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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 LettucePrey, for the correction in Chater 5 and for your review :) I did fix the mistake.

Chapter 6- Lost and Found
Sunday, April 7^th, 1912 09:43am
‘That’s just fucking great! Nothing seems to be going well in the slightest.’ Draco thought.
Tired of thinking about it, he backed off the counter he was leaning on, grabbed one of the apples Granger placed in front of him earlier, and started to walk off.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“To search the place.” He declared while spinning around to face her. He took a single bite from the juicy green apple and resumed. “If everything you just said is true then there isn’t anything we can do about until we find the stones. My father said the stone was supposed to bring luck to the wearer,” ‘A lot of bloody good it’s done me.’ “But no one knew its true significance. It has been passed through the family for generations so its real purpose must have gotten lost over time, I guarantee you the one I had, is either here or at the Manor.”
Turning on his heels he started making his way back to the entrance of the kitchen.
“Brilliant!” he heard her exclaim as she followed him out of the pantry.
The duo found some clothing in the closet of the bedroom they were staying in and changed out of their formal wear; putting their old outfits into Granger’s extendable handbag. They also decided to hide their valuables in the bag for safe keeping since the accessories were too modern looking.
The clothes were simple, made of high end silk. The clothing was most definitely relaxation outfits made for first class citizens, which pleased Draco’s ego. Granger dressed in the bathroom and came out wearing a plain, short-sleeved, cream colored, floor length dress, with dark brown buttons framing the whole left side of the gown, keeping it closed. She looked nice; almost like she was made for era. The dress suited her well and still showed off some curvature. He on the other hand, was wearing a plain white pique shirt and black trousers with suspenders. Refusing to pull them over his shoulders, he let them stay hanging on his hips. There was a waistcoat that went with the outfit but since he wasn’t going outside, Draco opted to not wear it. All-in-all they looked like the belonged in the time period.
Once they were dressed, Granger had charmed her heels into flats for comfortability and his shoes in the Oxford style of the 1900’s. Feeling satisfied with their look, they headed out of the room to begin their expedition. They searched everywhere possible for the stone; only stopping for short breaks to eat and use the restroom. With a castle that large, the search took them the whole day before Draco decided to relinquish their mission around 9 o’clock that night. Both tired and drained from walking all day, they headed back to the bedroom.
“I give up. It’s not here. It must be in the Manor.” Draco announced as he threw himself backwards onto the bed, covering his eyes with his arm.
“We can go into the city tomorrow morning and take a car to the Manor. We would have to come up with a way to get in though. You can’t just waltz in saying you’re a Malfoy and start searching the place. There is no way anyone would believe you and we can’t tell anyone we’re from the future. Also sneaking in would be highly risky.” Granger explained.
“So what do you suppose we do then?” he asked sitting up.
“We can always come up with aliases. We are also going to need some money for a car.” She suggested.
“Oh I have money, that’s not an issue; I always carry at least a thousand Galleons on me at all times for in case of emergencies.”
“Merlin’s beard Malfoy, that’s five thousand pounds! What kind of emergency are you preparing for that you would need that much money on your person?”
“I’d say being stuck 89 years in the past qualifies as an emergency; don’t you?” he mentioned with a grunt. “Besides, I’m rich remember? That’s what muggles would call chump change to me.”
She stared at him like he was crazy. It’s not like he couldn’t afford to carry that much money on him. It’s not like it was heavy; he sometimes forgets he even has it on him. But to be honest, he was only carrying that much because he wanted to pre-order the newest Firebolt Thunder that was being released in a month.
Chuckling, Draco shook his head as he stood up from the bed and walked over a cart that sat by the fireplace and started to pour himself a glass of bourbon. Looking over at Granger still hovering by the bed, he raised the crystal decanter in a silent method to ask if she wanted any. She shook her head no as she made her way over to sit in one of the throne like chairs.
“So we are good on money but we will need to exchange it for muggle currency, so we’ll have to find a wizarding bank. We also still need to come up with fake identities.”
He took a sip from his glass and sat down on other chair opposite from her. Finding a wizarding bank wouldn’t be hard so he tried thinking of a few surnames they could both use instead. He figured they would need a pureblood name in order to gain access to the Manor as there was no way they would let anyone of lesser blood in. He started making a mental list of names in that category, but only came up with one he was willing to use.
“What about Zabini?”
He saw her stop her processing of thinking and shake her head no.
“That won’t work. The Zabini’s are too close to the Malfoy family. They would instantly recognize that we weren’t part of the family…wait a minute. Are you insinuating we both take the same last name? ...Like we would pretend to be married?”
“Why not? It would be the easiest to explain and we wouldn’t have to come up with two different pureblood surnames.”
She looked at him with a questioning face but she seemed to have accepted his answer since she nodded her head, but she kept looking at him like she wanted to say more.
“And before you say anything Granger, it’s not like I want to pretend to be married to you either. It’s just the simplest way to go about this. Its temporary, so don’t get used to it. We might have agreed to be civil after my break down this morning, but we aren’t friends. Speaking of which, you will NEVER see that happen again, nor will you speak of it to anyone. It never happened.”
He saw her lips fall in to a frown and he instantly felt bad. He couldn’t understand why he didn’t like seeing her upset, so he decided to brush off the thought for now. It wasn’t like he was lying to her; they weren’t friends, nor did he ever see them becoming friends and he definitely wasn’t going to let her see him in that state again.
‘She isn’t terrible company though and she didn’t seem to mind his break down. She actually seemed to care. He had never had anyone care like that before.’
“Okay, well how about Lovegood?” she asked, choosing to instead continue with the topic they were originally on.
“Fuck no!”
“Just, hear me out Malfoy.” She leaned forward so her elbows were resting on her knees. “The Lovegood’s aren’t close to your family and they were never sorted into Slytherin house, so the idea of your ancestors recognizing the faux relationship is minimal. They are also purebloods with blonde hair, very similar to your own. I think it can work. We would just tell them that we are on a holiday, saw the beautiful mansion, and just had to stop to ask for a tour.”
Draco took a moment to contemplate what he had just heard. She wasn’t wrong. In fact everything she said had made perfect sense. However he hated the idea of being called a Lovegood, and he most definitely wasn’t happy about his decision to agree with it, but it was the most logical choice.
“Fine, whatever. I guess it’ll work.”
“Perfect!” she exclaimed as she stood up and started for the bed. “We’ll head down to the city in the morning. Are you coming to bed?”
“I’ll be there shortly. I’m just going to stay up for a little bit.” He replied taking another sip of this drink and setting it on an end table.
“Okay.”
She crawled into bed but Draco saw out of the corner of his eye, her gearing up to ask another question. He was tired of her constant questioning but at least she was talking to him. He liked that she was being herself around him. If there was one thing he hated the most, it was people being fake. He also took notice that she wasn’t hugging the edge of the bed like she was last night. Not that he minded. He had never slept next to another person. Not even after sex. He was a fuck and chuck kind of guy. But lying next to her last night made him feel calmer in a way he never knew he could.
“Hey Malfoy?” She asked.
“Yeah?”
“I know you hate when I constantly ask questions but-” It was almost like she was reading his mind. “Why do you think there is a castle full of fresh food and clothing but no one around, that we have seen, to stock it?”
He took a moment to think it over. “Back in the present, the staff would only come to The Castle before and after a huge event; for preparations and clean up…Oh shit!” He stood up so fast he almost knocked the chair he was sitting in, over.
“What? What is it?”
She looked worried now. He didn’t mean to worry her but the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
“The Malfoy staff has stuck to the same schedule for centuries, in every estate we own, including this one! We didn’t have house elves back...well now… but I know we had house maids and every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday they would come in the morning to tidy up…there is no way we can stay here after tonight. They will find us for sure and I doubt we are going to be able to stay at the Manor.”
“We can always try to find a hotel or something in city. I mean sharing a room with you isn’t that bad. I can also handle searching the manor, but… I don’t think I could actually stay there, even if they offered.” She claimed while lowering her head.
“Oh…Sorry. I…I wasn’t thinking.”
The act of saying sorry to her seemed to come easier to him after the first time, but he didn’t want to keep doing it. It wasn’t like him to apologize for anything. He made a mental note to stop doing things he would later want to apologize for.
“It’s okay.” She smiled at him.
He liked when she smiled at him. It was so warm and caring, but it made all his blood rush to the lower half of his body.
‘Shit stop! She might be attractive since graduating, that I can admit, but she is not someone you want to fuck. Think of something else! Anything else…McGonagall! …Yes that works. Oh thank Salazar.’
“If they do allow you to stay there I can always get a room somewhere else. We can meet up every day until we find the stones, then head back here. I have some muggle money in my handbag so I’ll be okay.” She suggested.
“Ehem. Yeah, okay. We can do that.”
He cleared his throat again and turned away from her, not wanting her to catch the expression of lust bulging from his in his pants. He also didn’t want her to see his disappointed face admit that he didn’t want to stay at the manor without her. She was starting to grow on him as a friend. He didn’t like her like that no matter how much his dick said so.
‘It had been awhile, so it was only human nature for his body to react to a woman the way it did. She was being way to nice to him and his body couldn’t handle it. Yes that’s it.’
He watched her from the corner of his eye, as she laid down facing the inside of the bed. He turned his head around completely to face the fire place and tried to take his mind off what his body was thinking was acceptable.
‘Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being friends with her. She did admit sharing a room with him wasn’t terrible, and they have been getting along fairly well. The little lioness was also is one hell of a fighter in sticky situations.’
He finished his thought while rubbing his nose at the memory of her punching him. After a few minutes of being mesmerized by the flames of the fire, and finally calming his lower region down; he walked to the other side of the bed. Looking down at Hermione’s sleeping face, he managed a smile. It wasn’t a forced smile either, it was genuine and he didn’t regret it. Scooting himself under the covers he faced her and closed his eyes.
‘Yes, being friends with the Gryffindor Princess wouldn’t be so bad. That type of soul is hard to come by and Salazar knows the struggles he has been through. He had lost so many people in his life due to his actions. Only Blaise and Theo stuck around, but even they were hardly around anymore. Pansy was another story completely and there was no way in hell he was going to stay friends with her after what she did. No, he could use a good friend…a real one…and not just in this time period. He needed a real friend when or even if they get back, as well.’
X
Monday, April 8^th, 1912 09:15am
Hermione woke to the feeling of warm breath on her face. Snapping her eyes open, she saw Draco fast asleep. He was so close to her. Any other day, she would have pushed him away or even yelled at him but this time was different. If anyone would have told her a few days ago that she would allow the man that was once her enemy, this close to her face, she would have hexed them on the spot. She wanted to break his mold and be his friend. He wasn’t so bad once his walls were down.
She studied his face as he slept. She had never seen him this close up before and it made her curious. His eyelashes were long and beautiful, but his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was having a bad dream. She could see the worry lines that lay across his forehead. She felt sorry for him. Not the kind of sorry that was almost pity, but the type of sorry that meant she knew what he was going through.
‘He looks so broken.’
Without realizing she was even doing it, Hermione lifted her right hand and started to stroke his cheek. She let the tips of her fingers slide up his jaw and across the top of his right brow. His face relaxed instantly and he looked peaceful. She continued to trace around his face, down the bridge of his nose, landing on his lips. She was so focused on his lips that she didn’t notice his eyes were now open, looking down at her. As she continued her strokes to back to his jaw, she felt a hand quickly grab her wrist.
Realizing he was awake, she was embarrassed for getting caught touching him and looked down at his chest. He loosened his grip somewhat but was still holding on to her wrist as she reluctantly looked back up at him. She was ready to apologize but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt soft lips on hers. Her eyes went wide and she panicked inside her head.
Malfoy was kissing her, and he was doing it willingly. It took Hermione a few second to comprehend what was happening, before she started to kiss him back. He flicked his tongue on her lips, asking for permission. Parting her lips for him he deepened the kiss; rolling her slightly on her back as he leaned into her. He released the hold on her wrist as she went to slip her fingers through his hair.
The kiss started fast but ended just as quick. He threw himself off her like he had just touched acid and jumped off the bed. He sped to the bathroom leaving a stunned Hermione behind.
‘What the hell was that?’ she thought leaning her body up on her elbows.
Rubbing her hand down her face she sat up fully and swung her legs off the side of the bed. She couldn’t understand what just occurred between them.
‘Just last night he said they weren’t friends, so why did he just kiss her? And why did he run away like it was a mistake…was it a mistake?’
She grabbed her wand and handbag off the nightstand. After charming her bedhead to look smooth again she headed out of the room. She wasn’t ready to ask Malfoy about the kiss just yet and felt they both could have used some space, so she decided to head down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Sitting on a stool at the island she started to cut up an apple when she heard a noise. She wasn’t gone that long and figured Malfoy was still in the bedroom where she left him. She slowly stood up and made her way to the kitchen door. Casting a silencing spell on the door she opened it and heard voices she didn’t recognize.
“-and I want all of our bags sent up to the Master suite. Oh and do hurry will you? I want tea set up in the garden before ten.”
“Yes, Madam Malfoy.”
‘Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.’
“Aquila my beautiful wife, an owl has just arrived with our tickets to board the Titanic!” She heard a male voice say. “We are all set to sail to America the day after tomorrow.”
“Why that is lovey news dear.”
Risking a glimpse, Hermione cracked the door open a little more to get a better view. She saw a very wealthy looking couple standing in the corridor. The woman seemed poised as she stood in front of her well put together husband, both wearing day clothes similar to what she and Malfoy were already wearing. Taking a closer look she saw the two tickets in the man’s hand, which he had mentioned just moments ago. What she didn’t expect to see, was there on the woman’s left hand; sat a ring with something that looked very red and very shiny.
‘The stone! Godric, that’s why they couldn’t find it in the castle, Malfoy’s ancestor is wearing it as a wedding ring…Shit Malfoy!’
Fearing the Slytherin Prince getting caught, Hermione did the only thing she could think of. She slowly closed the door and made her way over to the window across the room.
“Expecto Patronum.” She whispered as she thought of her happiest memory.
Giving her otter Patronus the message that the Malfoy ancestors were in the castle, she sent it off to Draco; praying it wouldn’t be spotted in the process. She made her way back over to the kitchen entrance, opening it just a little, to see if the couple had moved. Relieved they had, she cast another silencing spell on her feet. She squeezed herself through the crack, closing the door as she went and began her trek back to the bedroom.
Out of breath from running almost the whole way she barged into the room and crashed directly into a wall. She started falling over, but the wall seemed to have sprouted arms because she never hit the floor. Instead she was righted up and faced a scared looking Draco.
“Granger? Are you okay? I got your Patronus! Are they really here?” he asked desperately.
Shaking away the stun she received from the crash, she remembered why she was rushing.
“Yes, I’m fine but we need to get out of here now!”
She fixed the room with a simple cleaning charm to make it look like they were never there. Grabbing Malfoys’ watch from her bag, she checked the time.
‘09:42am. Good, they should be in the garden by now.’
Placing the watch back she peeked out of the door. With the corridor clear, she grabbed Malfoy’s hand and dragged him out of the room; not stopping until they reached the Main Foyer in front of the large double doors. As they were about to set foot out the, now open, entry way they were stopped by a petite voice.
“Excuse me? May I help you? Who are you and why are you trespassing on this property?”
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