You Were My World

Draco took his seat at breakfast the next morning, wincing from the stings of his injuries as he sat. He massaged his temples as he greeted Hermione and Blaise with a nod. As they ate his eyes wondered to Hermione, who was sitting across the table from him and next to Blaise. Once again, he pondered if what happened yesterday was real. It surely felt real enough to him. She responded so innocently yet at the same time eagerly. But afterwards the sweet dream ended and she was screaming and beating him with all her might, throwing and hitting him with anything in reaching distance - what a nightmare!

When he awoken he went into the bathroom earlier that day and found no trace of the damages he had witnessed in his dream. Everything was in place, neat and clean. He even went to check on Hermione, Blaise was there. Blaise told him that she still had not awoken yet but the Healers said that she would soon.

His theory was that since Granger was a virgin, the knowledge manifested itself in his dream. Yes! That was the only reason why that could ever happen. It was her not him! He barely put two fingers into her and she was already screaming at the top of her lungs - dream Granger responded to him as the real Granger would - violently.

Draco gazed at the witch's face observing her cheerful mood which slowly turned into annoyed. She turned to Blaise and whispered something, which Draco couldn't quite catch, into his ear and Blaise in turn whispered something back. Hermione's face softened and gazed at Draco sympathetically. Draco quickly averted his eyes and began to eat his meal. As if he's got the nerve to look her in the face after having that kind of dream- Merlin! He was desiring a Mudblood!

Blaise told Hermione that Draco had injured himself by slipping on the washroom floor and violently tumbled down the three steps near the tub. She gazed at Draco sympathetically. How horrible it must've been for him. Now she felt bad for being annoyed with his staring at her earlier, he was only worried about her and wanted to be sure she was okay.

"Hermione, is something the matter?" Blaise asked, seeing that she has stopped eating and was playing with her food.

"Nothing…" her voice trailed off. "Draco," she said, "how are you feeling?"

Draco gazed up at a smiling Hermione, "Fine." he replied and continued to avert his eyes.

Blaise sipped his cup as he looked at Hermione's fallen face. She was obviously upset by Draco's cold response. Blaise then turned to Draco, who was trying to hide the fact that he was uncomfortable.

"Draco –"

"I don't feel so well, going back to bed." Draco interrupted Blaise, then he dabbed the corners of his lips with his napkin and left.

Blaise watched as Hermione's eyes followed Draco's retrieving form. She cared for him, which is certainly a good thing, considering the incident. Fortunately Blaise had her convinced it was all a dream, a nightmare to be precise.

"Hermione." Blaise said.

Hermione pulled her eyes from the empty hallway and gave Blaise her undivided attention.

"Draco blames himself for what happened to you," Blaise said softly, "he didn't eat or sleep while you were comatose, never left your side…"

"Then why is he being so cold to me?"

"He is afraid you won't forgive him."

"I forgive him," she responded quickly, "as you said, it was an accident."

"I know, but because of your condition you can't say you truly forgive him, now can you?"

"Is that what he thinks?"

"No, it is what he believes."

Hermione considered what Blaise had told her and excused herself. She has to see Draco and make him understand that her accident was not his fault. He was fending off those horrible Death Eaters. They were going to kidnap her to hurt them for defeating their Dark Lord. Well they succeed, partly, by what Blaise had told her, Draco is a right mess. As the witch made her way to Draco's room, she tried to think of a way to tell her husband that she has forgiven him.

Third door on the right, Hermione recalled what Blaise told her when he gave her a short tour of the house that morning. She knocked a few times and waited for a response but receive none. Curious, Hermione open the door just a little to see if Draco was in there. He was lying on his bed with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

He is so handsome. Hermione thought.

"Draco..." she murmured, feeling embarrass for disturbing his musing.

He turned his head to her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. She had such a shy expression on her little face that was almost cute, almost.

"I..." she hesitated, feeling shy all of a sudden.

Hermione gazed at Draco's steel gray eyes and felt her knees weaken. Such a beautiful man he was. Gathering her courage, Hermione took a deep breath and told herself she would do it.

"Blaise has told me everything." she supposed that was a good introductory, but the anger in Draco's face told her otherwise.

"What?" Draco sat up, his face twisted in rage.

"I forgive you." She said quickly, not wanting to cause any problems between the two.

Draco didn't say anything, but got up and headed toward the door. Hermione grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into an embrace. He stiffened, clearly shocked by her actions.

"I love you." she whispered. As soon as she spoke those words, Hermione felt her chest tighten.

Draco stared down at her, puzzled at what she was saying. What is she talking about?

"It was my fault." she continued, "I should have listened to you, when you told me to leave."

Draco was confused for a moment before he remembered the lie he told her of their wedding being crash by a group of kidnapping Death Eaters. He and Blaise were dueling them four at a time, and although he screamed at her to leave but she wouldn't because she loved them and wanted to stay. While they were busy a few managed to hit them with minor curses, but since they were such powerful wizards and witch they defeated them. Sadly some got away, but not before hitting Hermione with a obliterating charm. Blaise must have not told her the actual truth, good.

Playing into the role he himself created, Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione. They remain that way for some time, lost in each other's embrace. Hermione pulled away to gaze up at the gorgeous man that was her husband. Unintentionally she found herself kissing his soft, warm lips.

He lightly pushed her to the bed resting on top of her. Draco didn't remember who kissed who first but what was he to do? Push her off him? He is supposes to be her husband and husbands hug and kiss their wives, along with other things. Involuntarily, Draco found himself kissing his way down Hermione's neck, chest, and stomach, peeling off her robes in doing so. It's not like he was going to shag her, he just want to see for himself if she was a real virgin. The last time he didn't have enough time to find out thanks to Blaise.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart was racing in her chest, feeling as if it was trying to hammer its way out. It was the feeling she had felt in her dream the night before but hopefully this wouldn't end in the same way. She stiffened a moment when she felt Draco pushed up the skirt of her dress and maneuvered himself between her shapely legs. He wanted it to be comfortable, which was slightly hard since every time he made a sudden movement his aching muscle would sting.

Honestly did three steps really do this to him? He reminded himself later to corner Blaise and demand he tell him what happened. Speaking of Blaise, Draco muttered a quick charm to ward the room.

He was kissing and sucking the soft skins of her inner thigh. She giggled, his actions were tickling her. But then she stiffened again, feeling him pull down her knickers. Knowing what was coming after this, if her dreams were any indications. To her surprise he wasn't doing that 'thing' he did in her dream. Technically, he wasn't doing anything at all. Hermione sat up to see what Draco was preoccupied with.

"What – ah!" Hermione threw her head back and dropped back onto the bed.

What was that? Hermione wondered as she was lost in a daze, a spasm of pleasure shot through her entire body, making her lose her breath and quiver. Hermione held her hands over her heart. It was pounding like mad, more than ever before. Then she felt it again, the electric sensation spring from the area between her legs where Draco was.

She was gasping and struggling but Draco had her legs in a firm grip, he could tell she was enjoying it. Smirking, Draco flicker his tongue over her pink bud again just to see that look on her face. It's not so often he gets to see the Gryffindor Princess flushed from head to toe, speechless. Blaise wasn't lying when he said she really was a virgin. He honestly was surprised. He thought for sure she shagged the Weasel or Saint Potter already.

The witch threw her arms out, gripping the bed sheets until her knuckles turn white. She didn't know what he was doing but please don't left him stop. The sensation was so overwhelming; she literally thought she was going to explode. Pushing herself up with her weak arms, Hermione was determined to see what he was doing exactly. Not that she didn't like it of anything but she just had to know.

Draco smirked up wickedly at the witch and showed what she was struggling up to see to satisfied her curiosity. He stuck his tongue out and twirled it around her swollen bud. She shirked, her eyes closed and for the second time she drop herself back on the bed. Her legs twitched when he started to suck at her sensitive bud. Hermione arched her back and moaned. It was as if she was slowly being consumed by the sun, a raging ball of fire.

She was thrashing her head left and right, begging him not to stop. Fueled by her cries, Draco doubled his efforts. He threw her legs over his shoulders and pulled her hip up for a better angle. He studied his knees; his crouching position was hurting his arousal. He stuck his tongue into her opening, licking up her juices as it flowed out as pools. He reached down to cup her waiting breast and pinched her nipples.

Hermione saw stars when she screamed out her release, being sling in the upside down position. She felt the delicious electric current spiraling down from her toes to her head. Draco dropped her legs on the bed and fell onto his back, exhausted. Panting he turned to Hermione who was sound asleep, inhaling deeply Draco shut his eyes and let sleep consume him.

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"AGH!" Blaise grunted, coming in his hand. "Damn you Malfoy." He cursed.

The blonde Slytherin warded the room yes, but he purposely didn't cast a silencing charm. Instead he amplified it, which led to Blaise current indecent state. His body hardened from Hermione's screams and bouts of moaning pleasure that the wizard couldn't really help himself. He could hear her in every room he went into to escape the echoing sounds. But everywhere he went she seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Blaise went into his personal wash room to clean himself off. During it all he was plotting of a way to repay Draco back for such a kind gesture.