You Were My World

Blaise sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, fingers laced into a fist under his chin. His thoughts wondered to Hermione, who was currently lying on the filthy lab floor unconscious under a pile of dust and debris. She lies there motionless, awaiting discovery. Hopefully someone will find her in time.

At this moment the wizard was beginning to feel the sprouting of a foreign emotion he rarely felt, guilt.

He wonders why he left her in that place. Instead of the clean hospital where she would receive the proper medical attention she needed, she was on a dirty floor with no one to watch over her condition. Now the wizard's thoughts were leading to other guilty worth thoughts.

What if she swallowed too much of the potion – who knows how much she actually swallowed – the way Draco threw it on her face!

The wizard reclined onto his bed, involuntary turning his head to the empty side of his bed. Subconsciously he was hoping to meet with the sight of a slumbering witch with mass of tangled curls sprinkled on her face.

Inhaling deeply, Blaise brushed away thoughts of his fallen wife to the back of his head. She wasn't his wife, he reminded himself. She was never his anything to begin with and she may never be, with the way things were going. If he is able to win her heart sometime in the near future-when she is truly herself-it would not last. Blaise knows that sooner or later she will find out about his involvement in tricking her and claim his affection for her was forged and walk out of his life.

He has to admit that his feelings toward her in the beginning was forged, he only wanted to pay Draco back for what he said about his mother. He didn't expect to actually develop, dare he say, feelings for the witch.

Tired of wallowing in self pity Blaise thought he might have a visit with Draco, to see how he was holding up. As insensitive as his mate was acting, Blaise knew Draco better than to leave him alone at a time like this. The blonde wizard's actions today proved how impulsive and rash his has become. Blaise would say he was surprised, but he really wasn't. Draco has been stressing lately, and he believes it is because Draco has been under pressure at work. The place where he is practically incarcerated in his office all day, and at home, where his father is constantly reminding him that he must stay in said job to lighten their family image to the public.

Now that he has the time to think about it, Balise remembered how Draco practically exploded the other day, with his outburst involving the Dark Lord. Balise was too preoccupied with what he found out about Hermione that he failed to notice that there was something off about Draco. Draco was indeed suffering, even if he wouldn't admit to it. At this realization Blaise sat up and apparated to the Malfoy Penthouse, where he believed Draco to be, wasting no time, he dashed to the master bed room in order to confront his friend. Upon opening the door Blaise had a sudden rush of shock.

"Hermione!"

To say he was stunned was an understatement for there, sleeping on the king size bed, lay the object of which had occupied his thoughts ever since he had left her. And seated in a chair beside her was Draco.

"Draco – wh – what is the meaning of this?" Blaise was at a loss for words.

Draco didn't respond at first, merely staring at the unconscious witch.

"I…" Draco began, "I had to bring her back."

Blaise gazed at the silent wizard then he gazed at the witch, then another realization struck him. The wizard was coming to understand the situation better now and the more he understood, the sorrier he felt for Draco. Blaise stepped toward the wizard and placed his hand on Draco's slumped shoulder.

Of course it was obvious! Draco has loved Hermione ever since they were in Hogwarts, only he was in denial, extreme denial. Before, Blaise always thought it was only a mere infatuation Draco had for the muggle born witch but the no, he loved her. The reason as to why he didn't see it before was because Draco himself didn't realize it, even now, Blaise was sure Draco still didn't realize his own feelings.

"I went back to the Ministry in order to change my time card and then I realized something and had to go back down to the labs." Draco replied, not taking his eyes off the witch. "I couldn't leave her there."

"It's okay mate," Blaise squeezed his shoulder, his hand resided on, "I understand."

"No you don't," Draco turned to his friend, "I forgot to change her time card."

"I – what?" Blaise stared at Draco confused at his statement.

"I had to bring her back because I need to know her card number, so I can change the time on it."

"That's why you brought her back?" Blaise arched his brow at him.

"Yes," Draco got up, "I need her card number to change the time on it so it looked it she was in the lab the entire week and that way the accident can't be pinned on me."