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You Were My World	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: All characters and invention of the world that is Harry Potter, belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing it for my creative writing and in no way am profiting from it, only to help me practice my writing.

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Sorry I have not updated in a while. Been busy with other stories, but don't worry I still have a lot of ideas for this story. Fortunately enough I have not suffered writer's block at all. And I listened to a lot of female heartbroken/revenge songs while typing this in get my mind set on it. I want revenge for Hermione, but that will come later. You'll see.

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It took Blaise a day to find out where Draco had ditched Hermione. He immediately went to her and questioned what had happened before her departure with Draco. He was angry at what Draco for what he had done, but that was short lived when he remembered Draco's condition. Hermione was shocked when she had learned of Draco's state and was anxious to see him. She admitted to despising him for his actions against her but she did not wish him ill or dead, at least not before she got her revenge.

She was a kind, studious person, always helping others and defending the weak against bullies. Her parents confirmed it. So why did she have to meet someone so evil? And why did he do such awful things to her?

At first, Hermione was willing to forgive Draco for everything. But after he left her lost and confused in her parent's hearth, it showed her how much he cared for her, which was practically nonexistent. And after reviewing his actions for the millionth time, Hermione concluded that she wanted revenge. No, she needed revenge. The more she thought about it, the more furious she more furious she was, the more vengeful she felt. She told herself that she must hate Draco Malfoy. She must hate that cruel monster.

Before she got there, she told herself that she won't forget his cruelty. No matter how injured he was she must swallow her sympathies and get him back.

But then… what happened?

Her hatred and need for revenge was pushed aside when she took one look at him. He still looked like the angel she saw when she opened her eyes and saw him for the first time. But he was so fragile now. On his bed he laid, asleep, his long blond hair surrounding his head like a halo. Hermione was afraid to touch him, fearing he would break from the simplest of touches. Hermione broke down in tears when she saw how horrible Draco looked. At that point she did not know how she should feel about him.

Why… why can't I hate you? Hermione thought, her head on Blaise's shoulder as he wiped her tears. The hatred she felt was justified hatred, was it not? After all he subjected her too, why did she felt such guilt for not saving him from his inner demons.

It hurt her to see him like this.

How long will I feel this stinging pain in my chest?

She just understood that life was like a soap opera, filled with never ending twists and turns. But she could not understand the script in some scenes, especially this one. What was she to do? She could not yell or scream, just stare at the fallen angel.

Why must I have to love the person I should hate?

Yes she loved him, even though he was so cruel to her. She did not understand it herself or when she had fallen in love with him, but she did.

Her heart was not use to this pain, she could feel it. Was he her first love?

Why love him when it was only one-sided? She asked her traitorous heart.

She supposed it was a phase, a little speck in her eye that will eventually be washed off if she scrubbed hard enough. But the little speck was turning into more than a little speck. Love must be some sort of deadly virus that had entered her heart, following her blood circulation and burning and stinging her entire body.

When will this be over?

This feeling, it was too overwhelming, consuming her, suffocating her life. She just wanted it to end soon. There was no future for them. He showed her that in a very clear scene of abandonment. She should have been pleased with what had become of him and returned with a smile on her face, happy that she did not have to lift a finger. There was justice in this world. The Fate sisters had avenged her.

There was nothing left for her to do for Draco. She wanted to leave, but her feet would not move. Was her love for him preventing her? She fisted Blaise's robes. No! It was not love that was preventing her. It was her vengeful spirit that was holding her back. It was not fully satisfied. She was hurt by love. He was not. Her desires are to see him hurt by love. Yes. That was what she desired. That was why she could not leave him, she reasoned, trying to convince herself that this was the answer.

"He's in a comatose state, trapped in his own mind." said Blaise.

"Is there a cure?" asked Hermione.

"Not that I know of,"

Hermione sobbed louder, not knowing if it was from joy or sorrow at the knowledge. She was hoping he was from joy, so she could leave now, but sorrow was undoubtedly what she felt.

"He's a-a- veg-veg-eta-ble?" She was so engrossed in her sobbing that, Hermione did not look up when she heard someone enter the room.

"Hermione?"

Hermione turned around at faced the wizard. She gasped in seeing his messy, untamed hair and the scar on his forehead. "DEATH EATER!" she screamed.

Harry swiftly turned around, wand in hand. He was ready to hex any Death Eater behind him but there was no one. He turned back to find a frightened Hermione clinging on to Blaise Zabini, who was wearing a guilty expression on his face.

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"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed upon hearing that Hermione had lost her memories and believed he was a Death Eater. He was there to check on Malfoy, to see why he over stayed on his two week leave. He did not expect to see Hermione there as well, with amnesia and Malfoy in a comatose state.

"I am not certain what really happened or what caused it, but she suddenly thought everyone was a Death Eater." Blaise informed him, leaving out a few minor details, "She even thought I was a Death Eater too and tried to beat me to death. It took some time before I could convince her I was not."

Harry contemplated what Blaise had told him, but was not ready to believe him entirely yet. He had to speak to Hermione, but seeing as she was in a frantic state right now. What was he to do?

"Don't worry," Blaise said as if reading his mind, "I'll talk to her, sort things out."

He gave Harry reassuring look before returning to Draco's room. He saw Hermione sitting on the edge of Draco's bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She apprehensively reached her hand to touch his face, but withdrew it.

"Hermione,"

She turned to him waiting for him to speak.

"About..about..."

"Harry?" Hermione finished for him.

"Yes, you see -"

"He's not a Death Eater is he?" she stated.

"No, he's not."

"I know, but a moment ago...I remembered what Draco had told me and...Was all of it a lie?" She asked. Her piercing eyes caused him to lower his head in shame. He was disgusted with himself for ever being a party to hurting his poor, innocent witch.

"Yes... Except all but my feelings for you. Hermione I -"

She held her hand up to stop him, "Please. No more. There is too much for me to handle right now." she panted, turning to Draco, "Why? Why did you two do it?" she asked him, "Were you receiving some type of sick pleasure from playing god? I want to forgive you, but your actions...Why do you hate me so much?" Seeing as Draco could not give her an answer she turned to Blaise.

"Hermione," Blaise said, embracing her. "I'm sorry I did not take your feelings into consideration. I...I just wanted to best Draco."

"You don't need to apologize. If you had not told me the truth I would still be moony-eyed and believing his every word - no matter how ridicules they were - Ahh!"

"What's the matter?" he looked down at her thinking she was about to faint.

"He's holding my hand!" She exclaimed, staring at Draco.

"What?" Blaise blinked thinking he was imagining it, but sure enough Draco was holding on to Hermione's wrist. Her shocked expression was good proof. Blaise went to Draco and lightly shook him.

"Draco?"

He did not respond to him, merely laying there as he was before.

Blaise turned to Hermione. She was still staring at Draco's hand gripping her wrist.

"Is he…"

"I don't know," replied Blaise. "Stay here, I'll summon the healer."

He left the room, walking past a confused Harry.

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The healer waved his wand over Draco's body and turned to Lucius and Narcissa, who were curiously glancing at Hermione. They were wondering why she was there, in their house. Blaise had told them that she was the last person with Draco before he returned home, which prompted the Malfoys to only speculate that she was involved and might have had a hand in their son's condition. They believed she hexed Draco, but Blaise claimed that she did not. He was convincing, but the Malfoys wanted solid proof to his claim, which he did not have. For the time being, at least.

"There's no response," said the healer, and looked at Draco and Hermione's connected hand. He inclined his head, lost in thought.

"Then why is he holding on to her wrist?" Blaise asked.

"He won't let go." stated Hermione.
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