A/N- Takes place in the mock eighth year post DH. EWE. Almost everyone returned for their seventh year. This plot is loosely based off Titanic the movie, in the sense that Hermione is Rose and Draco is Jack. But I'm doing things slightly different and obviously their names are the same.

Summary- Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were in Potions one minute, arguing, then the next they were transported. Now aboard the RMS Titanic, can they stop arguing for one minute to figure out a way home? But their time is running thin, because the infamous demise is just on the horizon.

Chapter One

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." — George Orwell, 1984

April, 1999

"Granger, I told you to crush the bloody mandrake root. Is it that hard?" A snide voice cut through Hermione's focus. The young witch lowered her hands, closed her eyes, and sucked in a deep, oddly scented breath. The fresh rush of oxygen to her frazzled brain served it's purpose to calm her down, albeit briefly. The moment of peace was swiftly shot down when she felt herself being knocked to the wayside.

"Excuse me, Malfoy." She screeched indignantly, just as her bum hit the cold stone floor.

The blonde prick leaned over the steaming cauldron, carefully allowing tiny beads of mandrake juice to drop in. With each little drop hitting the surface, the potion hissed. Hermione watched him, seething with frustration. She desperately wanted to be the onewho completed the potion, correctly that is. So she squared her shoulders and marched over to her haughty partner.

"Move." She ordered coldly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Harry and Ron staring at her, waiting for the minute to step in and defend their best friend. Most of the class was continuing their work, as it was common place for Hermione and Draco to bicker.

"Granger, I don't have bloody time for this." He growled, angling his body so she couldn't see the cauldron.

"Class, you only have fifteen more minutes to complete your Tempus Novoro potion." Slughorn reminded cheerfully. Hermione let out a hiss of frustration.

"Malfoy, move!" She barked, giving him a good push.

In the scuffle, Malfoy dropped the entire root into the potion and in his other hand fell the powdered ashby nuts. His hand shot out to grab something to catch his fall and the only things his hands could latch onto were Hermione and the cauldron. The two students smashed into the floor, the potion following just as quickly. They yelped in pain as it seared through their school robes.

Then the two were plummeting through darkness, speeding toward unconsciousness.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley watched this exchange, aghast. They saw Hermione push Malfoy, they saw the potion fall on them, and then...poof. Harry lunged forward pushing aside the stools and a few other students. He stopped just short of fallen cauldron. Ron was right on his heels.

"What the devil-" Slughorn burst, running over to the station the students had once occupied. His usually sleepy eyes were wide with shock. He bent down and wiped his finger through the remnants of the potion.

"Where did they go?" yelled Ron, stepping in front of Harry and picking up the pewter cauldron

"They can't have gone far," He said reasonably, thought his inside was anything but.

In the back of the room, Justin Finch-Fletchly stood up. He looked solemn and raised the Potions book aloft. "The Tempus Novoro potion was created in the early fifteenth century as a device to bring witches and wizards alike to previous times, in order to revisit the past. When the time turner was invented in the early eighteenth century, the Tempus Novoro potion became virtually outlawed, due to it's unpredictable nature. The only way to reverse the potion is to brew the potion in reverse, or in rare cases wizards have found that completing a task could return them to the present. However, if oneself changes the future too dramatically, it could upset the counter balance of the universe, thus rendering the fate of such witches and wizards bleak."

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" Ron shouted angrily. The Hufflepuff gave him a pointed look.

"It means, Weasley, that your precious Granger and her enemy Malfoy must not change the future, where ever they are, all while brewing the potion in reverse. Or they could never make it back." He said stonily. The class looked around at each other, then to the messy and vacant station. Harry felt his heart sink into his stomach and wondered where his friend could possibly be?

A/N: Chapter 2 will be posted later this evening. Furthermore, I totally felt today APRIL 15 was the perfect date to post this story I've been working on for a while. It is pretty close to the movie I think, but I do diverge in a lot of areas.
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