You Were My World

After suffering a harsh defeat, Draco retreated to his bathroom to plot his own revenge on his, now, ex-friend. As soon as he was inside the bathroom, Draco securely placed locking and silencing charms in the room. There was where he let all of his anger and frustrations out, making the air creaking with his magic.

Nothing in the space was spared by Draco's vengeful spirit. He screamed and screamed until he felt satisfied, ruining the room into a way he wished he could do to Blaise. Blaise would pay for stealing his wife – well his – his-

Draco could not help but realize that he is fighting with his friend over a witch – not exactly a witch, but Granger?! Merlin! Had he lost his mind – he was fighting with Blaise over GRANGER????!!!!

HE WAS FIGHTING WITH BLAISE OVER GRANGER????!!!! Suddenly Draco felt his stomach clench. I think I'm going to be sick!

And with that realization, Draco discarded the remains of what use to be his breakfast into the sink. With his abdomen stinging, his throat burning and his mouth tasting of every disgusting flavor possible. Draco wiped his lips and ran to the demolished shower, while doing so he pulled off his robes, throwing them on the floor.

Magically it turned on, by its self, and Draco commanded it to be the hottest temperature it could reach. Scrubbing ruthlessly, Draco tried to wash away whatever imagined muck on himself while his eyes were shut tightly.

This went on until Draco could not stand the heat any longer. Turning the water off, Draco grabbed a towel from its rack. It seemed, that while he was wallowing in his despair, his house elf, Nippy, had cleaned up the mess he made.

Looking to the counter, Draco found that Nippy left him robes to change into and took his old ones away. When he was done putting on his robes, Draco moved in front of a full size mirror to make sure he looked impeccable.

Despite the fact that he was depressed earlier, Draco couldn't help but admire how handsome he turning around a few times and examining all that was his gorgeous self, Draco smirked at his refection.

I am such a handsome wizard – the sexiest wizard alive! No wizard or witch can compare to my wealth, athletic abilities, marks, or my downright attractive body!

Checking himself out for one final time Draco left the washroom, forgetting why he was upset in the first place, only to find Hermione fast asleep on the bed with no Blaise in sight. It was then that his anger and irritation returned...

"I love you…" Hermione whispered, falling back asleep.

Blaise sighed as he pulled the duvet over Hermione. The healer had said she would be emotional and drowsy from the potion she gave her. Hermione had amnesia that was all. The healer didn't find anything else wrong with her.

"Nippy," Blaise called the house elf.

"Yes sir," Nippy appeared with a silent pop.

"How's Draco doing in there?"

"Master Draco is verrrry, verrry angry. Nippy just finish clean master's anger."

"I see," Blaise said smugly, admiring his handy work. "What is he doing at the moment?"

"Master Draco's makin' eyes at mirror."

"He'll be in there for hours," Blaise said, recalling their Hogwarts school days.

Draco, being the shallow self-center prat that he was, would spend hours upon hours in their old dorm washroom. The worst part was when he would hog it all to himself, order Crabbe and Goyle to guard the door and beat on anyone who so much as tried to disturb him. To actually be able to use the wash room, one had to either wait until he was done or wait up extra early, which was exactly what Blaise did.

He did the same thing when he was on the Quidditch team, only he didn't use the locker rooms. After long hours of practice Draco would go straight to their dorm's washroom with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. The place would reek because, neither Crabbe nor Goylewere not allowed to leave their post.

Blaise dismissed the house elf and strode to the small owlery to owl his mother. He had to let her know he wouldn't be able to join her for lunch and dinner, and wouldbe gone for a couple of days. He told her he is helping Draco on a certain project that he couldn't handle on his own.

Draco took careful steps toward one of the banes of his existents, currently sleeping on the bed. Seeing her there only brought back his foul mood. He should have left her in the ruined lab,if he had then none this mess wouldn't have happened!

There was still time. He could put her back where he found her and then this situation can be resolve…

Blaise finished the note and sent the owl off. When he returned to the guestroom it was empty. No Hermione, no Draco. Curious of their whereabouts, Blaise left the room in search of his amnesic wife and emotional husband.

Blaise found Draco in his study, reclining on his wingback chair, facing away from the ornately carved mahogany desk to the view of the town. Blaise, from where he stood, could see Draco's arms in the armrest. In one hand he held a glass of Firewhisky.

"Where's Hermione?" he asked

"St. Mungo," Draco said calmly.

"What do you mean?" Blaise eyed him suspiciously.

"Blaise," Draco said turning the chair around the meet his fellow Slytherin's eyes. "Did you honestly think I would actually keep Granger here, in my penthouse? She was just a passing amusement for me, an experiment you can say. I merely wanted to know how it was like to shag a Mudblood, which I had already done previous to your arrival. I must say it was highly disappointing, but now that I have satisfied my curiosity. I've ridden myself of that nuisance. After I had awoken, I obliterated her then sent her off to St. Mungos." He drawled

"Suppose I believe your words, pardon my suspicions but what is her room number. I would like to visit."

"How about you go and ask the Welcome Witch yourself," Draco drawled.

"That I will," Blaise replied before he shut the door behind him.

Draco scoffed as he rose from his chair. After making sure Blaise's presents was completely gone this time, Draco made his way back to the master bedroom.

"Draco?" Hermione groaned reaching for him.

"Yes love," Draco said, smoothly taking her hand.

"Why am I so sleepy?" she asked, yawning.

"It's a side effect of the potion the healer gave you. Don't worry; you won't always feel this way. You need your rest, now go back to sleep." Draco urged her.

Hermione gave him a slight nod and closed her eyes. Taking off his robes, Draco joined her in his bed. Maneuvering so she was able to place her head on his chest, Draco pulled her close and rested his head on top of her soft, sweet smelling hair.

He pulled the duvets over both of them before he too fell asleep, pleased with himself. When Blaise finally finds out the truth, Draco and Hermione would be long gone. Yes, Draco doesn't care for Hermione and loath being with her, but his anger at Blaise surpassed it all. Also, he couldn't get the sight of Hermione's body naked out of his mind. Maybe he'd try shagging her once to know how it would be, and then he'd really obliterate her and take her to St. Mungo, as he had told Blaise.

Just wait for the next chapter, you're in for a surpise... Mahahaha!!!