You Were My World

"Uh Hermione," Blaise was about to tell her no, but she interrupted him.

"No," she shook her head, "I don't want to go to Hogwarts – at least not yet." She looked at Blaise then at Draco, "I was just so excited about magic - I want to meet my parents first. They seemed loving and caring and they can tell me about myself – how I was before I met you two – how I was before I started Hogwarts."

The Slytherins stared at each other over her head, awkwardly, while Hermione kept talking. Neither of them knew where or who her parents were for that matter. Blaise only knew that they were muggleborn, and he did recall Hermione saying in their sixth year that they were healers of the teeth. Maybe he could find them using her last name, put them under a Confundus Charm, and bring them to her...

Draco vaguely remembered seeing them once...in their second year maybe...and they were muggleborns.

"Hermione," Blaise said, "you've had a rough and emotional day. I think you should rest more before we jump into this." He could search for her parents while she sleeps and bring them here...

"But –"

"Hermione, I think Blaise has a point," Darco replied, thinking that while she slept he would be able to come up with an idea, "after the trauma you've endured –"

"But I want to see them–"

"You can't they're dead!" Draco shouted without a second thought.

"WHAT?" Hermione and Blaise shouted at the same time.

"They're – they're dead," Draco's voice softens, "I'm sorry… I didn't want you to find out like this…"

The entire room was still. Hermione's eyes widen and slowly fell as realization sank in.

"They – they're gone?" Hermione whispered to herself.

"I'm sorry…"

She melted into her husbands' arms and silently wept at the knowledge of the lost of her parents. After giving her a drop of sleeping draught, Blaise decided to confront Draco about his new outrageous tale. He pulled Draco out of the room Hermione was sleeping in and demanded an answer.

"What were you thinking?" Blaise really wanted to know.

"It was the first thing I could think of," Draco answered truthfully. "It's her fault for being so inquisitive!"

"Her parents are dead – that's the best you could come up with?"

"I didn't see you coming up with anything better!" Draco ran his hand through his hair, pacing the room. "Besides, if I didn't tell her they're dead then she would have kept badgering us!"

"This isn't good," Blaise folded his arms over his chest, shaking his head, "She could regain her memories back any day and when she does it'll be bad. She'll run straight to Potter and tell him everything - kidnapping-"

"Which means," Draco sighs, he realized that in order to keep up this charade, he needed Blaise – no matter how much he hated to admit it, "We need to stop fighting and work together."

"I suppose..." Blaise said after some time.

After Hermione awoken from her sleep she became quiet and withdrawn, refusing to speak to either Draco or Blaise. She remained that way when they got to the shore and when they entered the hotel. The wizards kept their distance, knowing full well she needed her time to grieve. They let her have the room Draco had reserved, while they stayed in separate rooms near hers. Draco completely ignored Hermione altogether, while Blaise did anything he could to get a reaction out of her. Thinking it would help soften her mood Blaise brought Crookshanks – now Darren – out and let him paddle to her. The tricolored feline at least brought a smile to her face, it was a small and faint smile but it was a smile.

Blaise and Draco were sitting out on the terrace having a light lunch while Hermione stayed in her room.

"How long is she going to be sulking like this?" Draco said in his usual lazy drawl.

"Have patience Draco," Blaise said, "you just told her, that her parents are dead."

"I know but it's been over a week," Draco was clearly upset by Hermione's depressing mood. "She's starting to irritate me!"

Blaise shook his head at Draco's behavior. No one else matters to Draco Malfoy other than himself – the spoiled little brat. Blaise sighed and stood up.

"Where're you going?" Draco demanded.

"To check on Hermione," Blaise said without looking back.

Blaise left and went inside Hermione's room to see if she was doing any better.

"Hermione," Blaise greeted Hermione in a gentle smoothing tone.

Hermione, who was half asleep, sat up to greet her husband. The wizard sat on her bed and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry…" Hermione murmured, savoring the feel of Blaise's muscular chest kissing her cheek.

"Sorry for what?" the wizard was perplexed by her apology.

"That I'm being so – so –"

"Cara, you have nothing to be sorry for…" Blaise kissed the witch's head to reassure her.

Bored of sitting around, Draco decided to go inside and see if Hermione was done with her moping. When he opened the door he stopped dead in his track at the threshold. There he spotted Blaise's naked back. The wizard was lying on top of what can only be his witch, who was also half dressed. Can't leave them alone for one second without them trying to shag each other rotten. He scoffed and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Did you hear that?" Blaise pulled up from the delectable witch underneath him.

"Hear what?" Hermione breathed, cupping his face.

"Nothing," he muttered, returning his attention back to her perked breast.

Hermione moaned as Blaise pressed her mounds together and pleasured them with his luscious tongue. At first Blaise thought he would take it slow and easy, seeing as last time his simulations made her remember a part of her past, which proved how skilled and talented he was. If he did perform as outstanding as he usually does, her memories would probably spring up half way through. Hermione would realize who she was, what she's doing and who's she doing it with – it could end pretty bad or…

Sudden the thought hit the wizard. What if she remembers who she really is while he is inside her? She will be shock, that's for sure. She'll scream and resist him. He'll just have to silence her with his mouth. She'll still resist, beating him with her fist, trying to scratch his eyes out. He'll have to pin them over her head as he continue to pumping in and out of her. And then after a few thrusts, she'll start to love the way his body move inside of her as she slowly give in to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her. As he release her pinned arms she'll wrap her them around him putting him closer to her, as if wanting to become a part of him. She'll arch her back screaming out her release…

While being thrown back to reality the hot blooded wizard realized that his mind was wondering off track, which is the reason as to why he's so hard it almost hurts.

Looking up at Blaise, Hermione could see the blossoming of pure lust in his dark eyes. It was intense, it was raw, it was indeed overwhelming and it frightened Hermione to see such a handsome god gaze up at her in that way. In an instant he was on her, crushing his mouth on hers. She shirked in surprise, suddenly terrified by the situation. But why should she feel this way? This is her husband and they must've done it a thousand times or maybe not a thousand. Hermione thought. At least a few times a month?

At that Hermione became self conscious. Was she doing it right? How did she normally do this? Where should she be touching him? How did they normally make love? Is he usually on top? Is she? While she's with Blaise like this does Draco sit and watch? Where's Draco? How does he fit in this? When they make love do all three of them do it at the same time like before? Did Draco and Blaise ever make love with each other? Do they let her watch while they get it on? Hermione consider the thought...the contrast between Draco's light and creamy skin and Blaise's tan and silky -

Then she felt it. The head of Blaise's cock was near her entrance. Hermione was panting, but not out of the anticipating pleasure to come, but of fear. She was already scared before but now she was completely frightened. Hermione's brain was in overdrive and it was giving her a headache. She wanted him to stop. She needed to think about this. She has so many questions to ask her husbands. And she needed them to answer her properly before they could do this.

Fortunately, after barely pressing into her, Blaise did stop his planned intrusion of her body and looked up at her. He had an expression on his face she couldn't quite describe. He got off her, retrieving his robes as he did and walked out the door, without so much as a second glance at her.

She wouldn't say it out loud but Hermione was glad he stopped when he did. She took deep breathes and wiped the rouge tears from her cheeks. She curled into a ball, letting the tears fall freely. But why was she crying? Before, when she was with Draco-and when Blaise later joined-she didn't. So why was she crying now. She so confused…

Walking out from the his cold shower, in his room, Blaise wiped himself clean and went into the island in the kitchenette and nearly tripped on an empty wine bottle. He picked it up and threw it into the trash bin.

"Was she that disgusting, you had to hurry and scrub the muddy remnants outs?" Draco's voice travel from the dining room as Blaise pulled out a new bottle and poured himself a glass.

"I'm not in the mood." was Blaise's only reply as he took his seat at the table near Draco.

The wizard drank his glass in one gulp and offered Draco some from his bottle. Draco glared at him suspiciously and eyed the offered bottle. Seeing that he wasn't going to take it, Blaise poured another round in his glass and drank it.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco sneered, "Don't tell me she was that bad?"

"We didn't shag," he said before downing yet another glass.

"WHAT?" Draco snickered, he wouldn't have believed it if he isn't witnessing it right now. Granger must've thrown him out on his ass. Draco laughed at him loud and mockingly. "You Blaise! You couldn't get into Gryffindor's prissy Princess's knickers?"

"It's not like that," Blaise's voice was cold and chilling, either Draco did feel it or pretended he didn't.

"What a poor excuse of a wizard you are," Draco continued to mock him, "here let me show you how a real wizard handles a witch." Draco got up but came to halt as Blaise stood in his way.

"Leave her alone Draco. It's the least you could do after what put her through."

"After what I put her through?" Draco glared at him, completely outraged, "HOW ABOUT WHAT I WENT THROUGH! HAVING TO BE A SERVANT TO THAT – THAT THING! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW-"

"SHE'S A VIRGIN!"