You Were My World

The two Slytherins ran to the awaking witch on the bed. Draco went to her left, Blaise to her right.

"Hermione…" Blaise replied softly, taking her hand into his.

Draco eyed their joined hands, unintentionally and without a second thought he reached for her other hand, lacing their fingers together. When they heard her groan they unconsciously squeezed her hands gently.

"Hermione…" Draco said it this time.

"Wha…" the Slytherins heard her say, and they willingly released her hands as she pulled them away from them to rub her eyes. "Who?"

"Hermione."

Hermione slightly turned her head to the right, of which she heard the lovely male voice. Her eyes were still unfocused, which cause her to only be able to see a dark blur.

"Hermione,"

She heard another male voice, turning her head to her left, her vision finally cleared and she was met with the sight of a young handsome man. His skin was so light and his hair neatly cut, and his eyes… She wasn't, no, couldn't describe how beautiful they were.

"Hermione,"

She turned at the sound and was met with another amazingly handsome sight of a gorgeous young man. His eyes were as beautiful as the other man, but his skin was rich and dark.

"'Mione, how are you feeling?" Blaise asked, upon seeing her staring at him with a confused expression on her face. To ease her mind he began to explain about her accident, "You had a nasty fall and hit your head love." Which wasn't far from the truth, she did hit her head when she fell after Draco had thrown the potion at her face.

Upon hearing this, Hermione rubbed her head and winced when she felt the tender flesh.

"Hermione, the healer will be here to examine you in a short while." Draco said, "Until then you are to stay in bed."

"Pardon me," Hermione said shyly, "but who are you two, who am I?" She stared at them curiously for a moment, but then she examined the room, "Where am I?"

"What do you mean Hermione?" Draco forged a look of shock, which made Blaise roll his eyes.

"I – I can't seem to recall any thing…" She said, lying back down, her head was hurting too much for her to stay sitting up.

"Oh dear?" Draco placed his hand over his heart. "How terrible!"

What a professional. Blaise thought. Must've had a lot of practice at home.

"Mione…" Blaise wrapped his arms around her. "How could this have happened?" Purposely Blaise eyed Draco when he said this, they both knew how this happened.

Blaise slowly released her when he felt her stiffened in his arms. She looked at him and blinked a few times, before a blush appeared on her cheeks. She was afraid of him, clearly, but amazed by his beauty at the same time. Blaise pulled back at a certain distance as to seem not too threatening to her.

"Hermione," Draco moved back, deciding to keep his distance as will, after seeing how she had reacted to Blaise's simple touch, "How about you rest some more and then we'll come wake you up when the healer comes to examine you."

"Afterwards we will explain everything to you and answer every question you may have."

Draco mentally laughed when he heard Blaise's words. He, again, pictured the scene with Granger chasing after Death, demanding him or her answer her questions about the afterlife.

Hermione's eyes moved from Draco to Blaise, not sure if she should believe them. They seemed believable but something was bothering her, and she didn't know what it was. After considering it awhile, Hermione made herself comfortable on the bed and closed her eyes.

The wizards left the room, gently closing the door. They returned to the study to continue their previous discussion.

"About the rings," Draco said, "you need to handle them."

"Alright," Blaise agreed.

"Mother would notice. She secretly keeps track of my and father's purchases. It helps her know what father and I will be giving her for special occasions, that way she can pretend that she's surprised." Draco answered Blaise's unasked question.

After taking care of that, they began with their other important discussion.

"Cookshanks?"

"Yes Draco, her cat's name is Crookshanks." Blaise said for the last time.

"What kind of name is Corksharks?" Draco raised his brow.

"I don't know, and it's Crookshanks." Blaise shrugged, "it's her cat. She named it."

"Crokcanks?"

"Draco."

"I liked my name for it better," Draco muttered under his breath.

Blaise sighed.

"Speaking of which, where is the fur ball?" Draco asked as he sat in his armchair.

"Wasn't he with you?" Blaise crossed his arms gazing at the other wizard. "Draco?" he said his name in a questioning tone when the wizard didn't respond.

"I saw him a moment ago." Draco said, a little too quickly.

"How long do you mean by a moment ago?"

"A moment ago before we took Granger to the lab."

"Draco."

"Okay, okay, I'll go find him!" Draco said, lazily getting up and going to the hearth. He called out the name of the hotel and throw the Floo powder.

Blaise paced the floor of the study while waiting for Draco to return with Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, which Draco accidently or purposely left at the hotel.

"I got him!" Draco shouted as he appeared in the hearth.

"Good," Blaise strode to him, "Draco," he said as looked down at the animal in Draco's arms. "This isn't Crookshanks."

"What do you mean?" Draco arched his brow looking down at the orange, hairy fur ball. "This is her cat, Cooksure." he said as he held the feline up for Blaise to see.

"No. Its. Not." Blaise replied, wondering whose pet Draco accidently or purposely stole.

"It's not like she'll remember it." Draco argued.

He dropped the fury creature to the floor and walked pass the wizard to the door.

"Did you get the rings?"

"Yes," Blaise took a black ring box from the desk and handed it to Draco. "I already put Hermione's on her finger."

Draco opened the box and placed the silver band in his finger, it was a perfect fit.

"I'm going to go check on Granger." He said as he left the room.

"How are you feeling love?" Draco asked as he entered the room.

"A bit better." Hermione said, slowly sitting up.

"That's good to hear," Draco stepped closer to her, with caution.

"Could you tell me who you and the other one are now?" Hermione went straight to the point. They maybe handsome, but who knows what was lurking beneath the surface. What if they were some sort of kidnappers?

"Yes, yes we can. My name is Draco Malfoy and – "

"And I am Blaise Zabini," Blaise said as he enter the room.

Draco glared at the other man for rudely interrupting him.

"Hermione is my name?" she remembered it was what they called her earlier.

"Yes," they replied.

"What happened?"

"There was an explosion," Blaise began.

"You had the misfortune of being caught in it." Draco finished for him, and he put his hand over his heart, "We should have protected you better!"

"The explosion was no one's fault," Blaise knelt beside her bed and took her hand into his.

Draco followed suit.

"Who am I?" Hermione asked as she looked from one wizard to the next.

"Our wife." they answered

"What?" Hermione's eyes widened as she stared at the wizards.

"You are our wife, Hermione Malfoy Zabini."

Blaise side glanced at Draco. He didn't miss the fact that Draco had given Hermione his last name first.

Hermione tilted her head to stare at her husbands and then down at her hand. There on her thin little finger was a sparkling diamond. She looked at each of their fingers and saw their rings, Draco's silver band and Blaise's gold. Her face showed that she was lost in thought. The wizards schooled their facial expression to be calm and yet riddled with worry for their wife.

"I'm your," she pointed at Draco.

"Yes." he answered

"And your," she pointed at Blaise.

"Yes."

"Such tragedy!" Draco shouted all of a suddened, "And only after two days of marriage!"

While Hermione stared shockingly at Draco, Blaise shook his head. Where are they in, a common Muggle theater?

"We've only been married two days?" Hermione gasped, "How awful…" she muttered, her back slumping.

Draco gently wiped away her tears before Blaise got the chance, which made Blaise more certain than ever that Draco secretly fancied her or else he wouldn't be so possessive of her.

"It wasn't your fault love," Draco said to her.

"Yes, none of it is your fault." Blaise said, glancing at Draco.

Draco looked over at Blaise, noticing his emphasis on certain words. When will he stop blaming him for all this? He wasn't the one who caused the explosion, SHE was!

"You said, 'explosion' what explosion?" Hermione looked up at both of them for answers.

"Well, we were on our way to our Honeymoon," Blaise went with Draco's two day marriage story, even thought it wasn't what they had planned to tell her earlier.

"When we passed a building –" Draco interrupted him.

"It exploded." Blaise finished.

"All of us were injured –" Draco continued with the tale he began. He's already come this far, what's the worst that could happen?

"But not as badly as you –" Blaise said, returning Draco's glare.

"You've been asleep for days!" Draco shouted. He was proud of himself for getting the last word in. Take that Blaise! he thought, but made sure Hermione didn't see and start crying like she did last time. Merlin! He did not want to go through that again!

The room was silent as the wizards waited for Hermione to take in what they had just told her.

"I -"