You Were My World

Sorry for the long wait, been busy working on my Hermione fic. It really took a lot out of me, over 30 pages and I'm still not done with The Sorcerer's Stone. But as soon as I finished that half I wrote this chapter. There's a bit of angst here. All the other angst stories I'm writing is over taking my humor side. But don't worry, everything will be straighten out soon enough.

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"Are you certain you're all right, love?" Mr. Granger asked Hermione through the door.

"I'm fine." replied Hermione, resting her head on her pillow.

It has been over two weeks since Hermione had returned home and she still couldn't remember either of them. They were shocked and upset as any parents would be when they had learned that the daughter they had raised for all these years could not recognize them. But for the sake of their beloved daughter they pushed aside their emotions and vowed to do anything they could to help her remember who she was.

Hermione was doing well as it seems. She was absorbing the stories of her childhood that they are telling and imagining herself in them. But hidden beneath her smile and carefree behavior, her parents could tell something was bothering her. At times they would find Hermione staring off into space with a lost look on her face. It would fade away as soon as she noticed that they were looking at her and she would pretend as if nothing had happened. It saddens her parents that she refuse to reveal to them what was bothering her, so they could talk it out. But so far she has not yield.

Hermione pressed her face onto her pillow, while thinking back the day Draco returned her to her parents. He was silent when she revealed to him that she knew that he had lied to her. But suddenly he pushed the covers off him and got dressed. Hermione waited patiently, with her head hung low, for him to finish. When he did, he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulled her into the hearth, and blindsided her with some sort of powder. The next thing Hermione knew she was here, in her parents' home with a note pinned to her shirt, explaining her ailment. And Draco was nowhere in sight...

Hermione wiped away the tears flowing from her eyes. How could he be so cold to her? She knew he did not love her, or cared for her for that matter. But he could have at least had the courage to explain himself to her. Explain why he did what he did so she would understand. She wanted to understand his actions, most of all she wanted to understand him. For him to leave her the way he did, with nothing but a note pinned to her shirt was an insult. An absolute insult! He might as well have spat on her face and threw her in the middle of a desert without a food or water.

Draco's a monster! A heartless monster! Whispered a voice in her head.

Hermione shook her head, telling the voice it was wrong. After all that Draco had been through, he had to build a wall around himself and be shield from the evils of the past. Hermione told herself, but the voice was persistent.

Liar! Liar! The voice screamed.

That part was true, Hermione admitted. From Draco's actions, she could only speculate that he saw her as a play thing for his amusement. For goodness sake she was injured and lost her memories. He should have taken her to a hospital for immediate attention, but he didn't. Instead he decided to keep her in his house and fill her head with false stories!

With her empty mind, she was but a child, scared of the unknown world she awoken into. He was her world! She reached out to him for comfort and care, but all she received from him were deception and a duplicate feeling of lost and emptiness when she had awoken and saw his angelic face. Yes, he had an angelic face, but the heart of a devil lay within him!

He took advantage of her on multiple occupations. In false presence of him being her husband and she his wife. She was a fabricated wife with the mind of child! He was taking advantage of a child! Did he even know it? Or was he enjoying the power of being her false God too much to realize it!

"Hermione,"

Upon hearing her cries of frustration and sorrow, her parents unlocked her door to investigate.

"Mum! Dad!" Hermione cried, stretching her arms out and reaching for them from her bed.

Her parents rushed to her side without hesitation comforting her and bathing her in their love. Why couldn't Draco do this? Why couldn't he just give her the security her parents handed to her as easily as breathing?

"I love you." Hermione choked out to her parents.

Her mother held her to her chest, while her father hugged the both of them. None said a word, simply letting Hermione express her emotions.

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"Draco?" his mother said. "Draco?"

Draco continued to lie on his bed, his eyes to his ceiling, without movement.

"Lucius!" Narcissa shouted for her husband.

Lucius rushed to his wife at her call. "What is it?"

"It's Draco," she cried, "something is wrong with him. He hasn't eaten in four days, Lucius! Four days!"

Draco had returned from his vacation without so much as a hello to his mother or father. He merely went to his room and lay on his bed. Narcissa was worried for Draco the moment she saw him, thinking something was wrong. Draco was paler than ever before and reeked of wine and alcohol. Lucius dismissed her concerns as her being overly protective. But after four days, Lucius began to worry for Draco's well-being as well. Draco wasn't eating, nor was he sleeping. He only laid there.

"Draco?" Lucius said cautiously, entering his room. "Draco?" he repeated.

Lucius took his wand out to inspect if Draco had been hexed, but found nothing. Narcissa held Draco's hand in hers and kissed his boney knuckles.

"Draco?" Lucius attempted for the last time before he called a House elf to fetch a healer for him.

"Besides being malnourish," the healer told them, "it seems young mister Malfoy is suffering from what I believe to be mental withdrawal state."

"He was away for a few weeks…" Lucius mused.

"But, he sounded fine in his letters." Narcissa insisted.

"It could be that the event that triggered him into this state happened right before he arrived home." The healer said, "While he was away, who was with him? They could possibly tell you what happened, or give us a clue."

"Blaise," said Narcissa, "I'll send for him at once."

Upon hearing Draco was ill; Blaise arrived at Malfoy manor within minutes.

"What happened?" Blaise asked.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that?" drawled Lucius.

Blaise stared down at Draco's pale figure. "I… I don't know…" he guilty looked away, "he was acting strange. It was as if he was reliving something."

"What do you mean?" demanded Narcissa.

"Tell us now." ordered Lucius.

"Well, I don't understand it myself. But I believe he said, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please don't kill them."

Narcissa gasped and gave a load cry, falling on top of Draco and embracing him. Lucius moved to her side to comfort her.