Chapter 2 – Rose

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is not mine except the idea for this story.

NOTE: I added some things to the first chapter, so please go back and read it if you have a chance. For example, I explained Harry's past a little more and made him a second class passenger. I wanted him to be in first class, but then he would not be allowed to eat with the third class passengers. Even if that was not so on the actual Titanic, that is so in my story. I added a few other things, as well. You should re-read that chapter, but if you don't, it isn't a very big deal. One other thing - I know the Titanic picked up the Irish passengers the afternoon after it left from Southampton, but I'm changing it to the same afternoon.

The dress that Ginny wears at dinner is very similar to the last dress Rose wears in the movie on the night of the sinking.

I hope you enjoy!


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The ship stopped off the coast of Ireland that night to pick up more passengers, one of which would eventually be known as the unsinkable Margaret Brown, or Molly, as she liked to be called. Along with the passengers also came an Irish band that would play that night in a party room in third class after dinner.

"Oh, there you are!"

Ginny turned around from where she was at the railing and smiled at her mother.

"Is it time already, mum?"

"Yes, dear. You must go get ready for dinner. What about that guest of yours? Is he still coming?"

"I should hope so."

After Ginny showered, she shooed her brothers out of the room so she could change – then promptly locked the door. Fred and George were quite the pranksters, and while they would never walk in on their sister, she had to make sure that she was in complete privacy. She rolled her eyes; they were cat-calling outside the door in the hallway.

She looked through her dresses that were as nice as a poor girl's dresses could be, and then she spotted the few that Harry bought for her. She frowned. Of course he was expecting her to wear them. He bought them for her a few days before they boarded the ship, thinking he was doing a wonderful thing, buying a girl beautiful dresses. She picked out a lovely pale pink one that made her hair stand out. She was about to call her mother in to help her tie the corset, but stopped herself. Did she really want to wear one of those contraptions? She put it on first, loosely of course, decided that she did not like it, and then put on the dress without it. When she walked out and into her parents' room, her mother gasped.

"Ginny, you look absolutely stunning," her father said, beaming. Her mother fussed with her hair, but she brushed her off, annoyed.

"Mum! My hair is fine. It stays how it is. I am not putting it up." They have apparently had this conversations many times before. Ginny's hair was not like Rose's. It was the same deep red, but it cascaded down her back in waves and ended in curls instead of curling the entire way. Her mother went to her dresser and came back, showing Ginny a hair clip. It was of a dragonfly made of jade.

"This was your grandmother's, and then mine. She wanted me to give it to you when you grew up, and I want you to have it, now." Ginny smiled at her mother, and let the woman put it in her hair, pulling the left side of Ginny's hair up and out of her face. "Now, where is your friend?"

"Ginny!" she heard one of her brothers calling.

"What?" She exited the room and saw Harry and Jack standing in the hallway. "Oh! Jack! I hoped you would come. Hello, Harry. Everyone, this is Jack Dawson. I met him up on deck earlier today. He is rather gifted with drawing!" When Harry went to hook his elbow in hers, she hesitantly took it. "Don't you think I should accompany Jack, since I invited him and he knows no one else here?"

Harry frowned.

"But this is our first night on the Titanic. I thought I was going to accompany you. Why did you invite him?" he asked quietly.

"Because he drew a picture of me but refused to let me pay him, so I invited him. It was the least I could do, so stop being jealous and let's just go." She smiled apologetically at Jack, but he shook his head and mouthed, 'It's alright. I don't mind.'

"We are going to the second class restaurant; I have already cleared it with the men at the door," said Harry.

"Harry, dear, why didn't you book a first class ticket?" Molly asked. "I feel terrible for being the reason...if I am."

"If I had, I would not have been able to bribe the crew at the doors to let you all in. They might have only allowed Ginny. Besides, I do not mind. I would much rather be with the people in second and third class than those in first. Snooty and snobby, the lot of them." He scrunched up his face and they laughed, but Jack was the only one to notice that Ginny's was fake. He also noticed the sadness in her eyes that was professionally masked to those who did not know how to recognize a mask when they saw one.

All through dinner, Ginny sat still, smiled here and there, answered a couple of questions, and more of the like, but she did not look truly happy as someone in her position should. Jack knew that she did not love this man, and he felt for her for he knew that she felt trapped between what she wanted and what would be better for her family.

After what was a wonderful and fun dinner, Jack asked if the Weasleys would like to join him at a party he heard about earlier that day. It was in third class, and the Irish band that came on board when the ship stopped in Ireland would be playing. They agreed, and followed him to where he knew the room was, as his friend Fabrizio showed him earlier.


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"I would never cause conflicts with my mother about such silly things as what color my bridesmaids dresses will be. Of course, mine will be red, but she likes red, so it is alright," said the annoying blonde who called herself Daphne. "You say Rose's are lilac? That is such a wretched color!"

Rose continued to stare at nothing while her mother agreed with Daphne, and that daughters who are getting married should not argue with their mothers about weddings. It should be a happy time. She looked pointedly at Rose, but her daughter gave no notice that she heard. Of course she did, though. She always heard; her mother made it a point to nit pick at Rose every single day. The girl felt trapped; she was at dinner with her mother, the other ladies her mother was 'friendly' with – if you want to call being a good-for-nothing, meddling, nosy, gossiping busybody friendly – and the Malfoys, along with their son's fiancee, Daphne Greengrass.

Rose felt pity and sympathy for their son, Draco, for he had to be stuck with a whiny, screeching, bint for a fiancee. At least Cal left her alone, sometimes…She was falling, and she knew it. It took all of her strength not to, but her fingers were slipping and she felt herself fall away from everything.

"Well we can't all be perfect mummy's girls, can we?" Daphne looked at her in shock.

"Rose!" her mother exclaimed, horrified by her daughter's behavior.

"Excuse me for a moment…I will be back."

"Are you alright, Rose, darling?" Molly asked. Dear Molly. Rose truly liked her.

"I'm alright. Really. I just need some fresh air."

She got up and left the dining room, not too long before most of the men went to the smoking room for cigars and brandy. 'Good,' she thought. 'That way, the women will continue gossiping and the men won't be bothered to wonder where I am…especially Cal and that obnoxious manservant of his.'

As Rose walked outside in the slightly chilly air, she began to cry, and then run. She did not bother to wipe away her tears, as she knew there would be more. She ran blindly to the back of the ship, not noticing that there was someone laying on a bench she passed.

Jack sat up and put out his cigarette. He had gone there after dancing for a bit and meeting a little girl named Cora, who was a wonderful dancer. He danced with Ginny for a short while, too, but Harry swept her away from him once he saw them together. Jack rolled his eyes. That man had better open his eyes and see that Ginny was not happy with him.

He stood and made his way towards the back of the ship, where he saw that crying girl run to. When he caught sight of her, his heart stopped. She was leaning off the back of the ship, on the other side of the railing.

"Don't do it."

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!"

"Come on, just give me your hand, I'll pull you back over."

"No! Stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!"

Jack made a motion that meant he wanted to throw his cigarette in the ocean, and she let him walk closer to the railing.

"No you won't."

"What do you mean, no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do! You don't know me!"

"Well, you woulda done it already."

"You're distracting me, go away!"

"I can't. I'm involved, now. You let go and, and I'm gonna have to jump in there after you."

"Don't be absurd. You'll be killed."

"I'm a good swimmer."

"The fall alone will kill you."

"It would hurt. I'm not sayin' it wouldn't. To tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold."

"...How cold?"


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"I will see you later, Harry. I need to get some fresh air. How about tomorrow, for breakfast?"

"Alright…are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to get away from people; the crowd is getting to be too much for me."

"Well, I guess, eight am?"

"That sounds perfect. I will see you then. Good night." He gave her a peck on the cheek, as she turned when he went for her lips. He frowned, but she smiled and waved, then left the room, making her way through the horde of dancing people.

To get where she wanted to go, she had to get on the elevator and travel up to B Deck, where the main deck was located. That was also where the first class dining room was located, and one side of the dining room was made of windows that looked out onto the ocean. Next to it was a walkway with a railing, which was where Ginny walked to get to the other end of the ship; she had come out on the front and took a walk, making her way to the back of it.

Draco Malfoy, who had not gone to brandy, sat with his father and mother, who were still sitting with Rose's mother and little women friends. He grumbled silently, and wished hell over this. But then, something caught his eye. Their table was not directly next to a window, but they were fairly close, and he saw a girl with dark hair walk by. When she got closer to his table, then went past it, he saw that her hair was red, but he could not tell when she was further away because it was dark outside. He excused himself, giving the ever so popular excuse that he also needed some air, and walked out, not giving his parents or anyone else any further explanation.

He wanted to catch up with the girl he knew as Ginny, thanks to the artist he met earlier, but if his parents saw him walking hurriedly past the windows, they would suspect something, so he made his way to the other side of the dining room after he left it, walking around it. He then nearly ran, but did not see her until five minutes later, when she was leaning on the railing on the right side of the ship. Apparently, she had crossed the width of the ship after she had gone past the dining room; the windows faced the ocean on the left side of the Titanic.

She looked up at him as he walked towards her and her eyes widened with recognition. This was the man she saw that morning! What coincidence would bring them together again, that day? She dared not question it, and smiled.

"Good evening," she said. The corners of his mouth twitched, and turned up slightly.

"And to you, as well," he returned. "If I may ask, what is a girl as lovely as yourself doing alone at night? Do you not have people you are traveling with?"

"I do, but as you are probably doing, I needed air." He smirked. He could tell that she was witty, and he wanted to start up a conversation with her but he did not know how to.

"As do we all. Indeed, I did. That fiancee of mine will eventually cause my ears to fall off. However, that might be a good thing. I would never have to hear her again."

She chuckled.

"I do believe I saw you two this afternoon."

"Well, I apologize, then, that you had to see that…woman."

"It appears that you do not like her…forgive me, that is not my business."

"I do not mind. She is a wretch, and the marriage was forced on my part. She's as happy as a clam."

"I'm expected to marry, too...he can be very pushy, sometimes. He thinks that I can't do certain things, like carry my own bags."

"You did not have a bellman do that for you?"

She faltered. She knew he was in first class, but she did not know that he knew about her.

"I don't like putting my bags in hands I don't trust."

"That makes sense. So you do you love this man?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Do you love him?"

"You're being very rude."

"I apologize…I was merely curious."

"It is…alright. After all, you did tell me how you felt about your fiancee. I just don't think it is a suitable conversation."

"Forgive me, then."

She smiled.

"You are forgiven. So, sir, we have been talking for quite a few minutes now, and I know all about your love life and not your name."

"My name is Draco."

"Just Draco?"

"My last name does not matter."

"Neither does mine, then. Ginny. Just Ginny." Her response made him smile. She was the first person who was not curious about what his last name was, and he knew she knew that he was in first class, but she did not care about his last name. They continued talking, and she seemed to forget about it. He was certainly grateful.

"Is Ginny short for something?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Ginevra."

"That is a beautiful name."

"Thank you," she said. Suddenly, they heard a woman scream. They looked at each other worriedly, then rushed to where they heard her screaming. They ran to the back of the boat from their spot at the side and watched, horrified, as a man pulled a woman over the railing. They ran over to them just as two crewmen arrived.

"What's all this?" he asked. When he saw the man on top of the woman, he yelled, "You stay back! And don't move an inch! Fetch the master of arms," he said to the other, who ran."

"No! This is a misunderstanding!" Ginny yelled. She ran up to the man.

"Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter…Jack?" she asked suddenly, when she saw the man's face.

"Miss Dewitt Bukater?" Draco said, astonished.

"'Ello? You were going to tell me what was going on?" the crewman asked.

"Oh, well, yes, sorry. Well, Jack was pulling the woman over the railing –" but just then, more people showed up. The other crew member was quite fast.

"Rose!" a man called. He ran over to her, picked her up, and threw a blanket over her. "You must be freezing." Then he stalked up to Jack. "What made you THINK you could lay your hands on MY fiancee?"

"Cal!"

"ANSWER me, you fool!"

"CAL! It was an accident! I was leaning over, and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the…ah…the ah…the…"

"Propellers?" Cal asked after seeing her wave a finger in circles.

"Propellers!"

"She was leaning over to see the propellers," Cal repeated to the men.

"As I've said, women and machinery do not mix," said the master of arms.

"Was that the way of it, boy?" asked an officer. Ginny and Draco saw Rose plead silently with Jack, and he nodded.

"Yeah, that was pretty much it."

"And you two?" the officer asked. "You say you are witnesses?"

"We are," Draco said.

"I'm a friend of Jack," Ginny explained. "He would never do something like that. We both saw him pulling her – Rose – over the railing, and they both fell onto the deck."

"Well then, the boy's a hero! Back to our brandy, gentlemen," said the master of arms.

As everyone was dispersing, Ginny said something under her breath but loud enough for the master of arms to hear her as she passed him with Draco.

"Not ALL women are bad with machinery," she said in an angered voice. Draco could have sworn the man looked amused, as there was a twinkle in his eyes, but he did not have time to tell because Ginny was walking ahead of him, now.

"Ginny! Wait!" She stopped when she heard her name and turned around – it was Jack.

"Hello, Jack."

"I'm sorry about all of that," he said. "You believe me, right? You meant what you said, that I would never do something like that?"

"Of course. I may have only known you for a day, but they don't have to know that," she said, grinning.

"You're sneaky," Draco said with a smirk. "I like that."

"Do you?" Ginny asked coyly.

"Alright, you two," said Jack. "Wait 'til I'm gone to continue your sexual banter." Ginny lightly smacked his arm and he laughed while Draco stood there, dumbfounded with shock written all over his face.

"I can't believe you just said that!"

"I'm in third class, Draco. What do you expect?"

Draco rolled his eyes and stopped talking. He feared that Ginny would tell Jack that Draco was in first class. Then his eyes flew open. What if she already had??

Ginny was having an issue of her own. She, unlike Draco, thought that he didn't know what class she was in, and was sick of people judging her by her family's status.

"So, Jack, do you want to have dinner with my family again tomorrow?"

"Actually I was invited to have dinner with Rose's family tomorrow night. Sorry, Gin," he said, using the pet name her brothers called her. "We are having dinner with Mr. Andrews and the master of arms – important people. I'm kind of nervous."

"You'll do fine, Jack. I know you will."

"Ginny, why don't you join me as my guest for the evening?" Draco suddenly said. "My family is having dinner at that same table. We can all go, then."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Nonsense."

Ginny felt a bit of déjà vu from hearing the same sentences she and Jack had shared that afternoon, and was excited at having dinner with Draco. However, she would have to deal with Harry, first.


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I hope you enjoyed that! Thanks for the wonderful reviews! I love them; they really make me smile.

Also, I always got confused as to who the master of arms was, so I made it the jolly fat man.

About the language they are using – I know it isn't proper language that was used back then, but someone brought it up, and I just wanted to clarify in case other people were confused as to why the language I am using for this story is a bit more modern. I am using the language used in the movie, not the correct language of that time period. Sorry if it confused anyone! And thank you for bringing it up :)