A/N: Hello all my lovelies! I'm so sorry I've been away for so long! I've been so busy with things. I never realized how busy my senior year would be and it's hard to sit down and find the time to write, but I found time to write this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic or Harry Potter. Those writes go to Mr. James Cameron and Mrs. Joanne Rowling.
So, without further ado, I present to you the next chapter in "Be Careful What You Wish For".
Ch. 8: A Possible Solution
Fully dressed, Hermione made her way to the deck of the boat with Draco behind her. They were running out of time and she was desperate. The woman- Rose- had said that after two became one, the solution to stop the boat from sinking would be revealed. However, Hermione felt as clueless as she had before.
"If we can't find a way to stop the ship from sinking and get out of here in twenty-four hours, we're going to die," Draco mused, voicing her worries.
"I don't understand," Hermione whispered, "Rose said that the solution would be revealed."
The two of them stood by the rail of the upper deck, the sharp Atlantic wind biting at their skin. Hermione knew it was a sign that icebergs were near. If they didn't do something soon, it would be too late.
Above them, stars glittered and the moon cast its glow on the water, making it shine blindingly. Constellations wove through the sky, creating connect-the-dot patterns in the stars. It almost seemed like the sky was playing a cruel joke on them. With the cloudless sky and the bright stars and moon, it seemed to be mocking them, as if it knew they had no solution to their very monumental problem. How she wished they could do magic-
She broke off on that train of thought, suddenly remembering something. Magic...
"That's it!" she exclaimed very suddenly, startling Draco. He gave her a curious look. "Rose told me that we would be able to use magic after two became one," she explained, now remembering Rose's mysterious message.
"What? But how? We don't have our wands," Draco argued.
"Your pockets, check your pockets," she urged him.
He did as he was told, slipping both of his hands into his front trouser pockets. He searched around for a moment before drawing his wand out of his left pocket and staring at it in amazement.
"It wasn't there when I put my hand in at first, then it just sort of... appeared," he murmured in disbelief.
"Because you hadn't been searching for it before. It was like it sensed your need for it," Hermione breathed. "
"What about your wand?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Well, this blasted dress doesn't have pockets, so I am assuming it will appear in my stateroom. We need to go back that way to get the Heart of the Ocean anyway," she explained. Draco shot her a puzzled glance.
"The Heart of the Ocean," she replied. "It's a necklace that Rose's fiancé gave to her. Rose said that it can help us get back to our time."
His eyes lit up as he heard that.
"How?" he asked curiously.
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I guess we'll find out.
They began making their way back to Hermione's stateroom, where Cal had locked away the Heart of the Ocean in a safe. The chilling night air danced around them, reminding them that they were running out of time. Bits of music met their ears every once in awhile, and Hermione guessed that the band was entertaining the last few people who had not yet retired to bed. The sound of water lapping against the side of the ship as it plowed through the ocean was almost peaceful to Hermione, calming her stressed nerves as they made their way across the deck.
They made their way down to where the first class staterooms were, keeping a close eye out for anyone. If somebody caught Draco down here, they would separate them and then they wouldn't be able to work together to find the Heart of the Ocean, much less stop the ship from sinking.
They reached the stateroom and Hermione cast a quick glance about her before closing her hand around the doorknob, turning it, and opening the door just wide enough for the two of them to slip in. Her eyes darted all about the room before it settled on the writing desk, where her wand lay. Quickly, she strode over to it and picked it up, fingering the intricate vine designs. It seemed like it had been forever since she had held her wand in her hand, and she was relieved to once again hold it. More relieved than she let on.
She looked up to find Draco in front of the safe, scrutinizing it carefully.
"Is this where that necklace is locked away?" he asked nonchalantly. She nodded, making her way over to him.
"What's the code?" he asked expectantly.
"I-I don't know," she admitted.
"You don't know?" he asked, his eyes hardening slightly. "Our only way to get home is locked in a bloody safe and you don't know how to get it out?"
She stopped for a moment and then face-palmed herself.
"I'm an idiot," she muttered to herself before lifting her wand and pointing it at the safe, murmuring, "Alohomora."
Instantly, the safe clicked and unlocked, the heavy door swinging open. Hermione's eyes searched the depths of the container, trying to make out the form of the glittering necklace.
It wasn't there.
"What the devil-" began Draco, but Hermione cut him off.
"Cal must've taken it. Maybe he knows we're looking for it," she whispered, mortified.
"Let's just go to the Communications Offices. We're running out of time. We can look for the damn necklace later," Draco muttered.
"You're right," Hermione admitted. With that, she took his hand and they made their way out of the stateroom.
A surprise was waiting for them outside.
"Ah, Sweet Pea, Mr. Dawson. Good to see you!"
It was Cal and he looked unusually jovial.. suspiciously jovial. Without hesitation, he pulled Draco into a hug, clapping him on the back. Draco looked taken aback and Hermione couldn't blame him. Suddenly Cal was being civilized to them? That was hard to believe. Hermione saw a flash of something glittery for a second before they pulled apart.
"Good to see you both. I'd better be on my way, though. The Colonel has invited me to brandy and cards with the other gentleman," he explained. With a curt nod of his head, he turned and walked the way he had came until he was gone.
"He's up to something," grumbled Draco.
"Maybe he's just had a change of heart," Hermione argued uncertainly. Draco snorted.
"Doubt it," he muttered, and Hermione had to agree with him. There was no way that Cal had changed his attitude about them so fast. Now way in hell.
It was quiet before Draco spoke up again, changing the subject.
"Do you think there's some way we can magically stabilize the ship?" Draco asked, breaking the silence. Hermione shot him a glance as they walked through the corridor.
"We're on the biggest ship of its time," Hermione retorted. "The magic to stabilize a ship this big would most likely exhaust us, if not kill us."
"Well, do you have a better plan?" he asked sharply. She was quiet for a moment.
"We need to sneak into the Communications Office. If we know what our coordinates are and if any other ships have sent us iceberg warnings, we'll be able to form a better plan," she said.
"Good idea. But how do we sneak in?" Draco asked. Hermione grinned at him.
"Not to worry, I have a plan."
At last, they arrived on the lower deck, near the steering room, in front of a door that was labeled "Communications Office". Draco looked at Hermione, his gray eyes penetrating her chocolate brown ones.
"There will be staff in there. How are we going to divert their attention? We can't very well use our wands. If someone comes in and notices that they're stupefied, we'll risk exposure," he murmured.
"Here's what we'll do. You'll go in and tell them that the Captain requests their assistance. I'll wait out here, around the corner, until they're gone. Give me some sort of signal when it's clear," she whispered determinedly.
"Sounds good," he replied. "What's the signal?"
"I don't know," she said, "just do something like knocking on the walls. Yeah, knock on the walls the Morse code for zero."
"The what?" he asked, confused.
She realized that Malfoy, having not been raised by muggles, probably didn't know what the Morse Code was. She began to explain it as quickly as she could.
"Muggles invented a machine called the telegraph which allows them to communicate over a long distance. The language that they use for these machines is called the Morse Code, which consists of a series of long beeps and short beeps. Since there will be no more people in the room, you will knock on the walls the code for zero, which is five longs," she explained hurriedly. "Now go."
She darted around the corner and waited, quieting her breathing as she listened.
There was a sharp rapping on the door and she assumed Malfoy was knocking. There was some shuffling from inside the room before she heard the door open and a man's voice speaking.
"Yeah?" he asked, seeming rather annoyed.
"It's the captain," Draco began. "He requires your presence, says he wants to ask you some questions."
"Ah, yes. We'll be on our way, then," the man replied. There was the sound of footsteps and then the man's voice spoke up again.
"Aren't you coming?"
"No, I've got to… ah… return to my post," Draco said, stumbling over his words slightly.
"Very well," the man said.
Footsteps sounded again and Hermione assumed that the men were walking towards the Captain's quarters. There was a moment of silence and then five drawn out knocks on the steel wall of the room.
Hermione darted out from around the corner and entered the room silently. Her eyes flew around the small room, taking in the old objects around her. The telegraph system took up most of the room, with its wires and the machine. There were two sets of headphones that had been abandoned in haste, given up by the men. The machine was already clicking out a message, most likely an iceberg warning, Hermione guessed.
"Can you read this code?" Draco asked, looking at the numerous papers that were splayed across the desk that displayed shorts and longs. Hermione nodded.
"Yes. I learned it in muggle primary school," she explained. She put the headphones to her ears and listened carefully to the message that the machine was clicking out.
"Greek steamer Athenia…," she translated, pausing to decode the rest of the message, "reports passing icebergs… and large quantities of field ice today… in latitude 41° 51' N,… longitude 49° 52' W… Wish you and Titanic all success," she finished, glancing up at him "It's from the Baltic II."
She glanced down at several of the other papers, rifling through them, her eyes flicking across the code, reading them deftly.
"These are all other iceberg warnings… They're from Amerika, Californian, Mesaba, and Caronia..," she trailed off. "The captain is ignoring them. Why?"
Draco was silent for a moment before looking up at her.
"If this is right, then we have less time than we thought," he whispered. She nodded, looking back at him.
"Let's go back to the deck. Maybe we can figure out a way to keep the ship from sinking," she suggested. He nodded, and they both knew it was the best alternative at the moment.
But when they reached the outside of the Communications Office, a surprise was waiting for them.
Cal and two security officers stood there, solemn expressions on their faces.
"He's the one. Check his pockets," Cal ordered.
The officers grabbed Draco's arms and began rifling through his pockets, earning several less than appropriate words directed toward them from the Ferret Prince himself.
"Cal, what're you doing?" Hermione cried, glancing between the men in confusion. Cal kept quiet, his cold gaze still directed toward the security officers who were thoroughly searching Draco's pockets. They pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a few dollar bills, and Draco's wand from his pockets.
"What's this for, your dog?" Cal asked sneeringly, gesturing toward the wand. Draco kept quiet, his piercing gray eyes glaring up at him.
Finally, the officers extracted something from Draco's coat pocket… something that shouldn't have been there…
The Heart of the Ocean.
"It's just as I said. He was snooping around in my stateroom earlier and when I returned to it, the safe was open and this was missing," explained Cal.
"What? No! That's not what bloody happened!" protested Draco.
"Quiet you," commanded one of the officers. "You're under arrest for breaking and entering as well as thievery."
Cal gave her a cold smirk, as if to say "I won", and with that, Draco Malfoy, the only person who could help Hermione Granger alter this moment in time, was dragged away and she was left alone with only a few hours to stop the biggest disaster in all of history.
A/N: Finally, a new chapter for this story! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. As I said in my beginning author's note, my senior year has been incredibly busy. Busier than I thought it would. I will try to update more frequently, but the updates might be a little late. I'll still post the dates on my profile, but I may not finish the chapters in time and they might be slightly late.
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