You Were My World

"Obliviate!"

"Draco?" Blaise stared at the wizard in alarm.

"I can do better." was all the Slytherin said as he pulled the duvet over Hermione's unconscious body and left the room as if nothing had happened.

"Draco, why did you obliterate Hermione, again?" Blaise asked, following him out as he tried to keep himself from hexing Draco.

"Building explosion? I know I can come up with something better that." Draco arrogantly declared as he entered the study.

"Be as it may, you didn't have to obliterate her again," Blaise reasoned.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Draco teased, pouring himself a glass of Firewhiskey, "Think of it this way, now we have more time to adjust everything before she wakes up, again."

Blaise was about to berate Draco for completely discarding the first story they had created so that they could tell her a different one, when suddenly a wicked idea popped in his head. "Oh yes, her cat," Blaise said, planning to put Draco on a guilt trip.

As if on cue the mysterious fluffy orange cat wandered into the room and sat in the far corner of the room, staring at them.

"You are going to return the cat now, aren't you Draco? And bring Hermione's back."

"Corkshank is fine," Draco waved dismissively, "probably got taken in by some little girl who lost her cat."

Blaise narrowed his eyes at Draco, forgetting about his plan for a moment, "Draco, where did you find this cat?"

"Some little girl." He answered quietly.

"Draco! Tell me you didn't steal some little girl's pet?" Blaise rose from his chair, glaring accusingly at Draco and pointing at the purring creature, who was observing the exchange.

"I didn't steal it!" Draco retorted, raising himself to Blaise's height, "I held out my hand and it came to me."

Actually, he noticed the animal had an attraction to shiny things, while he was trailing it and its master. When he angled his wrist watch to reflect the sunlight, it sprinted right to him. So, technically he hadn't kidnapped it when it came to him on its own free will.

Blaise sighed, sinking into his chair.

"Earlier, when I said we can adjust, I meant we need to purchase Granger some robes." Draco said, "And a comb or a brush or both- maybe a storage full of both."

"We can go to her flat and bring her robes here." Blaise suggested.

"No need, I already went there." Draco shook his head as he poured himself another glass.

"You went to her flat?" Blaise thought that was quite odd, Hermione would never let Draco go to her flat. Has Draco been stalking her?

"I had Crabbe and Goyol find her address to get her robes, but they couldn't get through her wards–the fools–not like it was that hard. Honestly, I don't know why she warded the place, barely anything worth stealing in that place."

"And her robes?"

"Don't get me started on her wardrobe! Weasley is disgusting - forcing her to wear those hideous robes!" he spat, drinking his glass, "at least Granger had enough sense to not shag him."

Blaise gazed thoughtfully at his friend. He saw a hint of relief on Draco's face when he said the last sentence.

"I suppose I can handle her wardrobe situation." Blaise got up to make some arrangements.

While Draco finished his last glass, he felt his wand vibrate. He called Blaise to come and then they both left to see to Hermione.

The wizards brought up their chairs, Draco on her left, Blaise on her right. Both took hold of each of her hands and waited patiently for her to open her eyes.

"Hermione!" Draco gasped, holding her hand to his heart, "You've finally awoken my love!"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "My dearest love! My heart ached so to view the sight of your enchanting eyes once more!"

Draco gazed at Blaise. Where are they? In a common Muggle theater?

"I–I'm sorry…" she stared at them, confused.

Both wizards embraced her simultaneously and glared at each other over her head. Their deadly gazes finally stopped when they felt Hermione's small hands pushing them off of her, her confused expression changing in to fear. They could see that she was very frightened. Schooling their features to appear softer the wizards gazed at her apologetically.

"Hermione," Blaise replied, "we apologize, if we have frightened you."

"We were just so happy that you have finally awaken for your long deep sleep."

Hermione blinked at the two. "Who are you?"

Both wizards gasped.

"What do you mean who are we?" they asked in shock.

"Hermione! How could you? How could you not know who we are after all that we went through?" Draco said with distraught.

Hermione blinked once again. "I… I don't seem to recall anything…How did this happen?" Hermione asked.

"You fell, Hermione." Blaise answered sadly before Draco had the chance to speak.

"How?"

"We just got married –" Draco said but interrupted by Hermione.

"Who just got married?" Hermione asked,

"We did." Blaise gestured to the three of them.

"What?" Hermione stared at them confused.

"All three of us, Hermione, you're our wife."

"Wife?" Hermione tilted her at the two wizards, confused.

"I will call the Healer, he'll want to know that you have awoken." Blaise said watching Hermione's reaction and Draco's hands.

The last two times he didn't watch Draco, being busy with Hermione, but this time he told himself he wouldn't let Draco obliterate her again. And sure enough, Draco's hand was reaching for his wand. He reached over the bed and grabbed the other wizard's hands, making sure Hermione didn't noticed. Lucky for him, she was lost in confusion after they told her she was both their wife.

"How about we leave Draco and let Hermione rest?" Blaise replied as kindly as he could muster, while keeping an iron grip on Draco's hands. "Hermione, you stay here and wait for us to bring the Healer all right?"

Without waiting for a response, Blaise dragged Draco out of the room.

Hermione sat in bed looking around and taking in her surroundings. Lovely and large was all she could say, since she did not recognize any of it.

"What?"

"Draco, were you about to do what I think you were?" the wizard demanded, releasing him.

"That's dispends on what you were thinking." Draco crossed his arms, not giving anything away.

"Were you about to obliterate Hermione again?"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Because," Draco's tone made it sound like it was an obvious answer that Blaise should know, "you told her she fell? You think she'll actually believe that?"

"Well she did and that's good enough," Blaise's voice lowers dangerously, "and don't even try to obliterate her again…"

The Healer, whom Draco obliterated, left after examining Hermione.

"I have amnesia?"

"Yes, love."

Hermione stared at her hands on her lap, contemplating what she had been told.

"You never got to telling me how I fell." She addressed the two.

"It was during the end of our wedding reception-" Blaise began.

"When Death Eaters began to attack!" Draco interrupted Blaise once again. He couldn't obilterate her again...might as well make it a good story this time around...

Blaise turned to Draco. Clearly Draco was enjoying being with Hermione, in her un-Hermione state. Blaise was beginning to wonder if Draco was make up these ridiculous stories to see if Hermione would actually believe it just because she has amnesia.

"Death Eaters?" Hermione was puzzled.

"Death Eaters are evil wizards trying to take over the wizarding world and enslave Muggles." Blaise explained, wondering if he should stop Draco or continue with Draco's new tale.

"Wizards, Muggles?" Hermione was more confused than ever.

"Wizards are those who are born with magical abilities and Muggles are those who are not." Draco said, seemingly normal, but Blaise knew he was up to something by the innocent look in his eyes and face.

"Oh…"

"The Death Eaters were sent by an evil dark wizard-with bad hair-to kill you." Draco said, not taking his eyes off Hermione.

Blaise arched a brow at Draco, the Dark lord didn't have hair from what he heard. For some reason the wizard was beginning to have a bad feeling about this.

"Who is this dark wizard? And why did he want to kill me?"

"The name he goes by is too foul for anyone to ever speak," Draco began, "but I can tell you his real name is... Harry Potter…"