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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.

Chapter List
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Oh my! I just have to say thank you so much to TheFlamingDictator for your wonderful review. You made me so happy. I read your review before work today and I teared up. I was never expecting to receive such wonderful words from anyone about my story. This was the first time I have ever written a fanfiction and your words have made my day so much better. Thank you so much!
@saxman66- Thank you so also for your review! I did mention on Wattpad, but forgot to mention it on here, that Hermione doesn’t know too much about the titanic because the last 4 years, she has lived in the wizarding world. She has not seen the titanic movie that came out almost 6 months before the battle of Hogwarts. The history of Titanic was also not something that was taught in school, but during her reading of muggle books she has come across it, although she never thought much about it. She was busy at the time hunting horcrux’s and never went home to her parents, other than to obliviate them. If I remember correctly, during books 4, 5, 6 and 7, she has always stayed at the burrow over break; not wanting to risk her parents once Voldemort had returned. The stones are earlier versions but since they have gone back in time, the stones disappeard to return to where they were in that era. The Malfoy's will still be on the ship but it is unknown at the moment if they live or die :)

Chapter 8- The Second Stone
Monday, April 8^th, 1912 01:35pm
Draco was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Right behind Granger, was the second stone. It seemed like their luck just got better. They wouldn’t have to search all of England, when they come back from sailing across the world, to find the blasted little thing.
‘But how do we get it? I wish there was a way to hear what they are saying.’
“Malfoy?” She whispered leaning 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.”
He watched as Granger slowly turned in her chair. She quickly looked back at him with her eyes wide open. She reached into her bag and pulled out what looked like flesh colored string.
“Granger, what the fuck is that?” He asked still whispering as he looked around to make sure no one was watching them.
“Extendable ears.” She began with a shrug. “They used to look like real ears but after the war, George Weasley revamped them due to complaints that the ears were too noticeable…Here.”
She handed him one half of the string and started to look round. He was curious as to what the little lioness was doing but he didn’t question her. He knew she had a plan and her plans usually end up going well, so he just watched her intently.
“Play along okay?”
He nodded his head in agreement and with another quick glance around the room, he saw her move her glass of wine closer to the edge of the table in front of her. She nodded her head at him signaling her plan was about to be set in motion and purposefully, almost looking like an accident, knocked her glass onto her lap.
“OH MY!” she cried out as she stood up from her chair. Taking that as his que, Draco stood up and put on a shocked face.
“My love! Are you okay? You have spilt your wine all over your beautiful gown!” He expressed.
He grabbed his napkin and started to wipe off her dress. She stared at him in confusion. He didn’t know if it was because what he said was too much, or if it was because he was touching her again. Before he had a chance to think any more on the subject, the hostess from earlier came rushing over with a few napkins in her hand.
“Oh dear, you have ruined your gown ma’am.” The hostess claimed as she started to wipe up the spilled drink.
“Do you have a restroom Miss? I need to clean myself up.”
“Yes, yes of course. It’s that way ma’am.”
Pointing in the direction of the bathroom behind Granger, Draco finally caught on to what the plan was. She was using the distraction to halt the conversation so that they had time to eavesdrop. He watched as she discreetly placed the other half of the string by the table with Dimitra Black and walked to the bathroom.
‘Woman is a bloody genius!’
He shook his head as he let out a chuckle and sat back in his chair. The Hostess had finished cleaning up the mess and brought out a new glass when Granger finally reappeared, looking like nothing had happened.
‘She must have charmed her dress.’
She sat back down in her chair and motioned for Draco to hold the extendable ear up. Making sure no one was around the pair, they started to listen to the conversation that was being held behind them.
“-and that’s why we need to go to America.” Dimitra explained.
“We are just running away from our problems Demi. They will find us. You know this! Your family hates me and if they can convince you to change your mind about marrying a muggle, then they will banish you…I…I can’t have that. I won’t.” They heard the man say.
“My love, oh my love. I will choose you always. If my family cannot accept you Robert, then I cannot accept them. We are leaving on the Titanic come Tuesday and I will not hear another word about it. We are going to start a new life in America. It’s the land of opportunity you know? There are so many possibilities-”
“But your uncle…he will come for the necklace. It is a family heirloom. They will not take kindly to you running away with me, but to take your family’s’ jewel with you…They will torture us.”
“Nonsense; they can banish me all they want but they will not lay a finger on us! This I promise you Robert. I love you and we are going to be together. We will start a new life, get married, and have many children. Taking the necklace with me is simply reassurance that they will not harm us.”
“Very well darling; it is a fact that I cannot win any argument with you. We will go to America. I will do what I can to make you happy.”
The pair looked at each other with wide eyes. Both stones are going to be on that ship. Their luck just keeps getting better. Now they just have to find a way to get the stones from the women. They needed a plan. But first, they needed to get their tickets. They finished their meal quickly, paid, and left the restaurant. They made their way down the packed street, stopping in front a transportation building. Draco held the door open for a few people behind him, including Granger, and walked up to the long line at the ticket booth.
“There are so many people here. This is going to take forever.” He mentioned as he looked around for a shorter line.
He saw her nod her head as she studied the board above the booth with departure/arrival times and prices.
“Draco, the only cabins available are in Third Class.”
He took a look at where she was pointing on the board and frowned.
“Damn it! It is bad enough we are stuck in the past; it’s even worse to be stuck in Third Class. We aren’t doing it! If we are going to America on a luxury liner, then we are doing it in First Class! I’ll talk to the attendant. There has to be a few rooms not booked yet.”
“I am perfectly okay with staying in Third Class, as long as there is a bed and food-“
“No! No wife of mine is going to be stuck at the bottom of the ship!”
She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. He didn’t blame her though. He had pretty much just shouted and claimed her as his wife. He had started to see them as a couple; even if it was a fake relationship. He shook his head and cursed himself for thinking of Granger as more than a friend.
‘He had to think logically. She was hot, yes, he could possibly fuck her but the chucking part would be hard. Not only were they stuck in 1912, but they would soon be stuck in 1912 on an enclosed ship, in the middle of the ocean! Besides, he needed her to get back to the present. If he tried to fuck her now then he would be screwed. No pun intended. He had to play it smart. He did want in her pants…well dress… but only because he hasn’t had a good shag in a long while. He was overdue and she was the only person in this era who he knew. He didn’t want to fuck some random chick, and he would be damned if he messed up his chances of getting home. No, he would wait. He wasn’t desperate enough just yet. His hand was still perfectly capable of doing the job until they got home, then he would find a girl he’s shagged before and release all his pent up energy.’
“Draco, it’s okay. Really…I don’t mind.”
Before he could respond, a couple, about middle age, came up to them. If he had been paying attention earlier he would have noticed that they were observing them and listening in on their conversation.
“Hello dears! My name is Sandra Dickinson. This is my Husband Paul.” The woman said sweetly as she raised her hand to Draco.
He remembered how his mother always used to do the same gesture when she would introduce herself. So he gently took the woman’s hand and lightly kissed the top of her gloved hand.
“It is very lovely to meet you Mrs. Dickenson. My name is Draco Lovegood and this is my wife Hermione. To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“Hermione? That is a beautiful name.” Paul stated.
“Thank you sir!” Granger replied.
“Indeed, you are very pretty as well,” Sandra began. “I am to assume you both just got married? You look so young. Oh how I miss my youth. Do you remember Paul how we used to sneak out in our 20’s to see each other? Such wondrous days-”
“Dearest, you are going off again.” Paul interrupted kindly.
“My apologies. Anyways,” She started again as she waved a hand in a swatting manor, “we came over here because we overheard your predicament. I am truly sorry. I am only assuming that you are trying to buy tickets aboard the Titanic for a honeymoon?”
Draco thought about what the woman asked. It was the perfect lie. Why he needed to lie about that, he didn’t know. But he hoped it would help them.
“Indeed. Unfortunately we are too late to book first class tickets. I wanted to treat my wife to the upmost luxuries. We will not be able to board the ship if we are to be stationed in steerage.”
“Oh my!” She exasperated as she placed a hand on her chest. “That just will not do. But I do think that your luck is about to change. You see my husband’s poor mother has fallen ill. We were about to exchange our First Class tickets seeing as we can no longer attend our trip. Would you be interested in buying them from us?”
Without a second thought, Draco agreed. He wanted to hug the woman but thought better of it. It wouldn’t have been socially acceptable and the couple might change their minds if he attacked the woman in gratitude.
“Yes! Yes, of course! However could we thank you? You have save our honeymoon.” He claimed excitingly.
“No need to thank us. We simply are happy to help. Young love is such a treasure. Marriage, even in the darkest of times, can see the light with good memories. They do not call it ‘The Ship of Dreams’ for just anything.”
“Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Dickenson!” He heard Hermione say. “You are a true inspiration. How much do we owe you for the tickets?”
“Well. It is one of the parlor suites, B-60 located on B- Deck. It comes with a private promenade deck connected to the stateroom. It was not cheap, so to say, we paid 870 pounds.” Paul explained.
Pulling out his new wallet, Draco handed over a thousand pounds to the man.
“A little extra for helping us, and on such short notice, we are extremely grateful for your kindness.”
“It was our pleasure. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” Sandra said as she and her husband bowed their heads and walked off.
X
Monday, April 8^th, 1912 05:45pm
Hermione was astounded, to say the least. They got the tickets and found both of the stones locations. Their day was going well. Now they just needed to find a room to stay in for the next two nights. The duo walked to at least five different hotels, which were all booked up. It wasn’t until they were near the bank they were at before, that they found a small building with one room available. It wasn’t the nicest of rooms but it would have to do since the whole town was at capacity.
“I can’t believe this day! It seems too good to be true.” She expressed as she sat on the double bed.
The room was small. The floors were made of wood and it looked to have not been upgraded since the 1500’s but it worked since they were only staying for two nights.
‘At least the bed is comfortable.’
“We shouldn’t question it; otherwise it will turn out bad.” Malfoy stated.
“You’re right.” She sighed. “So… now that we don’t have a thousand things happening…can we talk about what happened this morning?”
She didn’t really want to talk about the kiss; especially after such a long day, but she had so many questions burning in her brain that she just had to ask. She could see him tense up; knowing he didn’t want to talk about it. It was awkward again. She figured since they would have to share another bed; they should work things out and they had gotten along so well during the day that she thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring it up. She wanted to know why he did it.
‘Did it mean anything to him? Would he do it again?’
“Malfoy? We really need to talk about it. We are going to be sharing a room for the week in the middle of the Atlantic; I don’t want things to be weird between us.” She pleaded.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
‘He looks so good doing that.’
At that thought Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. She turned her head away from him to hide her nervousness.
‘He was attractive. She had to admit that. He had also been kind to her recently. He didn’t have to buy her everything he did today. And he pretty much shouted to everyone that she was his wife. It didn’t seem like pretend. He seemed serious about it; like he wasn’t thinking before he spoke. She couldn’t deny that it made her feel special when he said it. Maybe she was starting to like him more than a friend.’
“Your right.” He started. “Look…I’m sorry for kissing you, I was caught in the moment, it didn’t mean anything, so you should just forget it happened. I already did. I don’t like you… like that.”
Hermione couldn’t hide her frown a he said those words. She felt foolish for believing he could possibly like her. It had been so long since her break up with Ron, she thought that being in constant presence of someone who wasn’t her ex or her best friend would help her move on. But the moment he said that their shared kiss didn’t mean anything, she knew she was over Ron Weasley.
‘Shit…she did like him…she was falling for Draco Malfoy…but he didn’t like her back.’
“Oh.” Was all she could muster as she looked away from him again.
“Unless…Did it mean something to you Granger?”
She could feel the smirk radiating on his pale skin. A single uncontrollable tear slipped from her lashes and she bowed her head. She wiped it away quickly, but still said nothing. She couldn’t. She had nothing to say. She knew he was going to make fun of her like he always used to do. Her blatant reaction to what he said was reason enough. She felt stupid. She wouldn’t deny her feeling anymore. She had grown to like the Slytherin Prince that stood before her and she liked that kiss; more than she cared to admit. He had shown her a side of him no one has ever seen. A kind side, an almost protective side, and she fell for it. She had hoped that he had liked her somewhat as well, but it was a lie. He didn’t like anyone but himself. His ego was too big for feelings.
‘He was known at Hogwarts for being a ‘Sex God’. You don’t get that kind of title for having feelings.’
Cursing herself, Hermione waited for the insults to start flying. She was so used to him picking on her that she was already prepared for them to come. She could handle them. She didn’t really have a choice. They needed each other to get back to the present so she would just have to suck it up and pretend like that kiss didn’t mean anything to her.
‘Like, he didn’t mean anything to her.’
“Granger, I’m talking to you! Answer me damn it!”
“I DON’T KNOW!” She blurted out.
Now fulling hating herself for answering before she could think straight, she stood up from the bed and started walking to the door. She felt his hand grab her arm and he spun her around to face him. He loosened his grip somewhat when she faced him looking scared. She saw his face fall and he looked almost sad. But he fixed his expression quickly and went back to looking angry.
“Did that kiss mean something to you? Tell me!” He demanded.
She felt so small near him but without thinking she answered softly.
“Yes…but-”
She wanted to say more but his lips came crashing down into hers; hard. He seemed desperate; like he was searching for something he had lost, and found again. His hands cupping her face, he pressed harder into her. She closed her eyes and started to return his kiss. He lightened his lips on hers just enough to start biting her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in. They started to fight for dominance. He won and the next thing she knew, she was pinned to the wall. One of his hands stayed cupped to her face as the other made its way down her side. She slid her fingers through his hair and their kiss deepened. All thoughts erased from her head; she could only think about how wonderful he tasted.
“Apples…” she breathed out as he started a trail of pecks lining her jaw.
“What?” he asked confused; stopping for a moment to look at her.
“You taste like apples.” She answered smiling.
She heard him chuckle as he went back to kissing her; his soft lips caressing hers. He pulled back slightly and started back on his trail down her neck. He felt amazing and her stomach was doing flip flops. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access and let out a soft moan.
He leaned into her more and she could feel his hard dick pressed up against her. He moved back to her lips and slipped both of his hands around her back. Grasping her ass, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Still pinned to the wall, Hermione felt her dress rising up as he slipped a hand under it and started rubbing her through her panties. His kiss moved back to pecks on her neck as he moved her panties out of the way; slipping a finger inside her. She let out another soft moan and could feel him smile on her neck as he slipped a second finger in her; his thumb, rubbing her clit as he started thrusting his hand in and out. She lowered her head onto him; her heavy breath moistening his neck, seemed to turn him on more because his thrusting became faster; building her climax. Her hand cupped the back of his head as she held on to the pleasure between her legs; her lips lightly brushing his ear.
“Draco…I’m…I’m.”
“Cum for me Hermione.” He whispered to her.
She let out a loud moan as she released the best orgasm she had ever had. She saw stars and the world went white for a moment. He gave her some time to ride out the pleasure before she felt him pull back slightly and removed his fingers from inside her. Setting her down, her legs shook as she tried to secure her balance. After a few moments she gained feeling back in her limbs and let her hold on him go; he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. He looked down at her, with a look she had never seen before, as he spoke softly.
“I was lying to you earlier…It meant something to me too.”
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