Draco and I will make sure when he comes to save his damsel in distress, that I see the pain on his face as you forget him! I want to see the hurt as you begin to hate him again. I want to see the fear in his eyes as he is erased from your mind! After that, I will alter his memories to include me on that bloody ship instead of you!”
The realization of who was impersonating Hermione’s fiancé smacked her right in the face like a pile of books.
‘No one, in their right mind, was that desperate to be with Draco…no one, except Pansy.’
“Pansy?” Hermione questioned, lifting her head to try and see under the blindfold.
“Oh for the love of-”
Pansy ripped the blindfold off Hermione’s face with such force, it pulled her forward and she had to reach out her tied hands again to hold herself up. Her wrists were now killing her and all she wanted to do was cry. Instead, Hermione blinked a few times to adjust to the light of the room and looked around.
She instantly recognized the room and began to panic when she noticed the spot she was sitting in. Her breath caught in her throat as tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
“Why? Why…would…you…bring me…here?” Hermione stuttered through her heavy breathing.
“Isn’t it obvious you pathetic mudblood? This is the room you should have died in but that worthless Death Eater, Bellatrix, never finished the job; all because she was too busy interrogating that fucking goblin!...I am going to carve you up just like she did and this time, I will make sure you learnt your place in this world! You are nothing mudblood! Do you hear me? NOTHING!”
“Pansy, you don’t…have…to do…this! Please…stop.” Hermione begged while she tried to get her breathing under control.
“No! I am done with others ordering me around! You are beneath me and you do not deserve to marry Draco! If anyone deserves his love, it is me!”
Pansy’s voice began to change back to her feminine one as the Polyjuice potion faded away. Her face contorted as it changed from Draco’s pale skin to light tan. Her cheeks rounded out and her long black hair replaced the short blonde on top of her head.
“You…are…fucking crazy!” Hermione spat.
“Crazy huh? I’ll show you crazy!...Crucio!”
She was thrown to her back and the pain Hermione felt, was unbearable. Letting out a scream, tears began streaming down her face as her body flailed around the floor. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t even think, at least not about anything other than the agonizing torture engulfed her whole body. Everything hurt; it felt like every bone was breaking at the same time. She wanted to pass out but the curse prevented it’s victims from doing so.
And the pain wouldn’t cease. It was ongoing and never-ending. All Hermione wanted to do was let go and die but something wouldn’t let her. She feared for her child as the curse radiated every limb; and for some reason, she didn’t feel pain in her stomach area.
Pansy let go of the curse and began laughing as Hermione cried on the floor and held onto her stomach.
“You really are a worthless, pathetic, whore! You think just because you were thrown into the past with MY future husband, that you can just parade yourself around thinking you are so high and mighty? That’s right! I used Polyjuice to look like Blaise, who has wormed his way into your little group and I stole the memories Potter so carelessly hid in the top drawer of his desk! I watched as you tried to charm Draco into loving you! But that fantasy is about to end! This is where you belong, mudblood! At my feet, crying and begging for me to stop! You are a waste of a soul if you ask me; Dementors wouldn’t even want to kiss you, you’re so disgusting!”
Hermione couldn’t respond. Nothing she could say or do would make Pansy stop the torment she was inflicting upon her, so she quietly whimpered in pain while she stayed curled into a ball. But Pansy wasn’t having it. She jumped on top of her and rolled her onto her back. She pinned her left arm under a knee and stretched out her right arm.
“Seeing as you already have mudblood on that arm I might as well engrave my reminder on this one!” Pansy laughed again as she brought out her wand and held it like a pen.
Hermione began to tremble and then let out another scream as Pansy began carving the word ‘WHORE’ into her right arm. The pain was just as bad as the last time she was marked but this time, it felt oddly different; like Pansy didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
She let out another scream while she tried to free her left arm but it was pointless. Pansy’s weight held it firmly to the ground and Hermione could do nothing. Nothing, but think about how she wanted to just die.
But Pansy’s weight suddenly lifted off of her and Hermione could breathe again. She sucked in a huge breath and pulled her arm into her chest while she cried in pain. She rolled over to her right and hugged her forearm as she looked down at the very angry Slytherin standing back up and pointing her wand at whoever entered the room.
“How dare you!” Pansy spat through gritted teeth. “REDUCTO!”
A piece of wall collapsed behind Hermione as the spell hit it. She instantly looked up to see who she attacked but the debris and rubble blocked her view. She looked back down at Pansy who was now looking directly at her. Pansy raised her wand and Hermione heard someone call out ‘NO’; but it was too late.
“Obliviate!” Pansy shouted.
Her wand glowed bright and all Hermione could think about, was how pretty the light looked, before her face went blank and her mind cleared. Erasing all the memories she held, of her and Draco.
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