You Were My World

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Hermione gasped at what Draco had told her.

"Blaise..." She breathed. "He..."

"Yes." Draco said, closing his eyes in false shame. "I tried to reason with him but -" He quickly shut his mouth, as if he was choking on his words and did not know what to say. "It's all my fault." He murmured, softly enough to make her think that he didn't intend for her to hear him.

"Oh, Draco. It's not your fault." Hermione reasoned, embracing him.

"No! I'm a failure! I couldn't stop him." Draco sobbed, pulling Hermione closer to his chest.

"No Draco. Don't blame yourself."

"But I -"

"Shh..." Hermione silenced him.

As Draco held Hermione a large smirk slowly appeared on his lips.

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Blaise smiled as he pulled Hermione's chair out for her to sit in. Hermione returned his smile but Blaise could tell it was forced. Something was not right. He knew it.

"Hermione." Blaise said cautiously, placing his hand on hers.

Hermione shirked when she felt Blaise's touch and whipped her hand away as if it burned her. She regretted her actions moments later when she saw the hurt in the wizard's brown eyes.

"I'm sorry!" She quickly apologized. "I - you startled me!"

"It's all right Hermione." Blaise told her. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have startled you."

Hermione flushed at his words. She felt the ping of guilt stab at her heart.

"Blaise." She began but was interrupted by Draco.

"Hermione, are you ill?" He asked her, "You don't look so well."

"Well, I-I do feel a bit under the weather." Hermione admitted.

"Then you should be lying down." Blaise suggested. "I'll -"

"Come, Hermione. I'll take you back to your room." Draco offered and took her away without waiting for either Hermione or Blaise to answer.

Blaise eye's turned to slits of anger as he watched Draco lead Hermione upstairs. But he quickly blinked them back to their normally soft and tender glow, when Hermione turned her head and met his gaze. The witch had a look of disappointment written on her face, coupled with sadness in her eyes.

Does she remember?He thought in alarm.No!

After careful consideration, Blaise dismissed the thought. Because, if shedidthen she would have acted this way to Draco too - No! She would use her wand - of which he foolishly returned to her - hex them both, and run to tell Potter. That being said, the wizard realized that he should take her wand from her, (in case she regains her memories tomorrow) and kill him and Draco in their sleep - and that's if they're lucky. At that thought, Blaise began to wonder what would Hermione do to him and Draco if she does remember...hmm...

If he were to have lost his memories and was kidnapped by two witches, who has him locked he in a room, he could think of a few things he could do to them or make them to do to him as punishment when he regains his memories...

Blaise shook his head. He needs to stop thinking of such things. Right now, he needs to think of Hermione - well hewasthinking of Hermione actually - but not in that way. What he really needs to do is find out what Draco did or say that caused Hermione to become so terrified of him. Especially after the level of intimacy they had shared.HOW COULD SHE? HOW COULD SHE TREAT ME THIS WAY AFTER WE-

Blaise mentally slapped himself.What am I a-a vir - arg!He couldn't bring himself to say it! He, and a good number of witches, knew very well that he's not a virgin. But he had to admit, he did sound like an inexperienced school boy, who fell head over heels for a witch that gave him pleasure, in his thoughts. Hermione was great but it wasn't like she was the best he ever had. He had plenty of witches who were far more experienced than her and a more beautiful as well. But there's something about Hermione that makes her different from the other witches he had...The feelings and emotions that Hermione brings out of him makes him -Is it because she's my first?

Blaise buried his head in his hands.Merlin! I am a virgin!He thought sadly.

He had never shagged a Muggle born before...

It's not like there's much differences...Hermione has the same parts...

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Lying on the bed, Draco held Hermione's hand over his heart as she buried her face in his chest. The plan went better than he could have imagined. Hermione, as before, believed his every, little word. There were doubts, yes, but in the end she submitted to the 'truth' about Blaise.

Draco grinned. Revenge tasted so sweet.

He'll make Blaise pay for his little stunt as well as Hermione.They'll see...

"Hermione..." Draco gently whispered, shaking her shoulders ever-so carefully.

The witch gazed at Draco, upon hearing him call her. The witch's face was flushed, her eyes red and puffy, and her bottom lip swollen from her constant chewing. Draco stared down at the fragile witch, her chin resting on his chest, and involuntarily wiped her tears away. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was vulnerable, weak, and completely exposed to him. Seeing Hermione Granger -the great war hero- in such a defenseless state aroused him.

As Hermione gazed up at Draco or at least tried. Having cried so much, she had lost her line of vision. Draco had wiped her tears from her cheeks but not her eyes and they were painfully stinging. All she thought about was Blaise and prayed that what Draco had told her was not true. He's such a gentleman, and oh so charming.It's not true!Hermione chanted in her mind. It can't be! It just can't -

Draco had suddenly grabbed her and pressed his lips on hers. Hermione shirked in surprise. Her vision was still unfocused but she was able to feel his soft lips and hard, callous hands cupping her face and pressing her to him. It was like he wanted to devourer her, making her become a part of him. Hermione struggled with Draco, trying to push him away from her. He was hurting her. Hermione screamed, begging for him to stop, as loud as she could muster, but her cries were muffled by Draco's lips. He held her firmly with little effort, there was no escape. Tears cascaded down her face, stinging her eyes as she felt his hand roam over her body, touching every inch of her he could reach. Hermione became nauseous and dizzy at Draco's forcefulness. When she felt his hands on her inner thigh, his fingers pressing into her, and the tasted the metallic favor of her own blood - it was too overwhelming, flooding her senses and swallowing her whole. She was weak.

"Draco..." Blaise whispered.

Wanting to clear up the mind poisoning that Draco had obviously fed to Hermione, Blaise went upstairs to her room. And gasped at what he saw. Draco had his head rested on the head board, fresh blood on his mouth and chin. His face was paler than usual and what troubled Blaise was that he didn't move an inch. Hermione was lying on top of Draco. Blaise could not see Hermione's face because of the position; she was facing to opposite direction from him. All he could see was her hair, a tangled mess, and her body appeared limped...dead...both of them did.

"Hermione." Blaise said.

Blaise cautiously stepped toward them, taking his wand out. While billions of scenarios span around his mind. When Draco finally blinked, coming out of his comatose state, he stared down at Hermione's head. "What have I done?" He murmured.

"Draco." Blaise said softly, stepping closer. "What did you do to Hermione?"

When Draco didn't answer, Blaise repeated his words, trying to maintain his soft and gentle tone. "What did you do to Hermione."

"I-I hurt her." Draco answered, appearing lost.

"How?" Blaise asked.

"I'm sorry!" Draco exclaimed, his eyes frantically jumping from Hermione to Blaise and the wall in front of him. "I won't do it again!" He screamed to the empty space in front of him. "Please don't kill them!" He shouted in desperation, wrapping his arms around Hermione and crawling back.

Blaise stared at Draco and then toward the direction Draco was staring. Who is he talking to?

Wasting no time, Blaise rushed to fetch the Healers. When they arrived, the Healers took their wands out, with a few flicks of the finger, Draco as asleep. The Healers took Hermione from Draco and placed her in a separate room. Dividing into groups, the Healers examined Hermione and Draco.

Meanwhile, Blaise stayed in his room. Contemplating the words that Draco was screaming about earlier. The only, obvious, conclusion he could think of was that Draco was probably having a hallucination of Voldemort. He finished off another glass of wine and placed it on the table. He thought Draco was over it already...Some things you just can't forget...

As Blaise thought back to what had happened until now; he realized how childish and petty he and Draco have been, and was disappointed at himself. He wanted to help Draco, but things just got complicated and he lost himself in Draco's childish game.