You Were My World

After hearing that Blaise Zabini came to visit, Draco raced to the sitting room. Once there, he was greeted by Hermione's laughter at something funny Blaise had just said.

"Hello Draco," Blaise gave him a wicked smirk, he was the first to see Draco walk in because of the angle of his seat.

"Zabini," Draco said cautiously, making his way to Hermione.

Upon hearing the exchange Hermione turned her head and eyes to meet Draco's. She greeted him with a smile.

"Are you finished with those errands?" she asked him.

"Yes," Draco continued with caution, not knowing how long Blaise had been there and what had been said between the two.

Instead of sitting with Hermione on the love seat as he first intended, Draco decided to sit on the sofa that was closest to the door. It was encase she would try to attack him, that way he had an easy escape route. She may only be smiling at him because she was waiting for him to drop his guard then strike. With his hands in his pocket, he felt for both their wands, making sure they're still there.

It gave him some sort of comfort, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hex him. But, if third year had taught Draco anything, it was that she could do some serious damage with or without her wand. His face stung for days after the initiative blow. It has been years, who knows what twisted muggle techniques she has learned in that overactive head of hers.

"I came by your house today for a short visit. Your mother told me you are staying in the penthouse." Blaise began, "Imagine my surprise when I Floo here to find your wife, Hermione…and she had informed me that she has lost her memories. Can you explain to me as to how that has come to be?"

Draco sent his friend a warning glare. "Hermione has lost her memories in a potions explosion while at work. I found her and brought her home with me immediately."

"You didn't bother to take me to the hospital?" Hermione asked, not believing that her husband didn't care enough for her well being to take her to receive proper medical attention.

"Well…" Draco quickly used his Slytherin cunning to think of something fast, "when I found you, you were unconscious, yes. But you only had a few scratches on you and at the time I didn't think it was that serious. I was planning to take you to the hospital right away that's where I went, to make an appointment for you."

"Oh," Hermione said, accepting his explanation.

Blaise on the other hand was not easily persuaded, for he knew Draco was lying. Blaise mused over Draco's predicament. He could help his friend with whatever ridiculous scheme he has came up with or help him but make it difficult for him.

"What time is the appointment, by the way?" Blaise asked Draco casually.

"Noon," Draco said slyly, "the healer will be here at noon." Great now he has to owl a healer to come to check on his wife and then obliterate her afterward.

"That's good," Blaise smiled genuinely at Hermione. "I hope they are able to help you remember who you are."

Blaise rested his hands over hers, giving him the desired reaction from Draco.

Draco was fumingly eyeballing their hands on the armrest. Why is he touching her?! She's MY wife! Why is she letting him touch her?! She's blushing!!!! These questions spun in his head giving him a migraine.

"Blaise," Draco relied coolly, swallowing his anger, "it is late and don't you have other business to attend to?"

"On the contrary my dear friend, I have all the time in the world," Blaise gave him another smirk, he then turned to Hermione and brushed a lose strand of her hair behind her ear. His finger tips lightly gliding over the soft, silky skins of her cheek, "especially for this beauty."

Hermione's face turned a darker shade of red. She averted her eyes from the handsome man touching her and turned to meet the livid eyes of her husband's. Seeing the anger in his eyes Hermione automatically pulled her hands away from Blaise's, embarrassed at her behavior. She hung her head in shame and excused herself. She ran to her room and locked herself in her bathroom, wiping away the tears.

How could she do such a thing, acting wantonly to a man who wasn't her husband – in front of her husband. She could not blame Draco for being angry. They are good friends, Blaise had told her so, and she does not want to ruin a good friendship. After Hermione finished freshening up, she left the bathroom to find a tri-color fluffy cat on the bed.

It looked as if it was waiting for her. Hermione walked closer to the cat and gently stroke its knotted fur, her mood lightening.

"What a pretty little kitty you are," She said, stroking it.

It lay on the bed, enjoying her affection. The cat seemed to be quite familiar with her. Was it hers? She picked it up and placed it in her lap. It must be hers, the feel of the tangled fur felt so common to her.

"What was that?" Draco's voice tightened.

"What was what?" Blaise played innocent.

Draco brought out his wand and cast silencing charms around the room. He put his wand back in his pocket, all without breaking eye contact with Blaise.

"You're just like your mother," Draco suddenly said, "a filthy whore."

"Draco." Blaise said warningly.

"Too bad Granger has hardly any money. If she did, then you'll marry her and kill her for her money, just like your mother did to all of her husbands." Draco found himself saying, "Are you sure you know who your real father is? Seeing as your mother has shagged almost every wizard and muggle in the planet and possible some demonic creatures from curiosity." Draco's anger overtook him completely and it came out in the worst insults he could find.

Blaise's eyes narrowed. He was defiantly angry at Draco now. He knew how his mother acted, and still acts like, but he loves her no matter what anyone says. Draco was his friend since they began Hogwarts, but how dare he say those things! Both wizards were inching for their wands, when all of a sudden Blaise thought of a clever way to repay Draco for this offense. With a pop, he apparated away.

That will teach him never to cross me. Draco sat on his seat with a smug look on his face. He got up from the sofa and left for the Ministry to change the numbers on his time card. After he came back he decided to go to his study to look over the document he had retrieved right before he found Hermione. When he came to Hermione's room he paused but decided to give her some space.

"Draco," Hermione said softly, poking her head inside his study.

Hearing Hermione calling him, Draco's head came up from his paperwork and looked at the clock on the wall. It was fifteen till noon. The healer should be here soon.

"Yes," he answered as she came into the study.

"May I…"

"What is it Hermione?"

She was acting strange.

"Draco, may I have my wand back please?" she asked him timidly

Why is she asking for her wand? Does she remember everything?

"Do you remember something about your past?"

"No."

That's what she says, then when he gives it to her she'll hex to the next century.

"Then why do you want your wand?"

"Blaise told me about our magic world and said he'll re-teach me some simple spells..." She said, trying to study his face.

Blaise told her that Draco was in a bad mood because of their disagreement concerning her condition. She hoped he was not still mad and would willingly give her back her wand.

"Hermione, Blaise won't be coming here anymore." Draco said, signing the last line on the document and putting it away.

"Draco, you and him have been together for far too long to be upset at each other like this." Hermione replied, trying to reason with him as to get him out of his grumpy mood.

"There is nothing to talk about," Draco rose from his chair, "I am through with him."

"Draco, I don't want us fighting," Hermione pleaded with him, "for our marriage to work we must not act or say things irrationally. You have hurt Blaise's feelings–"

"Hurt his feelings?" Draco raised his brow. How did she know about his fight with Blaise?! He left didn't he?! Then it came to him. Why that sneaky little – he must have pretended to leave, sneaked into her room, and filled her head with lies!

"Draco, I'm sorry this happened."

"What are you sorry about?" Draco eyed her carefully.

"That I had to go and be in an accident and cause you two to fight." Hermione lowered her head.

"None of it was your fault, love" Blaise appeared through the door and pulled Hermione into a hug.

"Blaise," Draco said angrily.

Blaise pressed Hermione's head to his chest and smirked at Draco with triumph. He then pulled Hermione's face up to wipe her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"Don't cry, love…" he whispered, kissing her temple.

Draco felt the pot of anger boiling up again. What lies did he tell her that would make her respond to him in such a way?!

"GET OUT!!" Draco pointed to the hearth in his study.

"Draco," Hermione sobbed.

Hermione pushed herself out of Blaise's embrace and went to Draco's side. She gazed at him with tear stained eyes. Draco couldn't stand to look at either of them. It was too revolting. He saved her from dying in the Ministry and this is how she repaid him?! By cheating on him with his best friend?!

Wait?! They are not really together! She lost her memory and he told her that she was his wife. That's it, she's not his wife. She is not cheating on him by being with Blaise. But, then why does it hurt seeing them together…

"Stop being immature Draco," Blaise strolled to Hermione and rest her head on his shoulder, "you're making our wife cry."

"Our wife?!"