Once their door was closed, Hermione sobbed again. "I'm so sorry Draco this is all my fault! How could he be so cruel? He didn't even care that we fought in a war. And when he pulled his wand on you… I had only been that scared once before."
She didn't need to tell him it was when the snatchers took her and the boys to the manor, he knew.
Draco led them towards the bed. "I'm fine. I've had worse curses and hexes thrown at me then stupefy. I'm more worried about you." Draco pulled her into his arms to stop her shaking.
Hermione relaxed into his body and cried into his chest. "I'm sorry I'm getting your shirt all wet."
Draco shrugged "It's not even mine, so I don't care."
She giggled and then cried again "This isn't how I imagined this would go. I've made such a mess of everything."
Draco had settled them on the bed; his arms are still wrapped around her "It's not your fault that he is a self-righteous asshole who holds a grudge. Whatever happens, we are going to be in this together remember." He leans his head and captures her lips with his.
She returns the kiss with a bit more force.
Hermione shifted her body, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She slowly guided herself to lay down and him over her. Tongues were thrashing. Hermione was twisting her fingers in his hair. Draco moved his lips along her jawline all the way to her neck. One of his hands was fondling her breasts over her dress while the other holding himself over her.
Hermione could feel Draco growing more excited about her; she could feel her excitement growing within her.
Hermione knew she wanted this, to give Draco; her virginity.
She knew that this wouldn't be a mistake. He nipped and sucked tenderly, which caused her to moan in delight.
The sound of her moan brought Draco back to present. He immediately stopped and pulled away. Leaving Hermione to look scared, and embarrassed. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked shyly.
Draco wasn't looking at her as he ran his fingers through his hair. When he heard her voice, he turned towards her "No! You were amazing; that is what the problem was."
Hermione pulled her body into a ball and huddled herself in the corner of the bed. She thought he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Once again she thought she was a fool.
Draco brushed his hand through his hair "Hermione, this would be your first time… no, it has nothing to do with that. The issue is that you are upset. It wouldn't be right; your emotions are too all over the place right now. You have to be sure that you want to have sex. It is taking every part of me not to go over there and make the decision for you. But it is a decision that you need to make with a clear head. So this is not a rejection, which I know is what you think. Believe me. I think you know that I was not rejecting you." He made a glance down to his pants which were a bit tented.
"Well, maybe I did make the decision already. What if I decided that I wanted to give you my virginity? That this wasn't just a spur of the moment getting out of hand as it had with Fred. By you pulling away you already made the decision." Hermione said angrily. She had unraveled herself and was sitting up on the bed now.
"I did not make the decision for you!" Draco snapped back. "I wanted to make sure that you are one-hundred percent sure that this is what you wanted. You are not in the right state of mind. I don't want you to regret it, which is a possibility with all the shit that is happening to us right now!" Draco was shaking he was so mad; he was doing this for her, "How could she not see?" He thought.
"I can't see…" Hermione yelled.
"No! We are not going to have the argument with us knowing what the other is thinking" Draco warned. "I want you to be positive that this is what you want. I… I have hurt you in the past; hell hurt doesn't even begin to describe what I did. This is a big deal and if you regret it…"
As he talked, he started to speak softer "If you regret sleeping with me then I would have hurt you again. I made a promise to myself before I came back to school I wouldn't hurt you ever again… for the rest of my life."
His voice became softer almost vulnerable, running his hands through his hair again, then down his face, he sighed. Hermione was silent looking at him, she was still mad at how he pulled away, but she slowly understood his reasoning.
Draco looked at her wondering if she was going to say anything when she didn't reply he continued. "Look, we are in a very stressful situation. The future is up in the air, who knows what the consequences are if we don't go back. We don't need… we shouldn't be fighting with each other. If we are going to get out of this mess, we need to stick together. We're in this together."
Hermione was lost in thought. Finally, she spoke "You said that you made the promise before you came back to school you wouldn't hurt me again… how did you know I was even going back?"
Draco chuckled to himself as he sat back down next to her on the bed "That's what you took away from my speech? Well, I knew you were going to be head girl, McGonagall had told me in her letter to me about being head boy. Not going to lie I was surprised that she offered it to me, but as she explained in the letter, she thought that everyone deserved a second chance and that it was Dumbledores wish for me to be head of if I decided to go back after the war. Dumbledore always said he something in me that even myself didn't, so McGonagall trusting Dumbledores judgment and her own intuition she chose me. When I learned that I would have to be spending a lot of time with you, I promised that I wouldn't be mean to you anymore. We've been through too much; it didn't seem right."
"But you didn't have to come back, even if you knew about me being head girl… why did you?" Hermione asked quietly.
Draco frowned, "I'm positive that I told you why I came back on the train. I was tired of dealing with my parents."
Hermione shook her head "Yes you told me that. However, you could have moved into one of your family's many estates to get away from them. Why did you come back to Hogwarts?"
They stared into each other's eyes trying to find the answers without speaking.
Draco sighed and pushed her bangs that had fallen once again behind her ear "I came back because of you."
Hermione blushed and bit her lip "Me? Why?"
"Why?" Draco smiled at her "it was because for the longest time I thought I hated you. I guess I did in a way. I hated how you were smart, funny, and kind..."
"For my blood," she said in an icy tone.
Draco shook his head "No, not for your blood. Well yes, but not how you think. I hated that you were Muggle-born because I knew that we could never be anything, not even friends. My family was so wrapped up in things being pure that even after I began to question it all I had to go along with it just to stay safe in my home. I'm not going to sit here and tell you I didn't believe in the rhetoric but as I got older it just didn't make sense."
Draco thought for a moment before continuing "I think I picked on you the most because not only were you Potters best friend; but because you posed such a challenge to me. You were the antithesis of what my family said a muggle-born could be. However the more I was cruel to you the more you fought back, which I ended up respecting. So the hatred that was directed at you was my misguidedness and hatred for what you represented.
"When McGonagall told me that you were going to be the head girl I decided that I would come back and make amends. When I made that decision, I had no idea that we would actually be friends and me certainly never thought I would find you so irresistible."
Hermione could feel her face get hot as she looked away from him. Draco didn't answer only chuckled.
Hermione gathered her thoughts "Since you were honest with me, I might as well be honest with you. Since we were children, I tried to hate you. You were so mean, always calling me and everyone names, you were just a bully. Though I couldn't, I couldn't hate you because I knew that deep down you weren't that mean boy; you were just a parrot of the hateful speech that had surrounded you your entire life. In the sixth year, Harry was convinced that you had taken the mark, he spent hours trying to catch you in some action to prove it. I never wanted to believe it; I defended you against him…"
Draco looked puzzled "Why would you do that?"
Hermione held up her hand so she could continue.
"It begun to cause a slight strain in our relationship, he accused me of knowing something and refusing to tell him. I tried to explain that my gut was telling me that you were innocent and deserved to have someone in your corner; even if it was a lowly Muggle-born like myself. When Harry told me about the night Dumbledore died, I think I piece of myself died too. The piece of faith that everyone has good in them.
"It wasn't until later that Harry admitted you lowered your wand, and you weren't going to kill Dumbledore. He was just angry and confused about what was going on and what was going to happen. When I saw you enter my compartment on the train, I thought that it was time to start fresh. Then when you told me you were going to be head boy well that threw me for a loop, I knew my only options were to either keep pretending I hated you which was exhausting or to become friends with you.
"It surprised me how easy it was to be your friend, but reminded myself that without all the turmoil it most likely wouldn't have been. As time progressed, I found myself looking forward to spending time with you. I would rush back from the library just to see if you were in the common room. I didn't always even want to talk to you; I just wanted to make sure that you were still in my life. It took us being trapped here for me to realize what those feelings were.
I'm not sure whether we are going to make it back to Hogwarts or what the consequences are. All I am sure about is how I feel and what I want, which is I want you. But thank you for trying to respect me enough to make sure I am comfortable with what is happening." Hermione leaned over and gave Draco a chaste kiss.
"Hermione…" Draco began, he had so much he wanted to convey but didn't know how to put any of it into words.
Hermione only smiled and placed her hand on his cheek "You were right to stop us. It's not that I would have regretted it, but it would have been us giving up. If we ended up in bed together right now then we will be telling the universe that we are ok with this outcome and we aren't."
Draco smirked and pushed her hair back again "You're worried about what the universe thinks? I thought you didn't believe in divination; that's why you stormed out of class back in the third year and never returned."
Hermione rolled her eyes "I guess life experiences have shown me that things are just pre-planned, and there is nothing that can be done about it. However Trelawney is a nutter, and I refuse to sit in a class with someone who doesn't know what they are talking about."
"You do realize that her entire family was cursed?" Draco questioned.
"What?" Hermione's eyes got wide in confusion.
"Yes, her grandmother I believe was the first person affected by it. All their predictions are true, but no one will believe them" Draco went on to explain.
Hermione bit her lip and looked apologetic "Oh my! I feel like a…"
"Prat?" Draco supplied a word with a smirk.
Hermione in turn lightly slapped his arm "No… Well yes, but she said I had no potential at divination. I was not about to fail a class, so I withdrew."
Draco laughed "Ha the secret is finally out. To be honest, I would have done the same. Even though I never took a class that I was going to fail."
Hermione frowned she didn't like to think of the one thing that she couldn't master. "We need to form a plan on what we are going to do."
Draco had leaned back against the pillows, with his left arm behind his head "What do you suggest?"
"We are going to demand Clarke to send us back."
Draco clicked his tongue "Easier said than done. He doesn't want to help us; our best option is to make it off the ship, go to New York and then go to the ministry there so they can send us back."
Hermione shook her head "No. The likely hood of them believing us is slim to none. We have no magic. We need Clarke. When the ship strikes, the iceberg is when we need to get to him. Perhaps in the actual event, he won't be such a tosser."
Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
She shrugged "I know it is a long shot, but it is the only option. We can't risk us getting separated in the end."
"We wouldn't get separated," Draco said.
"Remember how I told you yesterday that traditions and customs here are different, well women were considered to be weak and were made to get on lifeboats first. The men, however, weren't allowed too, so most of the deaths were men who weren't able to get on lifeboats. The crew members also didn't fill the lifeboats to full capacity; we can't rely on them. No, the plan needs to be us banging on his door until he agrees to send us back" Hermione slapped her hands on her thighs as she stood up from the bed.
"There is my little Gryffindor, always refusing to back down" Draco chuckled. Hermione sent him a sly grin.
She walked over to the wardrobe and stopped "Do you even want to go to dinner this evening? I mean we could stay in here all night. We could avoid the awkward goodbye with Mary and Daniel…"
Draco stood up and walked up behind her, he rubbed her shoulders and gave her a sweet kiss on her cheek "We should say a proper goodbye to them. Even if it will be awkward, we wouldn't have gotten this far without them, and I know you wouldn't like leaving without some closure with them. We could always tell them and bring them back to the future with us."
Hermione melted her body into his "You know we could never do that. If we brought them back with us would be the same thing as us staying here. Besides they are muggles, we are just destined to live different lives."
She sighed at her words; she was going to miss Mary, for the first time she felt she had a friend who liked everything that she did. Ginny was wonderful, but she was feisty and liked sports. Ginny was always popular, and Hermione was the know-it-all sidekick to Harry. Harry was the real reason Hermione had any friends at all. Yes as she got older she learned how to be a better friend and not so consumed with school but Mary was the first person who shared her passion for reading. Mary liked to talk and have debates on what she read, which Hermione loved. She was so used to having people just half listening to her when she spoke. Draco is the only other person that listens to what Hermione has to say.
Hermione sighed "Them I guess we should get changed." She stepped forward and took the green dress from the wardrobe.
"Green?" Draco asked.
She could hear his grin. "I thought it was pretty."
Draco licked his lips "Granger I am trying not to ruin whatever you have going on with the universe, and it knows you're not giving up or whatever, but green? You realize I am Slytherin and green is my one of my favorite colors? If it looks half as good as I imagine, I am going to have to take a cold shower."
Hermione laughed "Stop being an idiot. Yes, I picked this dress because it was green, I must have subconsciously wanted you to like it. However, now it is my only option to wear so if you excuse me I'm getting changed." She shoved him away as she stepped out of the pink dress.
"You're killing me, Granger!" Draco joked from the other side of the room where he was getting dressed.
Hermione could only shake her head as she chuckled.
Twenty minutes later Draco and Hermione were armed in arm walking into the dining room. Taking a quick glance around the room, they spotted the Marvin's sitting with people they didn't know "You ready for this?" Draco asked concerned.
Hermione sighed "No, it is going to be sad; but it has to be done."
Draco brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. The action made Hermione feel slightly better; she smiled at him.
He led the way to the table. As they approached, Mary exclaimed gleefully "Oh I am so glad that you are here. I was afraid you weren't up to joining us this evening."
"We almost didn't, to be honest; we lost track of time. Luckily our stomachs didn't" Hermione joked as they took their seats.
Daniel shook Draco's hand as he sat "Let me introduce you to everyone. To my left, this is Mr. Stephen Blackwell, next is Miss. Edith Evans, followed by the lovely Newell sisters Marjorie and Madeleine with their father, Arthur. They have been telling us of their adventures to the Middle East quite fascinating. Finally Mr. Walter Porter, Mr. George Clifford, and Mr. John Maguire. Everyone these are our dear friends Draco and Hermione Malfoy."
Everyone murmured hello at the new additions to their table. Edith spoke first after the interruption "Now Marjorie you were saying what it was like visiting Egypt. What was your favorite part?"
Marjorie, who was a pretty girl and looked to be in her early twenty's, smiled. "I would say going to the museums and seeing all the old artifacts. The amount of detail that they put into everything, even a simple pot, is remarkable. We were able to see the pyramids but alas unable to go inside. Madeleine here was glad that we couldn't, but I have always been prone and intrigued by the slightly creepy" Marjorie gave a soft feminine laugh.
Madeleine, who was clearly older, then Marjorie and unfortunately for her not as pretty either, interjected "Being cautious isn't a bad trait my dear sister. Besides, I enjoyed visiting the Holy Land much better than Egypt. Just to be immersed in a place where our religion started is something to revel in."
Their father looked sternly at them "Now girls, no one here wants to hear you two bicker."
The girls looked ashamed "Sorry father" they said together.
A moment of silence was placed upon the table until Stephen asked, to none of the three other men in particular "So what is your story?"
Walter, like Stephen, was middle-aged, but didn't carry it as well, wiped his mouth with his napkin "We are just returning from a trip to Europe. We are all business associates, and while the trip was intended to be relaxing, we are heading back with many business prospects."
John, who was quite handsome with chocolate brown hair with matching eyes, he was a sight to see, he was also the youngest of the three, "I'm just glad that these guys invited me to come along. We've had some great adventures, but I am ready to go home." He laughed as he scanned the table ending his eyes in Hermione who was seated next to him. She blushed and looked down at her plate, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Draco.
The main course of the ten courses they were serving came soon afterward, and the large table discussions had ended. Only the sounds of silverware and soft whispers could be heard. Hermione looked around the table; she wondered what would become of them. Would they live? Would the die? She should have grown used to it during the war, but it is never easy to see one person alive one moment and the next see or hear that they have died. It was like the war all over again where she was going to lose people she cared about, and there was little or nothing that she could do.
Her thoughts were interrupted when John, who leaned over towards her "Please forgive my forwardness, I just wanted to say you look lovely this evening."
Hermione blushed again, it was one thing to get complimented from Draco, but to have a stranger say you look lovely that was another special. Before she could answer though and tell him his actions were quite inappropriate Draco did.
"Mate, I am fully aware how beautiful and lovely my wife is. So I will kindly tell you once to refrain from making any more comments like that or even looking in her direction If I have to say it again I won't be so kind nor calm." Draco held John's gaze; John muffled an apology.
Hermione turned towards Draco and looked at him with awe.
Draco was still frowning looked over at Hermione and he sighed out his anger and leaned over to whisper in her ear "You might not technically be my wife, but I would hope we are something more than just friends. I'm not going to sit by and let some other man ogle over you."
Hermione felt her insides get warm; she always thought that the idea of men getting jealous was ridiculous, but to her surprise, she liked that Draco was. It made her feel wanted. "We are more than just friends Draco" she kissed his cheek.
They both turned back to their dinner.
Whether Edith meant to or not, she was speaking rather loudly. Hermione heard her say something to Marjorie, who ignored her. Hermione, however, wanted to know what was said, so she asked. "Excuse me, don't mean to intrude but what were you saying? It sounded like you were saying something about the speed of the ship."
Edith blushed "Sorry my loud mouth got the better of me. I was just asking if you think the ship is moving too fast. We are in the icebergs, and I think we should slow down."
The question lingered around the table. George said, "I have the utmost faith in the crew if they felt the ship was going too fast I'm sure they would slow down."
Edith nodded "You are perhaps right. It's just I can't help but recall what a fortune teller told me before I left England. She told me to beware of water. I've never been afraid of water, nor will I let something that is meant to be just for fun run my life; but one never knows."
Hermione and Draco give each other a quick glance. Mary smiled "That's silly, everyone knows that fortune tellers aren't real. Just enjoy the rest of the journey and we will be in New York before we know it."
Dinner concluded around nine, the men were heading to the smoking room, and the women were either going to go to sleep or stay and chat. Hermione and Draco refused both offers from Mary and Daniel.
The time had come for the final goodbye; Hermione embraced Mary tightly. "Mary I am so glad that I have met you. You truly are a wonderful person."
Mary was confused by the gesture, but returned it just the same "You as well Hermione."
"Goodbye Mary" she whispered as she kissed Mary's cheek.
Authors note: Hi! Thanks for sticking with this story. The original last chapter was just too long so I'm splitting it up. Just want to also say that the people at dinner with Draco and Hermione were all real passengers on Titanic and what they talked about is accurate since according to ship records what I have them doing is what they did. Including Edith's trip to the fortune teller. Again thanks for enjoying this story and having patience while I fix and finish this story.