A Wish Come True

"Oh look, it's Potter and his poor ickle friends Weasley and Granger," came Draco's drawling voice from behind Harry, Hermione and Ron.

"Stuff it Malfoy," Harry spat.

"Aww... Potter isn't happy to see me. I feel so unloved," Draco taunted.

"Of course not Malfoy. Who would be happy to see you?" Ron interrupted.

"Plenty of people. I bet your sister would," he had a smirk growing on his face.

Ron looked about ready to punch Draco when Ginny came around the corner and stopped when she saw the group and Draco arguing. "I hope you guys aren't fighting again."

"Stay out of this Ginny." Ron said, not breaking his eye contact with Draco.

"God Ron, I wish all of you knew how it felt to be one another. Then you guys wouldn't fight so much," Ginny said. Out of nowhere there was a loud pop and smoke filled the corridor.

"What the hell's going on?" Draco yelled through the smoke.

"I can't see!" Hermione called out.

"Neither can I. What's going on?" Ron asked.

"I don't know!" Harry answered.

"Ron!? Where are you?" Ginny asked, but before anyone could say anything there was another loud pop and they were no longer in the second floor corridor of Hogwarts.

"Ginny, hurry up! We're going to be late," Hermione's voice came from a room over.

Ginny sat up, looking at her surroundings. She was in a very fancy and elegant looking bedroom. It was different shades of red and pink all over the room. The bed she was laying on top of was a deep maroon in color; the carpet was an elegant and new looking Persian carpet; all around her was dressers and tables made out of dark cherry wood. Directly across the room there was a beautiful marble fireplace; windows to her left, with beautiful tapestries draped over them; the walls decorated with a beautiful wallpaper of red with gold flowers all over them. "Huh?" Ginny was very confused. She had no idea where she was. All she could remember was there being a loud pop, the corridor filling with smoke, and another pop and now she was here.

"I said hurry up. And don't use such improper language. I've sent you to all the finest schools in England and not to hear 'huh' from you. Now hurry up and get ready," Hermione said sternly, coming in the room.

"Where am I Hermione? And why are you dressed funny?" Ginny asked. Hermione was dressed in early 1900s clothing, upper class clothing.

Hermione looked a bit insulted. "You will not refer to me as Hermione. I am your mother and deserve proper respect from you, you will call me Mother and nothing else. Also, you will not insult my clothing. I paid much money for my clothes to be proper and up to date," She looked around and back to Ginny, putting her hands on her hips. "You haven't even picked out your dress?"

"No. I don't even know what you're talking about. Where am I?" Ginny insisted.

"You're on the Titanic. The grandest ship in all the world," she replied, going to the closet and pulling out a beautiful looking blue dress, "Here. You'll wear this tonight. I'll send in the maiden to help you lace your garments. Harry will be worried sick about us being late."

"Oh..." her voice drifted off as Hermione left the room. The Titanic? Harry? Hermione? The Titanic sunk over 100 years ago. she thought. A few minutes later a woman entered the room. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ms. Johnson. I'm one of the maidens for this compartment. Your mother sent me in to help you attend your laces," the young woman said. She looked only about sixteen or seventeen, about Ginny's age.

"Oh," Ginny simply stated. She continued to sit where she was. Somehow she had to figure out what was going on.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Stand up," the maiden said good-heartedly. Ginny stood up and looked at the maiden, not knowing what in God's good name what lacing garments was. "Turn around," she told Ginny. Ginny did so, standing there feeling pretty dumb. The maiden started lacing up the garter Ginny had on.

"So... What's your first name?" Ginny asked, trying to make conversation.

"Tabatha," the maiden answered, continuing to lace up the garter.

"Oh. That's a pretty name. I'm stuck with Ginny, short for Virginia." Ginny said.

"I think Virginia is a beautiful name. That's my daughter's name. I had to leave her back at home during the voyage," Tabatha responded.

"You have a daughter?" Ginny was now interested.

"Yes, she's three. I had her when I was fourteen. It was kind of an arranged marriage. It didn't work out though. As soon as he found out I was pregnant and couldn't do his sexual bidding, he left me. I've had to take care of her myself with the help of my mother. Though I awfully hate to leave her with my mother with the condition she's in, but I couldn't take care of here on the ship," Tabatha explained.

"What does she look like?" Ginny knew she was being very nosy, but she was curious and couldn't help it.

"She's got blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She's my pride and joy. I don't know what I would do without her," Tabatha answered.

Ginny couldn't help but smile. She wondered what her first child would look like, and who would be the father. "What's it like to be a mother?" she blurted out on accident.

"It's wonderful, yet a lot of hard work. Seeing your child grow up in front of your eyes is amazing, and the feeling you get when they hug or kiss you and tell you they love you is indescribable. It's the greatest thing in the world," Tabatha was smiling very brightly now. She had finished lacing the garter and walked over to the chair that Hermione had put the dress on. Carefully she picked it up and helped Ginny into it.

"I can't wait till I find my one true love and we start raising a family together," Ginny said out loud.

Tabatha made a bit of a laugh, but it was sincere. "Neither can I. Of coarse you have Mr. Potter. He seems like he'd make a very nice and suitable husband."

"Harry? Harry's in love with Cho though," Ginny said.

"Then why are the two of you engaged?" Tabatha asked.

"We are?" Ginny was taken aback at learning this.

"Yes. Are you feeling well? I didn't lace your garter up too tight did I?" Tabatha questioned, looking at her with worried eyes.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. I must have hit my head earlier." Ginny replied. She really had to find out what was going on.

"Ok. Well, you're all finished. Would you like some help with your hair?" Tabatha offered.

Ginny was about to say no until she realized that she had no idea how to do her hair in the early 1900s style. "Yes, I'd be grateful for it," Ginny replied with a nod.

Tabatha led her over to the dresser with an elegant looking mirror and sat her down. After about five minutes of fumbling with Ginny's long curly red hair, she had if fixed up in a beautiful style that Ginny had never seen, yet liked.

"Thank you Tabatha," Ginny said, standing up. She looked around and saw the shoes Hermione had left out for the dress, and put them on. "I guess I'll see you later. Hermione didn't really seem like she wanted to be late for whatever she was going to."

"Don't you mean your mother?" Tabatha asked curiously.

"Oh, yes. Where was she going anyway? Do you know?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, she's waiting for you in the sitting room with Mr. Potter," Tabatha replied.

"Ok. Thank you," Ginny said before walking out and to where she figured the sitting room was. Lucky for her she went to the right place. There was Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sitting in the sitting room, sipping tea.

As soon as she entered the room all three looked up. "Ginny dear, come sit down," Harry said, motioning towards the empty spot beside him on the couch.

Ginny walked over obediently and sat down. "What did I miss?" she asked.

"Oh not much sweetie. Harry and Ron got here just a moment ago," Hermione smiled.

"You look beautiful darling," Harry said, flashing his perfect white smile.

Ginny felt like her heart was melting, but she knew deep down that something wasn't right.

"So where are we going?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Dinner, darling," Harry answered.

Her and Harry might has well been the only ones in the room. She was just waiting for the moment that Harry ripped her clothes off. What's with all this darling crap? she thought to herself. "Oh."

Ron looked at his pocket watch and back to the group. "Looks like it's time we get going. Don't want to be late for our reservation," he said.

Harry got up and helped Ginny up. She found that it was very hard to walk, and move in general in her outfit. She looked at the group and found that other than the fact that they were dressed funny, they were missing someone... Draco. She didn't really care about Draco, but she was curious where he was. "Where's Draco?"

"Draco who, darling?" Harry asked.

"Draco Malfoy, don't you remember? Your arch-nemesis," Ginny started to explain, and saw the look on his face and continued, "Very bright blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, tall, pointy face? You and Ron like to call him Ferret Boy."

"Darling, are you feeling well?" Harry asked.

"She's probably just nervous about being on the ship," Hermione interjected.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "What year is this anyway?"

"1912, sweetie. Surely you already knew that," Hermione replied.

"1912?" Ginny asked, her mouth hanging open. They all nodded. "The ships going to sink! It's going to sink!"

"Don't be absurd, Gin darling. This ship is unsinkable. Not even the powers of heaven and hell together could sink this ship," Harry said.

Ron seemed to be the quiet one of the group, when usually it was Ginny. "I'm not being absurd. You should know! All three of you! The Titanic sunk April 15^th, 1912."

Harry suppressed a laugh that Ginny didn't like. It was like a laugh she would have expected from Draco Malfoy. "You really are funny darling. You'll be pleasant to have around the house," he said.

This, Ginny figured, was the 'engagement' he was talking about. She didn't say anything in reply, she just kept walking, listening to Hermione and Harry talking about the 'latest gossip'. They finally entered the grand parlor, which was more beautiful than the pictures she had seen of it. They walked down the grand staircase, stopping where the stairs joined. There was a beautiful clock made out of wood, and decorated with angels. She would have continued to stand there marveling at it, but Harry tugged at her arm, making her go down the rest of the steps. "Wow..." she managed to say in awe.

"I'm glad you like it darling," Harry said, smiling with such a slimy smile, that she again would have expected from Draco. She started to think about Draco again. Wondering if he was ok, what he was doing, where he was. His beautiful face that was so perfect it was unbelievable. Harry led her to a small table which already had three people there. John Jacob Astor, his wife Madeline, and Benjamin Guggenheim. "Hello JJ, Madeline, Ben." Harry said, shaking their hand, except kissing Madeline's hand.

Ginny smiled and sat down next to Madeline and Harry. "Hi, I'm Ginny Weasley," she said to Madeline.

"Madeline Astor. Pleasure." Madeline said. She had a sort of arrogance to her that Ginny could learn to hate in a heartbeat. She was already starting to hate being some first classy girl. Ginny wondered how Draco could put up with being like that, but then again, he was born into it.

About halfway through dinner Ginny excused herself from the table and started walking away. She could no longer stand it. Truth be told, she was about to slap Hermione and Madeline, knee Harry in the balls, and just tell the shit out JJ and Benjamin. She didn't know where she was walking, nor did she care, as long as she got away from all of them. Being sucked into their world of snobs, money, and stuck up assholes was the last thing she wanted. Before she knew it she was at the aft of the ship. From everything she had learned about the Titanic, she knew that this was third class territory. There seemed to be a party going on down on the deck. She knew no one, so she just sat down on one of the benches. "Hmm.. I wondered when I would find one of you. Funny it should be you Weasley," she heard Draco's voice beside her.

At first it scared her, but she just looked over and saw him sitting there. "Draco?" she was halfway stunned.

"Nah, I'm Captain Smith. Who do you think I am?" Draco said sarcastically.

"I don't know! I was starting to wonder if you had even got here," Ginny replied.

He looked at her, for the first time really noticing what she looked like. Sure he had seen her before, but he had never really paid attention to what she looked like. All he could do was stare at her and wonder how anyone could be that beautiful. "Damn..." he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" she asked, looking at him again. "What are you staring at?"

Draco suddenly snapped to attention. "Nothing. I wasn't staring at anything," He looked at what she was wearing, "Heh, bet you're happy..."

"Why?" Ginny asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

"Look at you. You're rich, you're first class, you're beautiful-" he suddenly stopped and blushed slightly, realizing he had told her she was beautiful.

"What did you say?" Ginny couldn't believe her ears when she heard 'you're beautiful' come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth.

"Nothing." Draco said, still blushing.

"Oh." She looked at him and noticed his rags he had for clothes. She honestly felt sorry for anyone who was so poor they had to wear them. Her family was poor, but she never would have had to wear something like that. "So you're..."

"Poor," Draco answered for her, "Yes, I ended up being the steerage passenger out of the whole group while you four got to be first class. I guess you got your wish Weasley."

"Would you not call me Weasley?" Ginny asked, slightly irritated.

"Why not?" Draco shrugged.

"Because there are two 'Weasleys' and I do have a first name. In case you didn't know it, it's Ginny," she said.

"Well, Ginny," he started out, slightly mocking her, "I'll be sure and call you that from now on. Of coarse it's not like I have much choice in the matter. I'm a dog compared to you."

"What?" he was starting to confuse her.

"To first class passengers, us steerage aren't even better than dogs," Draco replied.

"Oh," Ginny simply said. She had a look of sympathy on her face.

"Don't feel sorry for me. We're going to die anyway, wait, I'm going to die," There was a long awkward silence between the two as the song that was playing ended and another one started up. "Would you like to dance, Ginny?" Draco looked her directly in the eye.

It had caught her off guard, the last thing she ever thought she'd be doing was dance with Draco Malfoy. "Sure," she replied. He took her hand and led her to an empty spot on the deck and they began dancing to the bagpipes and accordion. Ginny had to admit that this was one of the best times she had ever had in her life. Not to mention that Draco was a pretty good dancer, even to the Irish dance music playing. She didn't really know how to dance to it, nor would it have been easy if she did. For a moment she paused, and he looked at her strangely. "Hold on a second," He nodded as she proceeded to rip the side of her dress.

"Are you crazy? Do you know how much that dress probably cost?" Draco blurted out.

"I have not the slightest idea," Ginny replied, still tearing it.

"That thing probably costs a good £2000. Cost more than a first class ticket for this ship costs," he said.

"Oh. Oh well, Its not like the dress would be any good in a couple days anyway. I found out its April 13^th, so we just boarded the ship today, or at least me, Harry, Ron, and Hermione," Ginny said. She had finished ripping the dress, which now had a huge split up to her thigh. She hadn't meant to make it that high, but she wasn't paying that much attention.

Draco was staring open mouthed at her pale thigh in awe. Her skin was so beautiful, so pure, so lush that he wanted to grab her up and start ravishing her that moment. He immediately closed his mouth when he felt her eyes settle on him. "Finished?" he asked.

"Yes," Ginny replied, smiling with a slight blush. She had seen him staring at her thigh, not that she minded it.

He took her hand in his left, and put his right hand on her hip and started to dance with her again. "Won't you be worried what they'll think of your flashing skin?" Draco smirked.

"Who?" Ginny asked.

"Harry, Hermione, Ron are just a few," Draco said.

"I don't know. What will they think? They've been acting strangely ever since we got here. How come you haven't?" she interrogated as if he knew everything.

"Well, they'll think you're a scarlet lady, exposing so much skin. And I have no idea why I haven't been acting strangely," Draco replied.

"Oh. For some reason, you and me are the only ones that really know who we really are," Ginny said, "Hermione thinks she's my mother, Harry thinks he's my fiancée, Ron, well I

don't know what Ron thinks he is, but he's definitely not Ron."

"They're idiots anyway... So how are you liking being rich?" Draco asked curiously.

"I hate it. It's horrible. I'd rather be poor any day. What about you?" she asked him.

"Well I'm used to being rich, but I'm assuming you meant how am I liking being poor. Well, it's not quite what I expected. I'm definitely not used to it. I think if I had grown up like this, I'd be taking it better," Draco said.

Ginny giggled. They continued dancing and talking for at least an hour. Giggling and laughing the whole time. Ginny suddenly stopped during one of the songs and looked Draco in the eye for a split second before putting her arm around his neck and bringing him in for a kiss. At first he struggled against the kiss, but gave up and into the kiss. She liked kissing Draco, it was fun, exciting, and yet dangerous. If only she had become a third class passenger with him, but then again he probably wouldn't have liked her then. It was the daringness that attracted him to her now, and if she were a mere steerage passenger like him, he wouldn't have been attracted in the least. Ginny was really enjoying herself when the need for air hit her. She pulled out of the kiss, still being held by Draco and looked him in the eye. Oh yes... There was definitely attraction between them, she could feel it, she could see it in his eyes, she could feel it in his touch. "Touch me Draco," she said almost in a whisper.

"What do you mean? I am touching you." Draco said in response.

"Like this," She took his hand and put it on her exposed thigh. Their faces were now less than an inch away. "Kiss me Draco..."

Without being told twice, he kissed her. He himself was enjoying it, until there was someone standing there beside them who gave an "Ahem," to get their attention. Ginny and Draco both popped up to see Ron standing there. "What do you think you are doing with this young lady?" he questioned coldly, sneering at Draco as if he were dirt.

"Nothing," Draco said, "Sir." He normally wouldn't have done that, but knowing that he was now a third class passenger on the Titanic, he must know his place.

"Do you know who this man is, Miss Weasley?" Ron questioned.

"Yes," Ginny replied, slightly starting to blush. Never in her life had Ron caught her making out with some boy.

"Who is he then? And why were you kissing him when you are currently engaged to Mr. Potter?" Ron further questioned.

"Draco Malfoy," Ginny answered the first question, but avoided the second one.

"Right, well come along, Mr. Potter is looking for you," Ron said, taking her arm and trying to drag her along.

She looked at Draco with pleading eyes, but he just shook his head. "I can't," he whispered.

"But why not?" she whispered back.

"Cause I know my place, I can't just stand up to him, he's first class, he can have me arrested," Draco said. "You know what they do to people when they arrested on this ship?"

"No, what?" Ginny asked.

"They chain them up down in steerage. That'll be a one way ticket to hell for me," he replied. "Go with him before either of us gets in trouble."

Ginny kissed him on the lips one last time before letting Ron completely drag her away.