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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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Chapter 7- City of Southampton
Monday, April 8^th, 1912 09:22am
‘What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do something like that?’
Draco paced in the bathroom that connected to the room the duo was staying in. He was kicking himself for what he had done. He not only just kissed Granger but he ran away. He didn’t mean to do it. Her lips just looked so delicious; he had to have a taste. It was such an invigorating kiss and he half wished it continued but he felt his dick get hard and he couldn’t risk her finding out about it. He didn’t want her. He might have agreed to be her friend but he didn’t agree with his body reacting the way it did. She was running her fingers on his face and he felt so relaxed. Never in his life had he felt a touch as soft as hers and never in his life had he felt so calm because of it.
‘She did taste amazing though. Like cinnamon apples on a warm summer day; and she reciprocated. But it meant nothing! It was a mistake and it won’t ever happen again! ’
Sitting himself down on the edge of the claw-foot tub he rubbed his face and heard the bedroom door click shut.
‘She left… She left him and didn’t even bother to check on him. Not that it matters. It’s not worth the million questions she was going ask.’
After what felt like hours, but really was only about twenty minutes, Draco stood up and left the en-suit. He plopped himself onto the bed as question after questioned popped into his head. He had to find a way to get out of talking about the kiss. He couldn’t avoid her forever since he was stuck in the blasted past with her, but he could damn well try to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to come.
As he made plans on how to dodge the questions he knew she would ask; a bright white orb appeared out of nowhere. Sitting up he noticed the orb was in the shape of an otter.
“A Patronus? Who would send me a Patronus in 1912?”
“Malfoy!” the otter spoke “Your ancestors are in the castle. I’ll explain everything later but we need to leave. Stay quiet and stay out of sight. I’ll be back soon.”
‘Shit!’
He jumped off the bed and grabbed his wand. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to risk heading out to find Granger, but he didn’t want to stay in the room either. After about five minutes of pacing he walked to the door; making up his mind to leave. As he went to grab the handle, the door swung open, almost hitting him in the face. He felt something hard hit his chest. Instinctively he reached out and righted the person falling to the floor.
“Granger? Are you okay? I got your Patronus! Are they really here?” he desperately asked.
She shook her head as if to shake off the sudden impact and looked up at him.
“Yes, I’m fine but we need to get out of here now!”
She took his watch out of her bag and looked at it. He thought it was a little strange that she was checking the time now when they should be making their way out of the place. He saw her peek her head out of the door and before he had a chance question the woman about what she was doing, he felt her grip his hand and drag him behind her. They made it to the main entrance and were about to walk out when a voice made his blood run cold.
“Excuse me? May I help you? Who are you and why are you trespassing on this property?”
Stunned and not knowing what else to do. The duo slowly turned around to face a woman. It was a handmaiden and she was looking cautiously at them. Draco could see her fingers grasping a wand in the front pocket of her apron, so thinking as fast as he could; he straightened himself up as he tried remembering how to speak like a gentleman, and he let whatever bullshit he could muster fall from his mouth.
“Our apologies, Miss-”
“…Applegate sir.” The maid responded hesitantly.
“Miss Applegate. My name is Draco Lovegood and this here is my wife Hermione.” He claimed, while slipping his arm around Granger’s lower back. He could feel her tense up and he blamed himself. He didn’t need the awkwardness of their kiss making this predicament worse.
‘Their kiss? Yes. It was theirs and theirs only.’
Removing the thought from his head he continued on to the more important task at hand. They had just been caught in the castle and he needed to come up with a good lie. He removed his hand off the small of Granger’s back and harnessed his inner Slytherin. Remembering what was said last night about their identities, he came up with the perfect excuse.
“We just got married a few days ago and we are currently on our honeymoon. While we were taking a morning stroll, the Mrs.’s saw this beautiful castle and she just had to see inside as she is fascinated by renaissance castles. I wanted to make her happy, so we knocked on the door but received no answer. The place looked abandon and for lack of better judgment we came in to take a tour. We did not know anyone lived here. I sincerely apologize for the misconception and shock we have put you through.”
‘If that didn’t work then we’ll just have to obliviate her.’ He thought.
“I see…Congratulations on your marriage. I am truly sorry for not showing my hospitality. We do not usually get visitor unless an event is being thrown and the Malfoy’s have only just arrived. Would you like to meet them? They are having tea in the garden and I am sure they would love to show you around.”
‘She believed him? Hmm this might be easier than expected.’
“No need to worry yourself over a misunderstanding. We appreciate your kindness but we really must be going. We have a few things we need to do in the city before lunch.”
With a nod of his head he took his pretend wife’s hand in his and headed for the door. The handmaiden followed to see them out.
“If you have any spare time during your stay, I am sure the Malfoy’s would love to give your wife a tour of the castle. They will be leaving Tuesday morning to sail on the grandest ship to America on holiday. After tomorrow I am afraid no one will be able to assist you.”
He could feel Granger turn around and with a soft voice she finally spoke to the woman.
“You are too kind Miss. Applegate, however we do have a tight schedule planned out for us already and we will unfortunately not be able to make it back in time. It would be so lovely to one day, talk over the details of this wondrous architecture with Mrs. Malfoy. Perhaps that day will be soon, as we too are going to be sailing on the Titanic.” She announced.
Draco looked at her in shock, but quickly smiled so the handmaiden didn’t catch on to his surprised face. He didn’t know what Granger had planned but he had no other choice but to trust her. She wasn’t called the smartest witch of her age for nothing.
“Oh how exciting! I do hope to see you on the ship. Hopefully you get to meet the Malfoy’s; they really are a wonderful couple.”
With a few smiles given as a goodbye, the faux couple made their way down the path and through the gates. Waiting until they were out of view, Draco released the hand he was holding and spun around to face the little lioness.
“What the hell was that? Since when are we going to be sailing on a ship?” He angrily asked.
“That’s what I told you I would explain later…I found the stone.”
“You…You found it? How? Where is it? Let me see?” He pleaded.
“I don’t have it-”
“What do you mean you don’t have it? You just said you found it!”
“You really need to stop interrupting me.” She looked at him as if waiting for him to interrupt again but he instead crossed his arms and waited for her to continue.
“As I was saying; I don’t have it because the stone at the moment resides in Mrs. Malfoys wedding ring.”
“Fuck”
“Yes, well we can’t go back in there. We have no way of retrieving the stone out of her ring unless she takes it off. I don’t really see her doing that anytime soon, except to bathe, if she even takes it off for that. It would also be extremely risky to sneak in now, seeing as we pretty much told the maid that we broke in. Also, I overheard them talking earlier; before I sent you the Patronus. They just received their tickets today. The will most definitely be on that ship.”
“So we get on the Titan?”
“Titanic. And yes.” She corrected.
“Granger that ship is going to America! How are we supposed to find the other stone, if we are on a different continent?”
“Easy. Well not easy I guess, but it will be once we get an international port-key. This is our only shot Malfoy. It will be hard to find them again after that ship sets sail.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I mean I’m not entirely thrilled to be sailing across the world but we don’t really have much of a choice. It was hard enough coming up with one lie to get us out of the castle. I don’t really want to try to come up with another if we get caught sneaking in.”
“Nice job, by the way…on the lie. You really did save us back there.”
His lips formed a half smile as she complimented him. That was the first time he had ever heard her praise him for doing something. Not even back in school, when he surpassed her by 2 points in the Potions NEWT, did she tell him good job. He liked the feeling of the compliment, even if the praise was for a lie.
Turning on his heels he started to walk down the street towards the city. He heard Grangers foots steps behind him as she tried to catch up. His long legs were no match for her, so he slowed his pace down to allow her some time to follow in step.
“So we go to the bank first then what? She questioned.
“We don’t need a car anymore since we aren’t going to the Manor, so I supposed we can get a room somewhere then buy the tickets.”
“Brilliant. I hope we aren’t too late for the tickets” She began. “I would rather not have to sneak on to fully packed ship.”
Hiding a smirk, the pair continued their long walk down to the city of Southampton.
X
Monday, April 8^th, 1912 10:45am
They had walked well over an hour and Hermione was tired. The walk took longer than they expected but they finally made it to the city. It was huge, with shops for everything you could think of down all the streets. There was one main street that had all the major stores so they headed down that way. She didn’t know how Malfoy knew that the bank they stood in front of was a wizarding bank, and she was too exhausted to even ask. So she decided to sit down on a bench outside the building. While she waited for him to exchange his Galleons for pounds she did what muggles called, people watching.
This era was so different from 2001. Most of the streets were made of cobble stone but this one was paved. She saw a few Brass Era cars, not that she knew what they were called, pass by with what looked like upper class families riding in the back. There were so many people walking on the sidewalk, it was hard to watch just one. There were children playing in the street and she noticed a group of three of four boys playing a game of Knucklebone or more commonly referred to as Jacks. A little girl sat off to the side of them brushing the hair on her wooden doll. Women strolled along carrying parasols. Some were open, blocking the sun from their skin, and some were closed and used like a cane. The men dressed as a gentleman should. Their tuxedos were pristine; there wasn’t a wrinkle in sight. There were also some men, women, and children that looked to be part of a lower class, hurrying along but avoiding anyone that looked to have come from money.
Before she could watch anymore Malfoy walked out of the bank with a huge grin plastered to his face.
“What? Did they recognize you as a Malfoy and treat you like a god?” She joked.
“Ha-ha. No, but apparently the exchange rate in 1912 is a lot higher than I thought.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…that your calculations of one thousand Galleons equals about five thousand Pounds was wrong.” He stated still not telling her how much it was really worth.
“Impossible. I did the math; it equals exactly five thousand Pounds.”
Yeah, in 2001 Granger. We are 89 years in the past. Inflation hasn’t caught up yet.”
She stared at him in shock. She forgot about inflation. She quick did the math in head, while Malfoy stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to figure it out. 1 Galleon in 2001 was equivalent to 5 Pounds, so 1,000 times 5 equals 5,000 but with 89 years of inflation rates she didn’t know; she couldn’t finish her equation.
“Malfoy I don’t know the exact rate but if what you are telling me is true then I’d have to guess that you have at least fifty thousand pounds on you!”
“87 thousand, actually.”
Her eyes bulged as she looked at him. His face was serious. He really had that much money on him. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times as if she wants to say something but was still in shock.
‘What the hell were they going to do with 87,000 pounds? He could buy half the town with that kind of money!’
“I…wha…but…yo…and…OH MY GOD MALFOY!”
He quickly covered her mouth with his hand.
“Damn it Granger! Don’t cause a scene. I’m not a Malfoy here remember? Do you want someone to try and rob us?”
She shook her head no and he dropped his hand.
“What the hell are we supposed to do with all that?” She whispered.
“I can think of one thing…Let’s go shopping shall we.”
She followed him as he made his way down the street. They stopped at a shop to get some new clothes and luggage to blend in and Malfoy finally fixed his attire. He pulled the suspenders over his shoulders and put on a dark waistcoat. After he finished dressing, they made their way to a hat store. The pair goofed off as they tried on a variety of different ones.
“That hat suits you Mr. Lovegood.” She expressed with a large smile.
“And…that one definitely does not suit you.”
She giggled as he took the hat off her and looked around the shop. He placed a wide brim Edwardian hat that was white with a red ribbon, on her head. It had two faux roses where the ribbon met tied in a bow.
“That one works a lot better for you Mrs. Lovegood.”
She looked at herself in the gold framed mirror. He was right. It did look good on her.
‘He always did have good fashion taste.’
They finished their shopping and checked out. They headed down the street a ways and made a left towards a hotel.
“Merlin’s beard!” She expressed as she stopped in her tracks.
“What?”
She saw him out of the corner of her eye follow the path she was looking. There it was. Standing at about twelve stories high and around three Quidditch pitch lengths, was grandest ship she had ever seen. The Titanic. Its’ four smokestacks that sat on the upper deck added about 5 more stories to the ships height totaling about 17 stories high. It was beautiful, but Hermione has a strange feeling. Like it wasn’t the first time she had seen it.
“Bloody hell!” she heard Malfoy say as he let out a whistle. “That’s the ship?”
“I am assuming so. It’s so much bigger than I imagined. But…something is off.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I don’t know. There is just something wrong about this. I can’t put my finger on it. I feel like I’ve seen this ship before but I can’t place where.”
“Maybe you read about it? With all the books I have seen you read at Hogwarts, it wouldn’t surprise me if you forgot.”
“I did read a lot back then didn’t I?” she uttered releasing a chuckle. “It’ll come back to me eventually. Come on lets go get something to eat then we can go get tickets.” She suggested.
They made their way over to a small restaurant and waited to be seated. A hostess came over to the small podium and Hermione noticed the woman eyeing Malfoy.
“Good afternoon; table for two?” she questioned as her cheeks flushed.
“Yes. My wife and I would like your best table please.” Malfoy replied.
“I’m sorry sir but that table is already booked.”
“No worries. We’ll take the next best one.”
“Of course sir, if you would follow me.” She said. Not taking her eyes off him. She didn’t even seem to notice Hermione standing next to him.
They made their way over to a table that sat in front of a window. The hostess handed Malfoy a menu first. With a wide smile she looked to have tried to brush his hand with hers before turning to Hermione. With a frown she handed her a menu. Malfoy didn’t even seem to notice, let alone care, that the woman was fawning over him. She was practically eye raping him in front of the whole restaurant and he didn’t even raise a brow.
“Would you like to hear our luncheon specials for the day?” she asked, still looking at Draco.
Hermione had had enough. It wasn’t jealousy. She could never be jealous of a woman drooling over the man sitting in front of her, but she was annoyed that she was being ignored. Grabbing Malfoys hand in hers she started to stroke it before replying to the bitch.
“No that won’t be necessary, will it dear?”
He seemed to have finally caught on as he gripped her hand back. Not even looking at the woman waiting for his response, he instead looked directly at Hermione.
“No darling. It won’t. We’ll take two glasses of your finest white wine. My wife here will take the Chicken A La Maryland and I will take the Fillets of Brill.” He finished as he handed the menu back to the hostess.
The woman looked disappointed as she took the menus and walked away.
“How do you know I’ll even like the Chicken A La Maryland?” she asked releasing his hand.
“I’ve seen you eat at Hogwarts. You always eat the chicken and that’s pretty much what that dish is.” He explained.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He had known what she ate at school.
‘Did he always watch her? That’s a little creepy. Intriguing; but creepy.’
The pair sat in silence for a few moments. She couldn’t take the quite but they didn’t really have anything to else to talk about at the present time, so she opted to people watch again out the window. After about fifteen minutes she was bored. The food had finally arrived so she placed her napkin on her lap and started to dig in. It was probably the best chicken she had tasted in a long while. She took a sip of her wine and looked up at Malfoy. He wasn’t touching his food. A few bites had been eaten but that was about it. His fork was held tightly in his grip and he was staring. Not at her, but behind her.
“Malfoy?” She whispered leaning closer to him over the table. “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”
“Behind you…That’s Dimitra Black, youngest niece to Phineas Nigellus Black. His portrait hangs in the head masters office. She was banished off the family tree for marrying a muggle.” He whispered back.
“Okay…so…why are you staring at her?”
“Hermione…She’s wearing the other stone around her neck.”
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