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Tip: To those who are trying to guess the mystery man who will be Jack, some clues are mentioned in the first chapter. Read the first chapter over and see if you can guess the mystery man!

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~*JacobBlackLuva*~

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~*Ch.2: Southampton*~

The ride to Southampton was a very boorish one, but yet Hermione could not help but be amazed at how different things were. She was so used to modern muggle London that she had never really given a thought at how things might be back then. She barely listened to Cal, who seemed to want to talk of nothing but Titanic. He droned on and on while she looked out at the window and watched everyone go about their daily business.

The carriage finally screeched to a stop in front of the Southampton port. There were crowds of people, boarding, waiting to board, or saying goodbye. Hermione looked up at the ship that was partly blocked from view with amazement. It was bigger then she had ever imagined it would be. She still could not grasp the concept that she was on the Titanic and it was not like some fake replica that she had visited before. It was the actual thing! A coachman took her hand and helped her out of the carriage. She looked awe-struck, as Cal and Ruth got out of the carriage. She knew what she had to say. She had almost memorized the whole movie.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." She said in a very snobbish manner.

"Rose, you can be blasé about some things, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania, and far more luxurious." He turned to Ruth. "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Ruth." He joked. Ruth chuckled in a sickenly lady-like manner. A man came up and told Cal that they had to drop off the luggage somewhere else. Being the rich aristocrat the he was, Cal, of course, bribed him to move the luggage, like Hermione knew he would.

Hermione could now see why Rose had thought it was a slave ship. She could almost hear older Rose's voice in her head. "It was the ship of dreams to everyone else, but to me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly I was everything a world brought up girl should be, but inside I was screaming."

They walked past a pub where things were getting a little rowdy. As it was a maiden voyage of a ship, people had come to see her off and wish everyone good luck, even if they didn't know anyone who was going on it. Beside the window there was a group of people playing poker. A flash of platinum blonde hair met my eyes and it looked vaguely familiar…

Suddenly she realized why the stranger looked so familiar. He was no stranger at all! He was none other than the devious ferret, Draco Malfoy. She almost stopped and stared open-mouthed, but she figured that would not be appropriate for a time like this. What was he doing here? Had he come back with her when she accidently went back in time, and if so, why? He looked up and she could've sworn he saw her face. Quickly, she tilted her fashionably large hat the other way, so it was blocking her face.

When she thought it was safe to look again, she peeked from the corner of her eye. Malfoy was almost out of view, as they had almost reached the boarding dock. His face had an extremely confused expression on it. Like a 'how-did-I-get-here?' sort of expression. Then, suddenly, his face lit up, as if he had just won the lottery.

Little did she know how true to the saying the truth was.

They started boarding the ship, not even needing to glance at the lice inspectors. Hermione almost snorted, but she stopped herself in time. How arrogant could people be? Cal, who was escorting her, turned to her and spoke.

"For God's sake, Rose. We're boarding the grandest ship in history, and you act as if you're going to your execution!" Said Cal. For that, she didn't have an answer. She was solemn, knowing it would be many people's execution, including Jack's. She felt a stab of annoyance that she had to remember the least favorite of her scenes at a time like this.

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Hermione was worried about how things were going to go. If that really was Draco, then how come he had come back too? There was something going on, Hermione knew it. She just didn't know what it was. How had this happened? Was it all because she had wished on a star? She remembered one of the deleted scenes she had watched.

"Come Josephine, in my flying machine, and it's up she goes, up she goes. Something about the bird and the bees, in the air she goes. Where? There she goes! Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh my! The moon is on fire…" They trailed off as they came to the first class deck. Rose took off the jacket that Jack had given her.

"Here we are." She murmured.

"Alright." He whispered, taking the jacket.

"You know, I want to go back." Rose said, smiling. She looked up and noticed the endless beauty of the stars.

"Look, it's beautiful." She stated. "

Yeah." He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"So vast and endless. They're so small!" She hesitated before speaking again. "My crowd, they think they're giants, but they're not even dust in God's eye." He grinned wickedly.

"You know, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address." She laughed.

"I did, didn't I?" She looked up at the sky again. "Look, a shooting star!" She pointed up towards a fragment of light traveling across the sky.

"Wow. That was a long one. You know what my Pops used to tell me? 'Every time you saw one it was a soul goin' to heaven.'"

"I like that." She looked at him. "So, are we supposed to wish on it?" She asked playfully. He looked down at her.

"Why? What would you wish for?" She hesitated and then spoke.

"Something I can't have." She patted him on the shoulder and started walking to the First class cabins.

"Good night, Jack." She called. He watched her walk sadly, knowing that what they had was impossible. They could never be together.

A shooting star! That had to be it! She had seen a shooting star before she had went to sleep that night. Who had been dying? Was that somehow connected to why she had gone back in time?

Little did she know how soon she would find out…

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End chapter Author's note: Sorry that this took so long! I've been super busy getting ready for school and tons of other stuff. I hope you enjoyed it! The third chapter should hopefully be up soon!

Random Author's note: I'm going to be putting another one of my stories on here. It's called "Poison Ivy" and it's based on Greek mythology. I probably won't put it on until I'm done with the third or fourth chapter of this story, though.