You Were My World

Hermione listened closely to what her supposed husband was telling her. It was as if they were living in a fantasy world of magic, she ohed and awed at his tale of evil wizards and magic. Hermione believed herself to be dreaming, yes this all must be a dream, she told herself. Half way into their story Hermione's head was already spinning. She chucked her head in an effort to stop the aching, but it still wouldn't disappear.

"Hermione?" the wizards called in alarm.

The witch's face was flushed. Her eyes unfocused, she was chucking her head, groaning in pain, her body spasming uncontrollably. She was having a seizure.

"Hermione!" Draco jumped to her side, his arms wrapping around her, pressing her shaking form to his chest.

Blaise left to the study and came back with a vial of Sleeping draught. "Here, drink this," he pressed the vial's opening to her lips while Draco held her chin up.

After swallowing the purple liquid Hermione's body stopped functioning completely, Blaise sat back sighing to himself and staring at the ground. The idea of taking her to St. Mungos crept into his head once again, since Hermione's condition seemed to be worsening and the Healer they brought only diagnosed her. She had not cured her.

Draco was holding Hermione close in his arms, gently stroking her hair, and gazing at her with a worried expression on his face, an expression Blaise rarely saw on his friend's face.

"Let's take her to a hospital." Draco finally said.

"What?" Blaise thought he was hearing things.

"We're taking her to a hospital." Draco repeated, and got up. "But not St. Mungos, it has to be somewhere no one knows us or can recognize us."

Blaise stared at his friend, "All right." was all he could bring himself to say.

Silently they packed their bags and Hermione's. Blaise took several glances at Draco, unsure of to say. This was one of the rarest moments in his life, where Blaise was rendered speechless twice in one day. The first being when Draco was telling Hermione the tale of the evil, red headed Death Eaters and hissupreme evil Dark Lord with bad, unkept hair, which made Blaise assume -without having to really guess- Draco was speaking of Weasley and Potter. The second was when Draco finally declared they were taking Hermione to a hospital.

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Hermione was awakened with a throbbing headache. She sat up only to find her vision was blackened. Laying back down Hermione groaned, waiting for her vision to clear. Such an odd dream. She said to herself, very odd dream indeed. She dreamed that she was married to two gorgeous men who were both insane. They were telling her that they were wizards with magical powers and wands. Hermione laughed to herself at her imagination.

"Hermione." she heard someone say.

Blaise walked through the threshold of the door and greeted the awakening witch.

"Am I still dreaming?" Hermione asked herself.

"No love, you're not." Blaise gave her a reassuring smile.

"Oh…." Hermione closed her eyes inhaling and exhaling deeply. "So everything you said earlier was true?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

"Yes,"

"I have amnesia?" she asked, turning slightly toward Blaise, staring into his eyes.

"Yes." Blaise replied

"I'm married to you and…"

"Draco, yes,"

"I'm a witch?"

"Yes."

Hermione closed her eyes and rolled onto her back, taking deep breathes.

"Are you all right?" Blaise was concernedf or her wellbeing. The Healer who checked of the new hospital, said Hermione was experiencing side effects from her natural amnesic condition and the multiple obliterations she received. She told them to stop giving her Sleeping draught for a while, otherwise she will overdose and fall into a coma. "How about I step out for a moment and let you dress yourself." He said, pointing at doors and telling her which was the bathroom and which was her wardrobe, before he left.

Hermione slowly sat up, having no desire to relive another blackout. She stepped onto the warm carpet and entered the steaming bathroom. Seeing as the tub was already filled with water Hermione removed her clothes and sank into the hot liquid. She sighed in bliss, the warmth of the water was relaxing her muscles and the steam was helping clear her head. The witch shrieked when she suddenly felt something wrap around her waist.

Draco brought his head up after submerging himself into the hot liquid. His eyes widened when he heard a sound. He gazed around at the steamed filled room, not seeing anything the wizard shook his head, thinking it was his wild imagination. But then he heard it again, it was the sound of someone moaning and slashing water. Moving toward the sound Draco was surprised to see a womanly figure leaning against the wall of the tub, eyes closed, relaxing.

Granger? No it can't be her; she's still asleep from the potion. Thinking it was his mind playing tricks on him, Draco leaned back on the opposite side and watched the supposedly imagined witch wash herself. Before he would think it strange, how he, Draco Malfoy, would ever think the bookworm mudblood was… attractive. But lately, things haven't been, shall he say, normal. Shaking away his inhibition, Draco move toward the witch after all she is only a part of his imagination, it's not as if she was the real Granger…

Draco kissed the sweet lips of the witch, becoming excited when her moans of pleasure vibrated through his mouth and down to his very core. She feels so real… Draco thought as he ran his long slender fingers through her soft hair. His hands lowered to her smooth neck then downward to her perking breast, squeezing them and pushing them together. They fit so perfectly in his hands, just the right size, not too big not too small. Draco praised himself for having a good memory, which had materialized into this breathtaking fantasy. He truly believed that the being sitting before him, writhing and shuddering, was merely a figment of his imagination that his powerful magic had created for his pleasure.

And it has taken the form of Hermione Granger because she was the closest thing he had to an actual shag in months. His work at the Ministry has been so overwhelming that he could barely find the time to handle such carnal needs. Whenever he does, he was either too tired or too sleepy to gather the energy to exercise these needs properly. Inhaling deeply the wizard stilled, telling himself not to rush things. He reminded himself that itwasn't like last time, last time where Blaise came and interrupted. No, this Hermione was his to enjoy since the real Granger was soundlessly sleeping the potion off.

The wizard finally removed his lips from hers and nibbled his way to where his hands rested. The instant his lips kissed her round mounds her nipples pebbled. He greeted her responsiveness with a smirk and continued. His hands rested on her round bottom, caressing and massaging while he lips dominated her top half.

Despite the hot temperatures of the water and the warm steam, Hermione shivered at his touch. This must be another dream…Hermione thought, yes a dream, a sensual dream that she never wanted to wake up from…oh… Hermione arched her back as he grabbed hold of her breast, desiring more contact.

Biting her bottom lip to suppress the release of the passion echoing inside of her, Hermione was caught in a maelstrom of emotions. A voice in her head told her to stop thinking and enjoy the dream to the fullest extent, while another told her that this is not right, something is wrong, terribly wrong with this dream, but what, it didn't say.

Suddenly Hermione's eyes widen in the discomfort she felt at the touch of his fingers. His kisses were fine to a certain degree but what his fingers were doing made her feel odd and disoriented. The sensation was alien to her in a way that she didn't know how to describe. She could feel them inside of her, his digits, long and hard they were. His nails were short. Hermione thought it lucky because if his nails were any longer and he was doing this to her, then she would have even more discomfort, well more than she is feeling now. Sighing, the witch close her eyes trying to find the heated feeling she had felt before but it wouldn't come, instead she was met with pain. The man was hurting her. Cringing, she pushed him off her and told him to stop, but he wasn't listening, so Hermione did the one thing she could think. Scream.

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Blaise was sitting in the drawing room, breathing a sigh of relief. Hermione had finally awoken. He was worried, the Healer had told them she was in bad condition and them drugging her wasn't helping her in any way, only prolonging her recovery. Blaise sighed again feeling a lot better that he did when they first brought her here. Unfortunately, the wizard's relaxation was cut short when heard Hermione screaming for help.

Bolting out of his chair the wizard race to the bedroom where he left Hermione. Seeing as the screaming was coming from the bathroom he threw himself at the door and nearly slipped on the wet floor. Only his strong grip on the doorknob saved him from the accident waiting to happened… but Draco wasn't so lucky.

As soon as he could root himself securely to the slippery floor, Blaise ears were assaulted by a naked Hermione's booming scream, filled with panic and fear. Although, his eyes were fixed on the naked battered remains of what he believes to be Draco.

Taking hold of anything solid and attached to the wall, Blaise made his way to the screaming witch. He wrapped a nearby towel from a broken rack around her and held the sobbing witch in his arms. She stiffened at first but soon relaxed and fell into unconsciousness.

After the Healers finished examining the two, they left Blaise with a few needed vials of potions for them and made their way back.

Blaise sat beside a sleeping Hermione, holding her hand and kissing her head tenderly before leaving to see to Draco. He didn't know who to sympathize with here. Hermione, who briefly awaken, only to have a harsh scare from Draco or Draco, who lay in bed wrapped in bandages and covered in healing solutions. She did a fine number on him, she did. He couldn't believe that such a small witch could do so much damage.

Draco stirred and awoke to the sight of Blaise staring at him with a worried expression on his face.

"What happened…" he managed to groan out. Why was his body aching so much?

"You slipped and fell in the washroom, hit your head pretty good and rolled down the steps near the tub hard… very hard." Blaise deicide to not tell them what really happened, there was enough bad blood between them, and frankly he wasn't quite sure what happened to them in that bathroom himself.

"I did?" Draco recalled going into the washroom for a bath and then… Granger was there and then they, they… what happened next he couldn't remember.

"The healer said for you to rest."

"Where's Granger?"

"Sleeping, she still hasn't woken up yet, since we brought her here."

Draco didn't said a word, merely closing his eyes and falling back to sleep. Taking that as his cue, Blaise made his way out the door. Opening his eyes again, Draco tried to remember what happened in the tub. Granger was there, he thought, but Blaise said she was still asleep, so he must've been dreaming she was there. A corner of his lip twitched as he recollected the dream. Her skin was like wet satin beneath his fingers, her hair soft, her mouth tender, and the way she innocently respond to his touches. Groaning, Draco realized he was hard all over again…

"Hermione…" Blaise said softly.

Hermione stirred a bit before fully awaking, she cried as she recalled what happened in the washroom. "Blaise! It was terrible! – "

The wizard embraced her tightly, soothing her, "You had a nightmare it was all. You're awaken now, no one's going to hurt you as long as I'm here." He reassured her.

Hermione stared at him, "A dream?"

"Yes a dream, it was all a dream."

Panting, Hermione slowly relaxed in Blaise's arms.

"Will you stay with me?" Hermione asked Blaise shyly.

"If you wish it so," Blaise replied, slipping off his coat and laying beside the witch.