You Were My World

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Hermione awoke from her sleep with a fright, all of the events that had happened were racing through her mind. Pulling the sheets over herself, her eyes darted around the room in panic.

"Hermione." Blaise said as he saw her sitting up on the bed.

Hermione screamed at the sight of Blaise and crawled backwards from him. Her back hitting the head board, causing her to whimper.

"Hermione." He cautiously repeated.

Hermione screamed again and reached for the vase on her nightstand to throw at him. Blaise managed to dodge the glassed object, but just barely. In desperation, he held both of his hands up in surrender and to show the distressed witch that he meant no harm to her.

"Hermione. Listen to me."

"Stay away from me!" Hermione exclaimed, reaching for anything she could find to throw at him.

Oh no! She remembers!

"Hermione stop!" Blaise shouted, dodging a flying little nightstand, "Let me explain!"

"Where's Draco DEATH EATER!"

"Ouch!" Blaise cried, holding his chest as the second nightstand slammed on to him. Why do we even have two nightstands for? He thought as he groaned in the floor.

After running out of objects to throw, Hermione quickly crawled off the bed and ran to a corner where a shelf stood, with a number of generously large books. Hermione grabbed the biggest one she could find and threateningly held it over Blaise's head.

Blaise saw this and coward on the floor, regretting his decision of taking away her wand. He could notbelievehe was going to die likethis! Beaten to death by Hogwarts: A History - of all the books! Give it to Hermione to pick out her favorite book to kill him with. Blaise thought miserably. He had no desire to lose his breathtakingly, handsome features by the pounding of a book! At least with a wand, there was a possibility she would use the killing curse on him. That way he could keep his stunning good looks, when his body is found, and not have it mangled and bruised. Oh, yes, he would rather die by her wand with his dignity and face, thank you. His only last wish before his death was that would Draco die in a more humiliating way. He thought bitterly, but soon he took back his word. Draco had suffered enough...hopefully Hermione would have mercy in her Gryffindor heart, for the both of them...Hopefully.

"Where's Draco!" She demanded, holding the book up with her weak trembling hands and arms.

Hermione's arms were about to give into the large book. She lowered her arms slightly; trying to make it appeared as if she knew what she was doing. From this action, Hermione couldn't help noticing the cover of the book. Hogwarts: A History? Hmmm...Looks interesting... Hermione thought as she admired the ornate cover.

Cautiously taking a step back, and keeping one eye on Blaise; Hermione neatly placed the book back on the shelf and looked for another object nearby to use as a weapon. Scanning through the shelf, Hermione couldn't find anything useful or blunt enough, except for the books, but the hard part was deciding which book to use. Hermione sighed, she didn't want to destroy these ancient books - knowledge was a gift! It was until her hands aimlessly wondered to a particular book and pulled it out did she return to Blaise.

She was going to kill him, but still had the time to admire Draco's collection? Blaise was never glad that Hermione still had her penchant for caring for rare books. But through it all, the dark wizard couldn't help but feel a bit insulted. She was choosing to look over books than pay attention to him! Pushing the thought away, Blaise used this fortunate yet degrading opportunity. He used his wand to disarm Hermione and stick her to the wall. Striding towards the witch, he glanced down at the book she was planning to throttle him to death with.

Quidditch Through the Ages?

It was much worse than he thought! Merlin! And here he thought it was going to be humiliating enough when he would tell those in the after-life that he was beaten to death with Hogwarts: A History! But Quidditch Through the Ages! He didn't even like Quidditch! For a Gryffindor, Hermione Granger sure knew how to disgrace a wizard! But on the bright side this was proof to what he has been musing over. There really was some Slytherin deep under that Gryffindor goody two shoes, know-it-all, book worm. And the thought aroused him...

"Hermione." Blaise said in a husky voice, but coughed to clear his voice and mind of the erotic images. "I'm sorry this happened."

"What have you done to Draco?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Draco?" Blaise blinked.

"Don't hurt him!" Hermione cried.

"What are you talking about?" Blaise inquired, bemused.

"Draco told me everything!"

She doesn't remember! He sighed in relief. But why was she trying to kill him? He pondered the thought for a moment before he figured out it was probably the reason why she was so cold to him earlier.

"Told you what?" He asked her.

"He told me all about you" Hermione spat, "Death Eater!" Her eyes stared at him accusingly.

So that's what Draco told her...

"Hermione..." Blaise said as he removed the spell. "Can you, please, tell me what you're talking about? We were at the waterfall and we..." He paused long enough for her to understand, then continued as he saw that she did, "You fell unconscious and I carried you back here. You just woke up and started attacking me..." He hoped he sounded convincing enough.

Hermione blinked as she leaned against the wall for support. "What? I..."

"Hermione, you were probably having a nightmare." Blaise said as he pulled her into his arms and carried her back to the bed. Hermione let her body slump, enabling him to easily carry her. The witch stared into his eyes, trying to find any signs of deceit but there weren't any.

"I...I'm...sorry - I -" She began to wept, struggled to find the words to say but couldn't.

"Shh...It's all right, love." Blaise coxed her, running his fingers through her hair. "Tell me about your dreams. It'll make you feel much better..."

Hermione slowly nodded. "I...In my dream..." She began, "You were a Death Eater. Draco told me."

"Oh." Blaise appeared shocked.

"And Draco...he - he was a vampire - he -" Hermione choked, the more she thought about it the more ridiculous it sounded. "He wanted to kill me...He - he lured me away and drank my blood - oh Blaise!" She cried, pressing her face on to his throbbing chest.

Blaise winced, but didn't let her see it. The spot she was pressing her face on, was the same spot where the nightstand she had threw at him was. "There, there." He said through the pain, patting her back.

From what he could gather, Hermione was speaking of the incident where Draco bit her lip. Speaking of which, Draco did bare a resemblance to a blood thirsty vampire to Blaise, when he found them. With his pale complexion and that hair...

Blaise pressed Hermione to his chest. "It was all a dream, love..." He winced as she pressed her face back on him, "Just forget about it... Like it never happened."

Hermione nodded, enjoying Blaise's strong arms wrapped around her.

"Where's Draco?" She wondered out loud.

"In bed. He was worried sick about you and became ill."

"Is he going to be all right?" Hermione asked, anxiously.

"He'll be fine, if you are here to look after him."

Hermione detected a hesitation in his tone of voice and wondered what it meant.

"Blaise?"

Blaise took her hand into his, "Hermione, I have some business at work that requires my attention." He told her.

"You...you're...leaving?"

"I'm sorry to say this. But I have to do this. Please understand."

"When?" Hermione coughed out.

"I...have to leave tomorrow."

"Wh...When will...you be back?" Hermione stuttered through her tears.

"I don't know."

Hermione cried even harder at this.

"Hermione," Blaise said softly, "please understand that this is something I must do. And also..."

After careful consideration, Blaise had already decided that his leaving was best for both Hermione and Draco. With Hermione, Draco could get better and forget his haunting past. He and Draco may have their differences and are equally competitive, but Blaise truly hated seeing Draco broken and tormented like this. As much as he hated seeing Hermione crying in his arms, confused and frightened, by what he just revealed to her.

During the climax of the war, his mother took him out of Hogwarts and moved them to the states. They waited until the war was finally over and order was restored to return to England. Blaise was oblivious to what had happened and ignorant to the changes in values and views of the people he once knew. He simply didn't care, unless it had something to do with him. But Draco was different...They knew each other since before Hogwarts and were good mates. But when he saw him again, after his returned, Draco was a stranger to him. He spoke to no one and kept his feelings to himself. Unlike before, before their sixth year, the Draco he knew would tell or show his emotions in order for everyone to know feel his rage. Now that he had some time to think about, Blaise realized that he wasn't a good mate to Draco at all. It explained why over the past five years, after the war, it took them a little over three years to finally find the courage to connect one another and rekindle their friendship.

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Hermione wept as Blaise kissed her one last time before his departure and reminded her that Draco was the one who needed her more than him. He gave a letter to her to give to Draco, when he wakes up and informed her not to open it or read it unless Draco wanted her too.

"I'm sorry." Blaise said. "Do you hate me?"

"It's all right…I...It doesn't matter."

"Take care love." Blaise murmured, brushing a strand of hair gluing on her cheek from her tears.

After Blaise left, Hermione stood in the middle of the room. Blaise's words, repeating over and over again in her mind. She honestly didn't know how to react to this, but knew only one thing.

"He needs me." Hermione said and walked up the stairs to Draco's room.

Pulling up a chair, she took her seat by Draco's bed and watched him as he slept. Every now and then she would read to him from the books in her room to help simulate his mind or discuss the books she had read, with herself.

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Draco awoke to a Hermione jumping on the bed and hugged him. Showering him with kisses, she told him how relief she was that he was okay. Then she called the groups of Healers in to examine him.

Draco recalled what had happened and what he did. It puzzled him as to why Hermione was acting…nice?

Maybe Blaise erased her memories again?

"Draco." Hermione said shyly, holding the letter out to Draco. "Blaise said to give you this."

Without hesitation, Draco took the letter from her and read its contents. Meanwhile Hermione stayed in her seat, which was pushed back a few feet from his, holding a book in her hand. She was pretended like she was reading, but in truth she was patiently waiting to see Draco's reaction.

"You know?" Draco cautiously asked, lowering the piece of parchment on to his lap.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, Blaise told me everything…I know who I am. I'm not a Malfoy. Not a Zabini. I am Hermione Granger."

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I had a lot of fun with the beginning of this chapter, the ending came out of nowhere.

I swear! I wanted to make it longer. But I'm a real sucker for chiffhangers. ;P

I wasn't planning on her knowing this soon, but I think I was dragging the story out with all these mishaps. Sorry. I believe after watching so many soap operas one tends to develop these habits of never wanting to finish...LoL...The story's not over yet and I plan on writing more romantic/smut parts with Draco and Hermione. And don't worry about Blaise, he will return!

Again, I still undecided on the whole threesome thing....