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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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Hermione lay on the bed in her flat, staring down at her pale wrist where the imprint of Draco's hand swelled. He held her wrist so tight that it had formed a bruise with little signs of fading. Harry had to pry his hand off her and rub salve over it.

"You alright?"

Hermione turned to face Harry and Ron. Harry told her of Ron and how they grew up together. The more they told her, the more upset she was at the lies Draco had told her. She felt like crying again but resisted the tears, not willing to show others how vulnerable she was.

"Fine," Hermione replied, "I'm just a little tired."

Harry and Ron slightly nodded. Both were ashamed of themselves. If they had not been too absorbed in their work and relations they would have realized earlier that Hermione was in danger. At the time they were using their Auror minds and viewing her as part of their work, not as a close friend, which they should have. All the signs were clear but they chose to ignore it, inventing explanations and excuses. If they were viewing her as a friend then they could have saved her from whatever peril she was in.

"Are you sure you want to stay here, alone?" asked Harry. "I have a guestroom already prepared for you."

"No," Hermione said softly. "I want to stay here. This is my home. I want to be in my home."

"That's fine and all," said Ron, "but Hermione, at least let one of us stay with you. You can't be here alone. What if whoever did this to you come back?"

"No,"

"Please, if you don't what to stay with me, then at least stay with your parents."

"No," Hermione's determined stare rendered them silent. "I want to stay here. I need to think without outside influence. My head is spinning with so much information that I think it'll explode."

Normally Ron would make a sly remake at what she had just said, but he didn't. Not when his friend was hurting so much. So broken. The pain in her eyes were visible, it pierced his heart. When he and Harry find the Death Eaters who did this to her, he would make them pay.

Harry and Ron reluctantly left, but not before casting wards around the flat and double checking every possible entrances and exits.

Hermione lay alone in the bedroom in her flat, staring at the ceiling. She wondered what she should do. Draco's healer had theorized that Draco must have a strong connection toward her or, as Hermione would call it, an overwhelming feeling of guilt which was the reason he was not willing to let her go.

Draco's parents were skeptical, expressing their doubts openly. They questioned Hermione of her relation to Draco, and she, unable to lie told them half of the truth. She and Draco had spent time together during his vacation and parted under bad terms. She swore to them that he was relatively fine and well when she last saw him. They of course didn't believe her and Hermione couldn't do anything about that. She said what she wanted to say and left Malfoy manor with Harry in tow. Blaise did not follow her, because he knew she needed her space.

Sighing, Hermione pulled the sheets and comforter over herself and laid there for hours, and once again reviewed everything she could remember. By dawn, she had made her decision. She decided to forget any of this had ever happened. She was going to think of it as a dream from now on, a nightmare. It was all a nightmare that was finally over. She had awoken and she should continue with her life. When she remembers what it was that is.

She didn't forgive Draco. She simply didn't acknowledge his existence anymore. He no longer existed in her world. Her new world.

It would be childish and pitiful if she held a grudge on someone that was clearly mentally ill. She came to this conclusion when she had asked herself if hurting Draco would alleviate her pain. It wouldn't, in fact it would worsen it. She realized it after creating a number of scenarios in her mind. Revenge would mean nothing to her if she got it from hurting others, especially someone she was in love with.

Hermione still could not fathom why she loved him. She supposed it was a physical attraction mixed with sympathy that would soon dissolve away over time... hopefully.

After making her final decision, Hermione did something she hadn't done in a long time. She smiled. And it was not a forced smile like she gave to her parents and friends. It was a real smile. Feeling a lot better, Hermione made herself comfortable and allowed herself to fall asleep. She dreamed of a younger version of herself in a library sitting with a younger version of Harry and Ron, surrounded by books. Hermione didn't know what they were talking about or doing there, but she was content.

Hermione awoke hours later feeling refreshed. She took time to study her surroundings and smiled. This was her home. She knew where everything was without have to look or think. It came naturally to her. Everything was just a hand reach away, and warmed her, just like her parents' home.

Entering the kitchen, Hermione found nothing she could eat. Everything was rotten and spoiled. Rubbing her growling stomach, Hermione contemplated what she was going to do about food. That was when she heard a tap. Turning around, Hermione went to the window and found a brown owl outside, staring at her, waiting. It tapped the glass window once more before a curious Hermione cautiously opened the window and admitted the owl in.

Hermione stared at the creature as it landed on her kitchen table. Its large black eyes watched her, seeming to expect something. Hermione blinked, tilting her head. Was it her pet? Taking a good look at the owl, Hermione shook her head. She didn't recognize it or felt any familiarity. If it was not hers, then what was it doing here?

Seeing a parchment tied to the owl's leg, Hermione reached for it but quickly pulled her hand back. She was afraid that the owl would peck her hand. For protection Hermione took a large black pan from the cupboard and used it as a shield and possible weapon and cautiously approached the owl.

Impatient, the owl began to hoot, frightening Hermione. She dropped the pan on her foot and screamed in pain. The startled owl flapped its wings and flew to a counter top far away. Hermione hopped on one foot, while holding the throbbing other, crashing and knocking into objects around her, injuring herself even more.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted, wands drawn as they Apparated into the flat with bed hair and in their night clothes.

Hermione screamed even louder when she saw the two unrecognizable men, who appeared out of thin air and were rushing toward her. Thinking they were Death Eaters going to attack her, Hermione reached for the nearest thing she could find to defend herself.

Ron howled in pain as he was hit on the head with a spatula. Harry's eyes widened as he stared at Ron, bending over clutching his head. Distracted by looking at Ron, Harry was hit in the chest with a foreign object with something rotten and smelly inside that splatter all over him. He didn't have enough time to react because Hermione was throwing an array of kitchen ware at them.

Harry and Ron walked toward Hermione through the storm of flying metals and wood, conjuring invisible shields to protect themselves. They had the intention to stop her, but came to a halt when their wands broke due to Hermione's magic that instinctively manifested to defend her.

Harry and Ron realized that they no longer could use their magic in Hermione's flat because of a certain ward she casted in the flat to drain magic from intruders.

"Hermione!" said Harry, trying to explain who they were, but he and Ron quickly rounded back.

They looked at Hermione for a split second and saw where her eyes had landed. Hermione had grabbed a wooden stack with a set of knives in it and was chasing after them on one foot.

"This…is…your…fault!" Ron shouted through pants at Harry as they ran around her living room, dodging knives.

"WHAT?" replied Harry, not understanding why Ron was blaming him for this.

"You…got...her…th..ose!"

Harry turned around for a moment and realized that the set of knives were one of his gifts to her for Christmas. Sometime before Christmas, Harry remembered Hermione mentioning that she had decided to learn to cook.

He mentally cursed himself, for his choice in gifts. Of all the things at the shop, he just had to pick the knives over rolling pins and pots. Harry blamed it on the salesman for talking him into it by demonstrating how sharp they were. Those knives could cut through bones like butter. At that thought, Harry began running faster than before. He was hoping - praying that Hermione would run out of breath soon, because she certainly wouldn't run out of knives.

They were enchanted to clean themselves and always return to the stack so the owners could never lose them. Ironically that was what made Harry decided to purchase them. He figured Hermione would appreciate not having to clean them so often.

Now, he wants to hex himself for it.

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During practice, Ginny had asked her coach for some time off to be with Hermione and help her recover. She Apparated into Hermione's flat and found it a complete mess. There were feathers from an owl flying around the rooms, cottons, pots, pans, kitchen utensil - you name it, all over the place. Everything was broken into pieces. She gasped at the sight of blood and knife marks on the flood, walls, and furniture.

Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, she rushed in there with her wand out. She was ready for a duel. But instead of throwing hexes, she doubled over and laughed at the sight before her. Harry and Ron were huddled in a corner, trembling. They were covered from head to toe in rotten food and feathers, holding a tiny frying pan as a shield for both of them.

Hermione was in another corner – also covered in rotten food and feathers – and holding Crookshanks' scratching post. She was panting as she held it above her head, limping while she inched closer to Harry and Ron.

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"I'm so sorry…" Hermione sniffed from Ginny's chest, after Ginny charmed everything back to normal and clean up Harry and Ron and healed their injuries. "You…air…scared…" she choked out.

"It's all right." said Ginny, patting Hermione's back in comfort. "It was all a misunderstanding."

"They. Hate. Me!" Hermione sobbed.

"They do not," insisted Ginny, holding Hermione close and narrowed her eyes at Ron and Harry, to stop them before they said something insensitive.

"I…al..most…kill..them!"

"They don't mind," said Ginny.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Both were embarrassed that they, decorative Aurors, had been chased around by a tiny woman with a cat's scratching post. Ginny was the one who finally stopped Hermione, which both were thankful for but also it humiliated them. To have a little sister and wife save them from their fragile friend deflated their manhood, severally. And it certainly gave her good blackmail material on both of them.

"It's all right, Mione," said Harry, knowing that if he didn't agree with Ginny, she might tell the whole family since she was still a bit upset with him over the Ron thing. He hoped she wouldn't. He and Ron would be the laughing stock.

"Yeah…" muttered Ron as he tightened his hold on his newly fixed wand, ready to defend himself should Hermione have another one of her episodes. He didn't want to admit it, but he was really terrified of Hermione back there. It was only through his and Harry's clever thinking and team work were they finally able her to disarm her from the knives. But she quickly limped off and found other objects to throw at them.

Now he was going to have nightmares about being beaten by cat posts and drowning in rotten food. He shuttered, then shrieked, quickly covered his head when a brown owl flew into the room, landing next to him. He warily looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was not threatening.

"Who's owl is this?" Harry asked, finally noticing the creature, because he was too distracted by escaping from Hermione.

"I don't know." Hermione sniffed.

Harry reached for the owl and pulled off the letter from around its leg and read it.

"It's the Malfoy's," he said, "They've invited Hermione over for lunch. Must be about Draco."

Hermione ceased crying for a moment at the mention of Draco. She held her hand over her heart, ordering it to stop racing.

Draco is nothing. She remained it. Forget that monster. He is no longer anything to you, you traitor.

But Hermione couldn't stop her own heart as much as she couldn't stop her mind from displaying the image of Draco asleep in bed. Her sleeping beauty was so weak and helpless. What if something had happened? What if he got worse? Hermione hand clutched at the shirt over her heart at the thought of his failing health.

"Don't go." said Ron. "It's a trap."

"I agree with Ron." Harry concurred. "We can't disregard the possibility that the Malfoy's are involved in Hermione's memory lost." He turned to Hermione, "Until we catch the one who did this, I think you should stay with me and Ginny for your safety and not leave the house. Ginny?" He looked to his wife for confirmation.

"What do you think Hermione?" Ginny asked her, not wanting to take the decision from her. Hermione had always been an independent person and could think for herself. Ginny wanted her to remember that and be herself, with or without her memories.

"I…" Hermione hesitated knowing if she wanted to do this or not, "I want..."

Say it. Tell them you don't want to see Draco and stay with them. Said a little voice in Hermione's head.

"I want to go see Draco." Hermione ended up saying instead of what she was planning to.

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"Welcome, Miss. Granger. Mrs. Potter." Lucius Malfoy greeted the witches as they were admitted to the table.

"Mr. Malfoy," Ginny and Hermione greeted him in return, taking their seats.

Hermione blushed and lowered her eyes when Lucius caught her staring at him. She was amazed by how alike in features he was to his son.

Lucius waited for the house elves to serve their meals before he decided to tell them why he had invited Hermione there. He lightly chuckled when he heard Hermione's stomach loudly growl as the sight and smell of the food assaulted her senses. Of course it was expected. He had ordered the best to be prepared for this royal guest of his. Mrs. Potter was an extra, but Lucius was not fazed by her. In fact he was expecting one of Hermione's loyal friends to show up. They definitely would not leave her unescorted in this state.

"I have summoned you here because I have an important matter to discuss with you, Miss. Granger." Lucius began, watching them as they watched him speak. "You do recall the healer informing us of Draco's state of mind and how he refused to release your wrist?"

"Yes," Hermione quietly replied, not knowing where this was going.

Lucius paused as he observed Hermione's line of vision following a bowl of steaming hot soup a house elf was bring in.

This was going to be easier than he thought…

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Hermione sat in her new room, reflecting on how she got herself there as Ginny was studying their surroundings. She was having lunch with Draco's father, and she was so hungry. She kept staring at the plates as the little creatures brought the food in. She was curious to know what the creatures were but was too overwhelmed by her hunger pains to ask.

She was so dizzy from famine and chasing her friends that she could barely hear what Lucius was telling her. She only picked up a few words and nodded yes when she thought it was needed. That was the thing that got her into this mess. Tired from waiting for him to finish talking, so they could eat, Hermione accidentally said yes to something he had said that she didn't hear. As she recalled he was happy about something and there was brilliant smile on his face.

Ginny had asked her if she was certain that she wanted this. Hermione thought she was asking her if she was certain that she wanted the delicious smelling treacle tart the little people were bring in and she said yes.

Now, Hermione realized that she should have fully listened to what Lucius was saying. She fell upon the large four poster bed with a heavy sigh. She had just agreed to be Draco's caretaker until he was well again. Hermione shook her head. This was not what she wanted. What she needed. She had to stay away from Draco. He does not exist. He does not exist in her world. Her new world must not involve him!

"Hermione?" Ginny turned around to find Hermione silently weeping on the pillows. "What's the matter?" She went to her and gently touched her arm.

Hermione turned around and pulled her into a tight hug.

Frustrated with herself, Hermione told Ginny everything in raging maelstrom of emotions.

"Oh, Hermione…" Ginny hugged her.

"What am I going to do?" Hermione wept, "I don't want to be here. I can't get him out of my mind and now…I just agreed to be his nursemaid!" she sobbed, throwing herself on to the bed.

"It could be good for you," Ginny said softly.

Hermione wiped the tears from her face and looked at Ginny.

"Good for me? How?"

"Well, I think you can't stop thinking about him because he was the first person you saw when you woke up. He was imprinted in your mind. When he's not around, you constantly think of him."

"Ginny, I already know all that. What I want to know is why he's imprinted in my mind?"

"Because he was the first person you saw," Ginny insisted, "and he's not around that often right?"

Hermione nodded.

Ginny took Hermione's hand, "What you need to do is stay here and take care of Draco. You'd be so used to seeing his face that you will no longer care for him. He will be nothing to you then, just another person."

Hermione thought over what Ginny had said. Get so used to seeing his face that he was no longer anything to her. Could it really work?
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