Author's note: Thanks to all my fans out there! So many of you gave me ideas and inspiration, so a big thanks to all of you! So please read and review again! Your criticism is appreciated! So in the last chapter we read that Hermione saw Draco Malfoy, her bitter enemy, in a pub, apparently having gone back in time with her. I thought it would be a cool idea to write in Draco's point of view for a chapter. So enjoy!

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Disclaimer- Unfortunately, I do not own the wonderful worlds of Titanic and Harry Potter. The only thing I own is this story plot created entirely out of my Harry Potter/Titanic inspired mind.

Now, as they say, the SHOW MUST GO ON! Er- Story, that is.

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Draco's POV

I put down my book on the Dark Ages. It was one O'clock in the morning, and I had to get some sleep for tomorrow because Mother was hosting a cotillion and she wouldn't be very happy if I fell asleep during it. I picked up my wand and made the candles go out by magic.

I had graduated from Hogwarts and was now able to do magic legally, without getting my butt hounded down by ministry officials. A light shone through my bedroom window and I looked out the window. There, racing across the sky and leaving trails of silver in its wake, was a shooting star. I had heard the saying that if you wished upon a shooting star your wish came true.

I closed and prayed to whatever gods were out there if they could do all in their power to provide a way for me to be healed of my ailment. I had been sick for a year with some unknown disease that had been researched by healers and could not be found a cure for. Words suddenly came to my head, as though I had known them

You know what my pops used to tell me? Every time he saw one it was a soul going to Heaven.

I had no clue where the words came from, but as I observed the shooting star I couldn't help but wonder: who was going to Heaven? A wild thought I had was, what if I was? It would probably be better then the life I had now. Much better. I slumped down onto my pillow and layed there, thinking.

Suddenly everything went white and I couldn't see anything around me. I could feel my body, though, and I felt I was going up. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or what, but I was seriously freaked out. I squinted, trying to see through the fog. Out of the fog came a glorious being, it's skin glowing a golden color.

"Who are you?" I asked defiantly. The being just looked at me with icy blue eyes that looked a lot like mine.

"I am a deceased passenger of the Titanic." He told me in a haunting voice.

"The muggle ship that was believed to be unsinkable and then sunk?" I asked. The figure nodded.

"I know who you are, Draco Malfoy. My destiny on the ship was not fulfilled. You and another one of your kind must work together to make history right again." He said. I said something really clever like,

"Me… and another one of my kind…?"

"Yes. I will send you back into time as me so you can rewrite history."

"Okay…" I said, not sure if this was a dream or a hallucination. I decided to just accept, since it would be easier.

"Before I send you back is there anything you wish to ask me?" The being said.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Jack"

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A kind of mist spread around me, so thick that I couldn't see anything. The figure of the Titanic passenger- Jack, as he called himself- disappeared, and I wondered if I had been hallucinating. The mist rose and I stood in a noisy, rowdy building- a pub. What looked like an Italian immigrant came up to me.

"Buongiorno, Jack!" The immigrant said. My lips moved as if someone else were speaking.

"Buongiorno, Fabrizio. Are you ready to do this?" I asked, my lips still moving as if I was not in control of my own body.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Jack. Hopefully we will pick up some good cash" I nodded and we both sat down at a circular table.

Don't ask me how I did it; I don't know how to play poker. But by some miracle I was at my last hand with a full house. As I looked up to sort through my hand, I caught sight of a familiar mess of busy hair. What was Granger doing here? But as I looked closer I noticed that the curly luminescent auburn hair did not belong to Granger. She wore a white suit with violet trimmings and a huge, matching hat on her head. Definitely not something that Granger would wear.

Something was wrong.

She looked over her shoulder at me and stared, almost open-mouthed. I stared back. Her face looked extremely like Granger's, yet different. This stranger had a perfect face, free of any blemishes, freckles, or moles. For all I knew, Granger had freckles. Definitely not Granger.

Yet something told me it was.

However, if it was Granger or not, she turned her head, hiding her face behind the monster hat, obscuring my view. I turned back and concentrated on my poker game.

"All right, moment of truth. Somebody's life is about to change. Fabrizio?" I asked the immigrant. He showed me his hand.

"Niente?" I said.

"Niente." He agreed.

"Olaf?" I asked one of the other men at the table. He laid down his hand.

"Nothing." I confirmed. He shook his head sadly.

"Sven?" I tried. He laid down his hand.

"Uh oh. Two pair. I'm sorry Fabrizio." He started yelling a bunch of stringed curse words in mixed Italian and Spanish, and saying something about his mother.

"I'm sorry!" I said, cutting him off. "You're not going to see you're mom for a long time…" I slammed my hand down onto the table.

"'…Because we're going to America! Full house, boys! Wahoo!" I yelled. We grabbed the money and started putting it into our pockets.

"I'm going home!" I yelled, grinning. I hugged Fabrizio and we both grinned. On the other side of the table, Olaf was threatening his brother, shaking his fist at him and swearing in whatever language he was talking in. French, Italian, Spanish; I didn't really care, as long as I knew I was going back home.

"I'm going home!" I repeated, as if someone else were speaking, controlling my own lips.

"I go to America!" Cheered Fabrizio happily.

"Wait!" The bartender said. "Titanic leaves for America in five minutes." He told us. Fabrizio and I looked at each other

"Shit!" I exclaimed. We both hurriedly put the rest of our winnings in our pockets and rushed out of the pub, the bartender giving us hearty goodbyes.

We ran through the streets, our bags slung over our shoulders, and marveling at our good luck. "We're going to be practically goddamn royalty, Fabrizio!" I exclaimed.

Little did I know how much I was wrong.

When we got to the boarding door, they were already closing it.

"Wait!" I yelled. "We're passengers!" I showed him our tickets. He looked at me curiously.

"Have you been through the health inspection?" He demanded.

"Yes, of course." I lied. "Anyway, we don't have lice. We're both Americans." I lied again.

"Very well, then." Said the guard, sheparding us into the ship.

And I boarded the ship that would change my whole life.

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End of chapter Author's notes: I'm sorry it took forever to update! I've been super busy with school, Volleyball practice, homework, and whatnot. I promise the next update WILL come sooner! Actually, very recently our school had a fire, giving us a few days off. On those days I continued to write this chapter. But, knowing me, my luck can't be all that great. It was just as I was finishing up the rest of this chapter tonight that my computer started to go haywire and freeze everytime I turned on Microsoft Word and started typing. The results were a very frusterated me, and a few hours spent redoing the last bit of this story.

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