N.B. (H) beside a name identifies a Historical figure.

'Malfoy.' She gasped. 'What are you doing here? Get out of my suite!' He didn't move, unless you counted leaning on the door jamb moving.

'Actually Ganger I believe this is my suite. You see, I learnt something interesting the other day when I was trying to escape my 'brother' Zander. Would you like to know what it was?' he asked raising an eyebrow. Hermione didn't say anything and he took that as his cue to continue.

'I found out that I had payed for not one ticket but two. Now I thought that was a bit strange so I asked my brother who the other ticket was for. Well, Zander wasn't very pleased that I had spent over £1740 on two one way tickets to America and started raving on about a wealthy lady love mudblood of mine. Well, then I thought to myself, "Who do I know that was a mudblood in this time period?" Naturally the only answer I came up with was you. But wealthy? I know that you mentioned that it was possible that your great-great grandmother had money but I didn't know how much wealth she had until the Sotheby's party.' Hermione interrupted him.

'The Sotheby's? I don't remember being there Malfoy. I hadn't arrived yet. I woke up into this era the next morning not knowing anything about the Sotheby party. Wait, you drank the potion only minutes before me so why were you sent back days earlier?' Malfoy shrugged as much as one can when they someone is leaning on the door jamb.

'How the hell should I know, Granger? You're the bookworm here.' Hermione moved towards one of the armchairs and sat down. Malfoy followed her and sat in a chair opposite her.

'Maybe it was because you had to do something important before hand.' Malfoy nodded and continued with his tale.

'That night at the Sotheby party, I was cornered by you, well Nastya actually. She said that she couldn't wait till we could set sail then we could finally be free of all the pureblood-muggle born discrimination.'

Hermione watched as he reached into a coat pocket. He had pulled out a platinum and diamond ring and Hermione recognised it as her mother's engagement ring, one that had been passed down from her great-grandmother Elizabeth. 'She gave me this and said that she didn't want to risk anyone finding that in her manor, she mentioned someone named Louise.'

Hermione laughed confusing Malfoy so she explained. 'Louise is, well was actually, my hand-maid. She was fired five days ago for trying stealing my - Nastya's – jewellery. I have no doubt that if she saw that she would have attempted to steal that too.' Malfoy nodded.

'Anyway, she gave this back to me and said – and I quote- "I'd love to marry you, but no one can know. We have to keep this secret. When we are on Titanic I will gladly accept the ring." Well since I didn't know when you were turning up in this time I kept the ring with me. You can have it back now.' He handed the ring over to Hermione.

'Malfoy.' Hermione stared at the ring. 'I can't accept this. This isn't my ring.'

Malfoy sighed. 'Granger, just take the ring. I don't need it. It's not my size.'

'Fine.' Hermione reached over and took the ring and placed it on her right hand, so not to draw suspicion to her great-great-grandmother. They sat in silence. Hermione stood up and went to open her trunk after having them delivered into the room. She selected one of new books that she had bought from London. Although it was a muggle children's book, it was one of her favorite books from when she was a child, having been passed down from her great-great-grandmother Nastya. The book, Peter and Wendy, had only been released the year before after being a success at the theaters since 1904.

Hermione sat back down on the couch ignoring Malfoy and she continued to read from chapter ten. She had managed to read just over six pages before Malfoy interrupted her.

'Granger, do you ever not have your nose stuck in a book?' he said rolling his eyes at her. Hermione scowled behind pages, bookmarked where she was up to, closed the book and glared at Malfoy.

'Just because I'd like to read doesn't mean I'm always reading, Malfoy.' side Hermione. 'To be honest I was trying to ignore your existence, again.' Malfoy placed a hand across his heart and pretended to be hurt by her little comment.

'You wound me Granger. I was beginning to think that you actually liked me.' Hermione let out a small laugh.

'Like you?' she scoffed. 'How could anyone like a point-nosed ferret like you? You are a conceited, arrogant and a complete moron whose ego is as large as the Titanic but twice as heavy! And the only reason I can think of why you are like this is due to the fact that you've spent your whole life living a life of leisure and look down upon those whom you deem inferior to your sheltered life. Yes Malfoy, sheltered. You know nothing of living life on the streets, of surviving day by day, sometimes going without food for a few days, of…' Malfoy grew angrier with every word she said, before finally interrupting her.

'I know nothing? You are the same!' he yelled. Hermione quickly grabbed out her wand and cast a silencing charm on the roomwithout Malfoy noticing. 'You know nothing about what it's like to life in a house were no one cares for you! A house that is filled with dark artifacts, and portraits sneering at you as you pass because you have been deemed a failure. You don't know what it's like being tortured nearly every day of your life so you would join the Dark Lord and serve as one of the faithful!' Hermione made sure that she still had her wand; she didn't want to let it go just in case she needed to defend herself from an angry Malfoy.

'You know nothing about living life in the dark. You walk around school with your annoying know-it-all attitude, thinking that you can get away with things because you are friends with Harry fucking Potter! And you say I know nothing! '

'How dare you! I do not think that just because I am friends with Harry that I get away with everything. If those boys want to get into trouble then, by god, let them get into trouble, goodness knows they deserve it!' Her comment shocked Malfoy for a moment.

'Is there a problem with the golden trio? What has happened?' asked Malfoy, looking like Christmas had come early. Hermione sniffed, crossed her arms before giving Malfoy the evil eye.

'Why would I tell you? For all I know when we get back you would spread it around the school!' He had to agree with her on that one.

'Your right you can't trust me, but who can you trust here? A whole shipload of strangers or me? There's not much choice there Granger.' Hermione visibly sank, at least as much as her corset would allow her too. 'Besides, I doubt you know how to deal with any members of high society. You weren't raised in that lifestyle, not that I was much better but I know how to mingle.'

'I'll have you know I have had some training.' Scowled Hermione. Malfoy laughed.

'What? I bet it was by your chuffer.' He couldn't help but notice that she blushed slightly at that comment. 'So, I was right. Your chuffer taught you.' He laughed at her.

'So? At least I have manners, unlike some people. I know how to act, I know what to say, and I know most of the skeletons in their broom closets. So if something comes up I can use that information against them.' Malfoy smirked.

'That's very Slytherin of you, Granger. And here I was thinking that you were all good and wholesome.' Hermione huffed.

'There's a lot about me that you don't know. Besides it wouldn't be the first time that I had blackmailed someone.' This caught Malfoy's interest, maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought?

'Granger, we called a truce. Can we just stick to it?' he didn't want to press anything more on her, there would be time for that later. Hermione nodded, although she was thinking that it was strange that he had just dropped the subject.

'Of course Malfoy, we did agree on that.' She answered. 'Now if you don't mind I would like to finish my book. She opened her book and started to read. It wasn't long before she was interrupted by Malfoy again.

'We need a plan you know.' She peered over the top of her book, raising an eyebrow at him. 'We need a story that is consistent so if we are apart we keep it the same. We also need to know why we are on the ship, why we are together, and how to complete this damn project. We need to pool our resources together.' Hermione closed her book again.

'You're right. Wow, they are two words I never thought I would say.' Said Hermione. She stood up and went back to her trunk and pulled out an empty book and a pen. She handed him the book. 'Here you write what you know and then hand it too me, I'll write what I know and we'll go from there.' She sat back down and started to read her book, hopefully getting at least to the end of the chapter before he spoke again.

Hermione managed to finish at least two chapters before Malfoy gave her the book and pen back. She swapped books and read what Malfoy wrote.

Hermione then penned what she little she knew, of course omitting the skeletons in the broom closet and the lessons. After several minutes she finally stopped writing and placed the book down on the table in front of them.

'Alright, so here's what we know in a nut shell.' said Hermione. 'According to your notes and what you have said you arrived a week before I did and you met your 'brother' Zander, who told you that you were in love' Hermione pulled a disgusted face 'with my great-great grandmother. You paid for Nastya to come on the ship with you so that they could be away from all the pureblooded prejudices in the magical world. You also took the necklace.' Hermione stopped, looked up from the notebook and looked him dead in the eyes.

'You did take the necklace didn't you?' she asked. He nodded slightly and sneered.

'As much as it will destroy my family's relationships with each other, I did. If I didn't know where it was in our time, I would never have taken it. Even then, I wasn't too sure I should take it, knowing where it was going to end up.' Hermione frowned, she knew the unsaid message. That he wasn't happy about the necklace ending up in her hands in their time. She sat back in her seat.

'Well then, please do show me the necklace.' She said. He smirked.

'You would love that, wouldn't you Granger, to know where it is hidden. But, unfortunately for you, I'm not going to tell you. If everything goes right or wrong, depending on the way you look at it, you will get the necklace.' Hermione huffed, leaned forward and continued reading. She would look for it later, when he was gone off somewhere on the ship.

'Anyway, You went to the Sotheby party and saw Nastya, in which she returned a ring to you, saying that she will take it back once here. After the party you went home and were confronted by Zander which resulted in the two of you to starting an argument. Your 'father' overheard and was not impressed. Apparently he was never told about Nastya. Because of that you were disinherited. Wait, that's why we never found you, him, in the book, if your disinherited you cease to be a Malfoy.' Malfoy nodded.

'And it just feels weird, not being a Malfoy.' He said, surprisingly looking a little lost.

'I can't imagine how I would feel growing up to be a Granger and then being disinherited. Anyway, back on track. After the Sotheby's and the disinheriting you left and came here. While I arrived the day after the Sotheby's party, left my home, and learnt all I could about life in this time. Between getting caught trying to escape and travelling there wasn't much that happened to me. That's all?'

'That's all.' Malfoy nodded.

'Well now we need a plan.' Said Hermione turning to another page.

'Well it is obvious that our counterparts were eloping, we should go with that.' said Malfoy.

'I suppose, but back then, well now, eloping was frowned upon. There's a long process which leads to marriage. Eloping was only for those who, mostly, were disinherited or were going to be when they were found out. No we need something else.'

'Like what?' asked Malfoy, lounging back in his chair. Hermione shot daggers at him out of the corner of her eyes, wishing that she could do that. She tried to think of something plausible before she remembered something.

'Before I boarded the ship I was interviewed by a reporter. I told them that I was going on the ship because I was going to America to secure a business deal. I wasn't sure why I said this because I know it wasn't true. I was just told, and forced, to go on the ship. Maybe we could stick with that story.' Malfoy thought about it for a quick second.

'And where do I fit in this tale?' Hermione gave a little 'oh' before thinking again.

'I guess you could be a new business partner. After all it wouldn't do for a lady to be unescorted to a new country. Would that work?' Malfoy thought for a moment.

'It will have to suffice for now. What sort of business were you thinking of?' he asked.

'I told the reporter that it was something to do with a new invention that would revolutionize the world. However that is a problem in itself.' Hermione sighed.

'And what would that be Granger? That nothing was being invented?' scoffed Malfoy, thinking that this would be a first, him witnessing Granger saying something that could stuff everything up.

'You're partly right. It's not that there wasn't anything being invented, because there are many things that are. The problem is that there is such a small amount of United States inventions that I can count them on one hand. And most of those didn't take off.' Malfoy looked at her, smugly, until he noticed something.

'And you know of one that takes off, don't you.' He stated, not really asking a question.

'I do. Wizards don't use it, well at least I have yet to see a wizard use it, but nearly every muggle home has one. It's called a Refrigerator. While it was originally invented in 1850 by Alexander Twining from the U.S. and James Harrison in Australia, it wasn't until 1914 in Chicago that the first compressor device was added, which makes it the forerunner of today's, well our time's today, modern refrigerator.' Malfoy was looking at her as if she had sprouted a second head.

'A Fridge. You want to go and do a business deal in Fridges?' he burst out laughing.

'Malfoy hush, I don't hear you coming up with a better idea.' Hermione huffed, grabbing her book and whacking him over the head with it.

'Ow Granger, that was unnecessary.' said Malfoy, rubbing the back of his head where she whacked him. 'But you have to admit that is hilarious.'

'What I find hilarious is that you know what a fridge is and even then it isn't that funny.' She said placing the book on her lap, making sure that she had something handy incase she needed to hit him again.

'I took Muggle Studies you know.' Said Malfoy, surprising her. It was Hermione's turn to look at him as if he had a second head.

'You? Muggle Studies? Are you even serious? I don't recall seeing you there.' She thought back to third year, but realized that she was so busy that year that she wouldn't have even noticed anyway.

'Oh but I was Granger, two rows behind you, in fact. My mother made me take the class, father approved of course. He believed that if I took that stupid class that it would help me to understand how inferior Muggles really were.' Hermione visibly stiffened.

'Don't get me wrong Granger, Muggles can be smart and useful, they invent things that surpass even what our magic can do sometimes, but I still believe them to be inferior to wizards.' What he didn't tell her was that was not what he truly believed; in fact it was the opposite. Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples.

'I'm not going to argue with you Malfoy. We called a truce and I will stick to it. We can discuss the whole muggles verses wizards debate when we return to Hogwarts. We can even duel it out if you like, let's just let the topic drop for now and get back to planning.'

'Agreed and I will hold you to that duel Granger.' said Malfoy, leaning back in his chair.

'So continuing the fridge cover story, we are heading to Chicago to meet with Fred Wolf Junior (H), who markets the Dolmelre, the Domestic Electric Refrigerator in two years time. We either go to give him the idea or to help him market the idea in Chicago and into the rest of the world.'

'Sounds fine to me.' Said Malfoy, clearly not interested in the discussion anymore, at least he's interested enough to know the basics.

'Malfoy look, I know the story may not be needed but we need to cover our bases.' Said Hermione, slightly put off that he wasn't interested anymore.

'Granger, I'm not interested anymore because I get what we need to know. Anything other than that we wing it, I'm sure you can do that for a little while.' Hermione sighed. He had a point; there wasn't much that they could do.

'Alright fine Malfoy, this discussion is off the table.' She picked up the notebook and pen, to demonstrate her point. 'Now if you don't mind I would like to finish my book.' She picked up her copy of Peter and Wendy and continued reading, that is until the Titanic's horn blared, signalling that it was about to embark on its one and only voyage across the Atlantic.

Authors note: I am so sorry that it took so long to get this up. I was involved in a car accident the day before I was going to post this. I was coming home from the train station and was clipped by another car and slammed into a telephone pole. Thank goodness it was the passenger side and there was no one in that seat (and thank goodness I wasn't going very fast, I had just pulled out of a turn!). My brother was supposed to pick me up but I convinced him not too, that I had left my car at the station; otherwise it could have been a lot worse. I'm finally finished recovering, thank goodness.

NB. I do not own the rights to Peter and Wendy written by J.M. Barrie (also known as Peter Pan). I also don't own the Dolmelre (obviously).