You Were My World

As Blaise made his way out of Draco's penthouse, he couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. He was very suspicious of Draco's explanation, no matter how realistic and logical it sounded. The wizard wanted to be certain Draco wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him, so he took a visit to St. Mungo.

"Why are we leaving, Draco?" Hermione asked her husband, when he told her of their traveling plans.

"To help you remember, love," Draco replied affectionately as he led her to the deck of the boat.

He had already thought out the entire plan and back story while she was sleeping. He knew for certain that she would believe him, since Blaise was now out of his way, and she had believed that first story he told her, of what happened to their house. Merlin, even he knew that he was over exaggerating. It just proved how trusting of him she is.

He had already sent out the proper owls needed. Right before she had awoken, he had received the approval to his request form for vacation from work. Though he was sure Potter just wanted to get rid of him for the week. Potter... Draco thought bitterly.

"Is Blaise coming with us?"

"Hermione," Draco held her in his arms, "when we got married, we went on separate honeymoons. Blaise and I thought it would aid your loss of memory if we took you to places that held special meaning to us."

Hermione buried her face into his strong muscular chest, blushing at his words. They really were going to the setting of their honeymoon, but the only thing that he didn't mention to her was where it is. He said it was a surprise. Despite that, Hermione was still so excited. She wanted to ask him so many questions, like how did he approach her when he realized his true feelings for her, how was their first date, did they have a first date, did they kiss, how was she, did she act accordingly – did he? These and many other questions floated through her mind. She couldn't wait to ask him.

"Draco," she said.

"Yes?" he looked down at her.

"How was our first date – no – how did you approach me – when did you stop bulling me -"

"Hermione," he slightly shook her.

"I'm sorry," she bit her lip to stop it from moving and asking more questions.

Draco stared down at her innocent little face. Since when was she so… so… He couldn't even finish his sentence, fearing what it would be. His only purpose for bring her out here was to beat Blaise and beat him good. Soon, Hermione would be head over heels in love with him and forget all about Blaise – that traitor! Traitor of what Draco couldn't quite explain it at the moment, or was he afraid to admit the true reason why he is doing all this.

"How about you take a deep breath and ask me the first question, the very first question that pops into your head." Draco said kindly. With her know-it-all tendencies there must be a thousand questions in her head. Draco mentally chuckled.

Hermione inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "How did you approach me, when you realized your true feelings for me?"

Draco smiled at her warmly. He had rehearsed the story in his head a million times, down to the last detail and Granger, being the know it all she is, didn't disappoint.

"Right before we finished school I walked up to you and said, 'Hermione I admit that I use to reluctantly bully you and made you cry, but that was because I was excessively frustrated over the feelings I had for you and didn't understand it or what I should do. I'm sorry…" he kissed the palm of her hand and placed it over his beating heart, "I love you…'"

Right after he dropped the "L" word Draco felt a sudden shudder. He hadn't meant to say it, it just slipped out. Either he was getting dizzy from the rocking of the boat, or he was really playing into this illusion of a marriage with Granger. He couldn't ponder the thought any longer as Hermione, moved by his loving words, leaned up and pressed her lips to her husband's.

Draco, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him, pulled her close. He moaned and grunted in her mouth as he pressed their chest together. The feel of her tiny, delicate hand innocently exploring his upper body created jolts of electricity throughout his body. Her fingers descend from his fair hair to the sides of his neck, tracing the lines of muscles in his arms and back. He was both hot and bothered by the fact that she was not touching him in intimate places, and yet he was completely aroused by the mere touch of her finger tips.

The thought of Dumbledore and McGonagall together no longer helped… Quidditch… Draco thought… work… the Dark Lord! The last one helped a great deal but it also made him cringe in disgust. Who would have thought he, Draco Malfoy, would be thinking of the old reptile man at a time like this.

As Hermione's hands continued to roam over Draco's lean body, she couldn't help but feel as if she was doing it for the first time. She combed her fingers through his soft, silky hair and moaned in his mouth. His hair was like liquid in contrast to his hard and lean body. His body radiating warmth between her thighs like she never felt it before… or had she? At least she thinks so... he is her husband after all. They must have done something like this plenty of times. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. And maybe, if they continue, she would remember them in a similar scene as the one they are in right now.

Reluctantly, Draco pulled away from the heating witch, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, for whenever she becomes herself once again, he would rub it in her face that she was the one who begged him.

"Yes…" Hermione breathed, panting from the anticipation of what is about to occur.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"Yes," Hermione's voice gaining volume.

"And you won't change your mind later?"

"YES!" Hermione screamed, frustrated at her husband for asking her so many questions. "Draco please…" she pleaded.

"As my lady wishes." Draco smirked and kissed her once more.

Soon, things heated up as Draco carried her to patted couch, attached to the side of the boat and maneuvered himself between her legs. The sounds of Hermione moaning his name encouraged Draco to lower his body to hers, all while breaking from her bruised lips to kiss her jaw line. Draco kissed and nibbled his way down, his large hands cupping her face and lowering to her breast, cupping and caressing them.

Hermione arched her back moaning her husband's name over and over again. She closed her eyes and threw her head back when she felt Draco push down her sundress and bra and swirl his tongue around her nipple. She was about to give him a blissful moan, when all of a sudden a pair of lips muffled her cries. Hermione lost herself in those soft lips and light knuckles stroking her cheeks, and when Draco ran his tongue between her lips she open her mouth to gain him entrance.

His tongue darted into her mouth, gently massaged hers. Hermione cupped his face and ran her hands through his hair, but it wasn't soft and silky as before, the hair she is combing through is thick and coarse. And what made Hermione think it was odd was the fact that she could feel two pairs of lips on her, one on her mouth and the other on her abdomen. Opening her eyes Hermione was met with dark brown eyes instead of the misty gray she knew to be Draco's. Surprised, Hermione shirked.

Draco's hands slid up and down Hermione's sides and he worked his way down, pushing her dress lower. He heard her shirking, thinking it was out of pleasure, Draco continued his ministrations. But when he looked up he witnessed a startling sight. How the BLOODLY HELL didheget here? Draco mentally screamed as he watched Blaise snogging Hermione senseless.

Blaise broke apart from Hermione's lips, leaving trails saliva from his tongue as he slid his way down her body. His eyes went up to meet the icy glare of his old Slytherin friend. Blaise slyly smirked at him, and then graze his canine teeth on Hermione's erected nipple in the way that made her jolted up and latch her arms around Blaise's head. She was hugging him to her chest and moaning louder then she was when Draco was touching her.

Seeing it as a challenge, Draco went back down on Hermione. He ripped and threw aside her dress, licking and sucking at the skins of her inner thigh with a raw intensity that he had never gave any other witch he had before.

Hermione whimpered underneath the two hot blooded Slytherins, who were making it was a contest of who can make her scream the loudest. She threw her head back, thrashing left and right as she raked her nails through their hair. Their different textures and actions made her body tremble and twitch. Was it always like this? She wondered. Did they always make love with such raw and passionate hunger? Biting her bottom lip, Hermione tried not to scream when she felt Draco rip off her underwear plunge his tongue into her.

"I REMEMBER!" Hermione screamed.

As if that was the safe word, the Slytherins jumped up from what they were doing and stared at each other in alarm, in a flash Blaise whipped out his wand while Draco scrambled to find his.