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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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Thank you guys so much for all the good reviews! I am addicted to this story so I might get impatient and add chapters before my Betas have a chance to edit the grammer. I hope you guys still enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writting it! All chapters might not get edited until the whole thing is finished but I will do my best to insure the plot still flows smoothly. If you see any mistakes please let me know!

Chapter 5- 1912
Sunday, April 7^th, 1912 08:07am
Draco felt the warm rays of sunshine press down on his face. He felt rather comfortable as he slowly woke from his sleeping state. His arm was wrapped around something petite and it made him wanted to just lay there forever as he smelled the soothing scent of vanilla-rose again.
‘He really could melt away in this scent and he would be perfectly okay with it…wait!’
His eyes shot open and he stared down at the girl he held in his arms. He must have rolled into to her in his sleep last night. He was having another one of his horrible nightmares and most likely grasped on to her for support. They were very close to the edge of her side of the bed. Not wanting to be caught holding her, he jerked his body and sat up quickly. He must have jerk a little too hard in his shocked state, because he heard a loud thud hit the floor.
“OW, WHAT THE HELL!”
He saw Granger look around in confusion from the floor. She probably thought she rolled herself off the bed. Finally catching his eyes, her face turned sour at the realization of what happened.
“Bloody hell Malfoy, that was rude.”
“Sorry, had a nightmare,” he smirked “I woke up and realized it was still going on; seeing as you’re still here.”
“Prat!”
“Bookworm!”
“Ferret!”
“Beaver!”
“Cockroach!”
“Know-it-all!”
“Ugh! Why are you even on my side of the bed anyway?” she asked as she started to stand up and straighten her dress.
“Like a said…nightmare.” It was only a half-truth really. He did have a nightmare but he wasn’t about to tell her he used her for emotional support in his sleep.
She seemed to have believed him because her face fell in into what looked like pity.
“I don’t want your pity Granger. So you can stop right now before you say something to piss me off.”
He swung his legs around to rest them off the edge of the bed.
“I wasn’t going to pity you Malfoy…I…I get them too sometimes you know?” She moved to sit on the edge next to him. “Usually, about things that happened during the war. Last night was the first time, in a long time, I didn’t have a nightmare.”
Being curious he wanted to ask her what hers entailed. He turned to face her and ask but noticed her head bowed as she looked at her forearm. He instantly knew then. She dreamt of the night she was tortured at Malfoy Manor by his sadistic Aunt Bellatrix. He too had the same kind of nightmares. He was glad his aunt was dead; he hated her, but now he hated her even more.
Draco couldn’t comprehend why he felt so bad for the muggle-born girl sitting next to him. But he could recall her screams as she looked to him in the Manor. Pleading with him to help her as his crazy aunt carved into her flesh, and he did nothing. In most of his nightmares, he could feel himself wanting to run to Granger and help her, but every time he tried, his body wouldn’t move. He was always frozen, always watching, and never able to look away as she cried out in pain.
He stood up and moved to stand in front of her. She looked up at him. He knew she was waiting for him to insult her. It’s something the old Draco would have done; he would have reveled in her moment of weakness just now. Not this time though. No, this time he wouldn’t mock her. This time he wouldn’t make her feel worthless, like he has felt his entire life. With sadness in his eyes he looked down at her.
“I’m sorry Hermione.”
That was all he said. That’s all he could say. He couldn’t bring himself to say how sorry he was for everything he had ever done to her; all the insults and practical jokes made at her expense. He couldn’t apologize for all the times he called her Mudblood and laughed as she ran away crying. But he WAS sorry. And he felt all that emotion pour into that three word apology. He hoped she understood just how much he really meant it.
Walking away from her, he made his way towards the en-suite, and closed the door behind him. It was too much. He walked over to tub to sit on its edge but his back slid down the porcelain material as he crumbled to the tiled ground. Putting his elbows on his knees he placed his face in his hands. Warm tears started to form in his eyes and no matter how hard he tried to hold them back, they wouldn’t listen.
If Draco had stayed a little longer after apologizing, he would have noticed the brunette’s shocked face. He not only just called her Hermione, but he apologized to her as well. It was the most sincere apology he has ever given; not including the one he tried to give to Professor Dumbledore before his untimely death in the astronomy tower. No, if Draco would have stayed he would have noticed the girl’s hatred of him turn to kindness.
The en-suite door opened, but Draco didn’t notice.
‘This was too much. It was all too much.’
He felt soft hands touch his knees but he didn’t look up.
“Malfoy?” Hermione said quietly
He still didn’t move. His tears subsided some but he was too embarrassed to look at. He didn’t want her to see him crying. He wouldn’t even let his mother see him cry. It was bad enough having Saint Potter catch him break down in the loo in sixth year. He wanted to fling her off him. He wanted to push her away and curse her out for touching him, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. He felt frozen just like he always was in his nightmares. He felt her hands move from his knees to his fingers. She peeled his hands from his face but he turned away so she couldn’t look at him.
“Malfoy…it’s okay. Can you…can you please look at me?” she pleaded not letting go of his hands.
He still refused to look at her. He didn’t want this to be another thing she could hold over his head and bring up in an argument later down the line, if there ever was a later. He didn’t know. After today they might go their separate ways and never speak to each other again.
He felt his head turn to her has she placed her small fingers on his chin. He sucked up all pride he had left as he let himself look into her brown eyes.
‘She had the most additive caramel eyes.’
He didn’t curse himself for his thought that time. He knew it was true. He wouldn’t tell her that but it didn’t hurt to think it. She wasn’t a Legilimen that he knew of and he was a master at Occlumency, so his thoughts where safe with himself.
Looking him dead in the eye he heard her speak four words he never thought he would ever hear her say to him.
“Draco…I forgive you.”
X
Sunday, April 7^th, 1912 08:25am
Hermione was crouched holding Malfoys chin with one of his hands in hers. She told him she forgave him and she meant it. She didn’t do it though, just for him. Although he looked like he really needed to hear it. She did it for herself as well. After all he did apologize and she wanted to move forward with her life; forget past childhood rivalries.
After he said those words to her only moments ago, she felt all hatred for him die. Her brain rattled all over the place trying to decipher what just occurred. He had always been a prat and she expected him to mock her for having bad dreams, but he didn’t. It was a simple apology, he not only called her by her first name but there was in-depth meaning behind the three words he spoke. It was like he was apologizing for more than just her torture; he was apologizing for everything bad he ever did to her.
“Wha…Why?” He questioned. He was looking at her like a deer caught in headlights. “I…I don’t understand.”
“Well…to quote Chiara Gizzi, ‘Let go of the past, but keep the lessons it taught you.’ Sometimes you just have to forgive…but not forget. I won’t forget the things you have done Draco. But I am willing to move past them and be civil…if you’re willing. ”
He nodded his head.“Th…thank you.” The words stuttered off his lips.
Hermione smiled and slowly stood up, her hand still holding his to help him up. Releasing her hold she walked over to the sink and turned the tap on cold. Taking the hand towel off the wall she started to soak it in the water. She handed it to Malfoy and as he rubbed the towel on his face, she heard her stomach growl.
“Maybe we should get some food.” She heard him say after a few moments of silence. “We can head to the kitchens if you want?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. We can head to town afterwards too. See if we can get a taxi or bus home.”
“Okay.” He shrugged his shoulders and started for the door.
After they grabbed their things from the room and tidied up, they walked down the long corridors in silence to the kitchens, in the West Wing. Hermione stepped into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw Malfoy step up next to her from the corner of her eye.
“Does this kitchen seem a little…old fashion to you?” she questioned while looking around.
She made her way over to stove. It looked like a gas stove from the early 1900’s. Confused she walked over to the refrigerator; it too looked like it belonged in a museum. But the weird thing was is that it didn’t look old; it actually looked brand new and there wasn’t a speck of dust on it anywhere. Opening it up she saw it was full of food. She grabbed 2 apples from the shelf and continued to look around.
‘Maybe it’s just the type of theme the Malfoy’s were going for? Speaking of Malfoy’s where did Draco go?’
Malfoy? Where are you?” she looked around the kitchen but didn’t see him anywhere.
“I’m over here.” He called out “But uh…Granger…You might want to come see this.”
Hermione made her way over to the spacious butler’s pantry that was hidden around a very large cabinet. Hitting her knee on the corner of the island in the process, she walked in expecting to find something intriguing.
“What is it?” she asked leaning against the counter. Setting the apples down in front of Malfoy, she started rubbing her knee with her hand. She knew it was going to bruise but at the moment, her knee was the least of her worries. There, in Malfoy’s hand was a newspaper. She didn’t really think anything of it until he handed it to her. Reading the head line isn’t what made her blood freeze. No, what made her panic was the date written in the top right hand corner.
Saturday, April 6^th, 1912
TITANIC SET TO DEPART SOUTHAMPTON ON APRIL 10TH!
TICKETS STILL AVAILABLE SEE PAGE 3 FOR MORE DETAILS

“This is a joke right? Please tell me this is a joke!” she heard Malfoy’s panic state.
She raised her head with her mouth gaped open. Looking at Malfoy, with his arms crossed, she tried to figure out what was going on.
‘This has to be yesterday’s paper. Today is the seventh not the sixth. Titanic? Why does that sound so familiar? Forget about it for now, it’s not important! Why in Godric’s name does the date say 1912?’
“No! This can’t be! How? I…I don’t understand. This isn’t possible, we didn’t use a time turner-” she started to ramble but froze.
Fifty different thoughts rushed through her brain at once. It wasn’t until she glanced at her bracelet and saw that the stone was gone. Looking up at Malfoy she noticed his watch and it finally clicked. She dropped the paper and grabbed his wrist so quickly, he flinched.
“Where did you get this? Where?” She demanded.
“What?” He asked ripping his arm from her grasp. “It’s a watch Granger! It doesn’t have anything to do with that newspaper saying the year is 19 fucking 12?”
“IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT! WHERE DID YOU GET IT?” She screamed. She was losing her patients. She needed to know and she needed to know now. If it is what she thinks it is. They are utterly screwed.
“MY FATHER OKAY! What is this about Granger? I don’t appreciate the interrogation or the fact that you’re manhandling me!”
“That stone! That stone that I saw in your watch yesterday! It’s gone!” She pointed at his watch. He looked down and sure enough the stone was missing.
“WHAT THE FUCK GRANGER? THAT STONE WAS A FAMILY HEIRLOOM! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?” He yelled while looking like he was about to murder her.
“NOTHING!” she screamed throwing her hands in the air. “You don’t understand! If I am correct, which I usually am, that stone is extremely rare. So rare there was only four in existence. Two were used to aid in the development of time turners, one was given to you as an heirloom, that I am assuming has been passed down from generation to generation, and one was given to me by Harry, that used to belong to the House of Black! It was in my bracelet and now it’s gone!”
“What are you saying? That the stones threw us back in time 100 years? How is that possible and how do you even know all this?” he asked not believing a word she was saying.
“89 years actually, but yes, that is exactly what I am saying! Those stones are called Tunc Lapis, otherwise known as Time Stones. I knew I recognized it when Harry gave me my bracelet, I just could figure out how I recognized it. I had read about them back in third year when Professor McGonagall first gave me a time turner-”
“Wait you had a time turner in third year-”
“That’s not the point right now Malfoy! The point is that when Pansy pushed me into you at the ball the stones connected. The stones aren’t supposed to touch each other unless the user or users are intending to travel long distant through time. That explains why there was only one stone in each family.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re saying this is Pansy’s fault? I knew she would be the one to ruin my life-”
“MALFOY!”
“WHAT?”
“Now is not the time to be joking around! We are stuck in the past and we need to figure out how to get back! We can’t disapparate for a reason! That’s one of the rules of time travel-”
“I wasn’t joking, but okay smart one! You’re the one who has read about them. How the hell do we get back?”
“Well…we have to find the stones of this time and connect them in the same place we were when the stones were first used, bringing us here.”
“That’s just great! How the hell are we supposed to find two ultra-rare stones in this time period?” He asked frustrated.
“I don’t know.” She admitted.
“Of course you don’t, because it’s next to impossible Granger!”
“WELL WE DON’T REALLY HAVE A CHOICE, NOW DO WE?”
She watched as he leaned against the opposite counter crossing his arms in defeat. She really didn’t know how they were supposed to find the stones, if they even could find them. She only knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but they had to try.
“So why the hell is there no floo powder anywhere?” he asked a little calmer.
“Shit! I forgot about the floo powder. Wait; give me a minute.” She stated while holding up her hand.
“The powder was invented in the thirteenth century by Ignatia Wildsmith-”
“Okay but that doesn’t explain why there isn’t any here. It cost two Sickles a scoop, I’m sure my ancestors could afford that.” He added.
“I know. There wasn’t ever a shortage reported and every wizarding household carries a stock of it…wait a minute-”
“What? What is it?” he asked almost excitingly.
“It was temporarily band for four years in 1909 due to a manufacturing default. Someone was mixing human ash into the mixtures as a prank and people were being sent to hospitals with multiple limbs that weren’t theirs. They had to recall it until they could find the culprit.”
“Perfect! We got thrown back in time one year too fucking early!”
“Malfoy, there is one more thing you should know.” She said softly.
“Like what? It’s not like my day could get any worse!”
“Going this far back in time…it…it’s not like using a time turner-” she started.
“That much I figured out for myself; thanks.”
“No Draco, please just listen to me. Going back a few hours is one thing. The present still continues while you catch up to it. Going back years…it-”
She couldn’t figure out the right words to explain without it sounding bad. Well it was bad; no matter how she put it.
He raised an eye brow at her. “Going back years… what Granger? Spit it out.”
She looked at him as if her world was crumbling around her.
“Going back this far in time…it makes it so the present no longer exists. Time in 2001 is frozen in place, it’s…it’s no longer moving forward…no one knows we are gone.”
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