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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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I know I've said this a million times already, but I'm sorry it took so long.

Ps: The title says it all...

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After staying in the Malfoy manor for a day, Hermione had developed a fever. In hearing the news Harry and Ron rushed to visit her. In private, they questioned her, asking if the Malfoys had done something to her during the two days she was there. Maybe they had slipped something in her food without her knowledge. They made her drink a potion to reveal if she was poisoned but it turned out negative, meaning Hermione had fallen ill on her own. Harry and Ron had brought a healer with them, since they didn't trust the Malfoy's healer. Their healer confirmed what the Malfoy's healer had told already them, that the cause of Hermione's fever was stress.

Even with the word of a trusted healer, Harry and Ron still believed that it was dangerous for Hermione to stay there. They had double checked her time card and were trying to figure out when she was kidnapped and who could have done it.

"Hermione, remember how they tortured you?" asked Ron.

"Ron," Harry stressed his name.

Hermione was tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange in Malfoy manor years ago and they wordlessly swore they would never speak of it again. Although Hermione didn't remember, Harry didn't want to have to remind her of it. He knew how traumatizing it was for her.

"Harry, she needs to remember how they were." said Ron, "How poorly he treated her, remember how he treated us."

"Ron, stop it,"

Ron was going too far and Harry had seen Hermione flinch when she heard the word torture.

"Hermione it...it happened a long time ago." Harry began, seeing her wide-eyed with her mouth agape. "Hermione?"

Hermione was silent, not responding to anything they were saying. It was as if she was lost in her own world.

Harry glared at Ron before taking Hermione's shaking hands.

"Don't think too much of it." Harry said.

Thinking she needed some time alone they left with a promise to return soon.

Hermione lay on her side on the soft bed, curling into a ball. She wanted to leave. Caring for Draco was more than she could bear. She didn't have a fever per se as the healers believed. She only confirmed their claim because she was too embarrassed to tell the others the real reason why she was sweating and her face flushing with heat.

On her first morning in Malfoy manor, Hermione had locked herself in her room. She was apprehensive about the decision she had made, but tried to do what Ginny had advised her. Sneaking into Draco's room, Hermione planned to stare at him until his face no longer meant anything to her.

How could someone so beautiful be so evil? She thought. It was not working. He was still too attractive to look at. Sighing, Hermione turned around to leave, but tripped on her own foot, falling flat on the floor, Draco's duvet following.

She struggled to get his duvet off her. Grabbing a corner she roughly pulled it aside and stood up so fast that it made her light-headed. Her feet wobbled causing her to fall on top of Draco. Fearing she had hurt him, Hermione pushed herself up to look at him. And to her shock, she found that he was up.

Well…Draco himself was not up - awake - but something was definitely up.

Hermione could still feel the blush that filled her face down to her neck at the memory of that morning. It was…She couldn't believe he had touched his…and it was…

Her throat was dry, preventing her from screaming like she should have when she realized what she was touching. She scurried up, panting, and ran out of the room. During the journey back to her room, Hermione kept telling herself not to panic because of a little incident like that had happened. It was a natural part of a male body, nothing to get excited about…like Draco was – Hermione mentally scolded herself for having such a dirty mind. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about Draco and his…

Draco. Hermione suddenly remembered that she left his duvet on the floor. He was only in his night clothes, which were very thin. Draco must be cold. She couldn't let him be cold. He was sick enough as it is. Fearing for his health, Hermione reluctantly returned to Draco's room to put the duvet over him.

Standing in front of his door, she took deep breathes before entering with her eyes closed, to prevent her from seeing it. She kept her hands on the walls and felt her way into the room.

"Miss Granger,"

Hermione jumped when she heard someone say her name. Cautiously opening her eyes, she found Mr. Malfoy sitting on a chair next to Draco's bed. Draco was asleep, with the duvet over him, everything appeared normal, as if nothing had happened, Mr. Malfoy was looking at her with an expression of curiosity mixed with amusement.

"I…" Hermione's voice caught in her throat. She couldn't think of an excuse to explain her odd behavior to tell him.

"You are visiting Draco?" he offered her an explanation.

"Yes," she nervously nodded. Sweat lining her brow from her running back and forth and she was afraid he would find out the truth that she partly molested Draco in his sleep.

He stood from his chair and strolled toward her. "Is something the matter? You look…a bit under the weather."

Hermione was trembling and was trying to find an excuse for it. "I do feel light-headed."

"I'll summon the healer to examine you."

"No," she shook her head. "I'm sure it's nothing. I just need to lie down."

Hermione causally walked out of the room. As soon as she got to the other side of the door, Hermione sprinted, not noticing that she had passed Mrs. Malfoy in the hall.

When Ginny visited, Hermione broke down and told her that she couldn't handle it. She wanted to find Mr. Malfoy and tell him that she had changed her mind. She was a coward and was ashamed of herself for admitting it, but she couldn't stay there when the mere sight of Draco made her weak.

"So you're going to let him win?" Ginny asked.

Hermione lifted her head and turned to Ginny, "What?"

"I asked if you're going to let Malfoy win, after what he did to you."

"I…" Hermione was lost for words.

"Hermione I have never known you to give up on anything - no matter how difficult it was." stated Ginny, "But now you are giving up, admitting you are a coward? Where's your Gryffindor courage?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Hermione shouted in frustration. She held her hand up to stop Ginny from explaining, "Everything I had and who I once was, was taken from me. I don't even know who I really am. It confuses me whenever you and the others talk about the person I was before."

Ginny looked away upset with herself for trying to pressure Hermione into being herself, not realizing that she was making her more lost than she already was. "I'm sorry."

Hermione stared out the window. "You're just trying to help me remember, thank you. I feel that the more I learn about me the more I idolize that person I used to be. She's so strong and willful, something I am not. "

"You're wrong, Hermione. You are strong and willful. You just don't remember it."

"Remember! Remember! Will you all stop saying that word?" Hermione snapped, pacing the across the room. She rubbed her temple as the aching intensified.

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Narcissa sat on the bed patiently waiting for Lucius to come in.

"Are you trying to scare her off?" she casually asked her husband as he entered their bedroom.

"Of course not, love," Lucius informed her with a grin, "I was merely experimenting."

"You're experimenting is going to cost us our son." Narcissa stated.

Lucius sobered at the mention of Draco. "Everything I do is for Draco's benefit." He sat on the side of the bed and took her hand. "Ever since he was born I have never denied him anything and it's quite clear he has strong feels for her and her for him."

"And her being Hermione Granger, war hero has little to do with it?"

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Hermione had decided to leave it was too much to bare. Ginny was going with her as support when she admitted herself to St. Mungos. She was going to receive the treatment she had been denied in the beginning for her memory loss.

Before they parted ways, Blaise had informed Hermione that the healers said she could not just drink a potion to bring her memories back. Her memory loss was due to being hit on the head by blunt force mixed with magic and was made more complicated by Draco and his interference. If she were to drink the potion, it could make her condition worsen. To be cured, she would have to go through stages of mental tests for the healers to determine how much damaged she had received.

Her leaving was a decision that Hermione had made and determined to go through with. But before she left for good, Hermione wanted to properly say goodbye to Draco, and then inform his father that she could not care for him.

She was alone once again in Draco's room, standing a comfortable distance away from him. He was still silently sleeping and would not hear Hermione, but this was something she felt had to do.

"Although you were...unpleasant to me I," Hermione inhaled deeply, taking a few steps toward him with each sentence. "I want you to know that I forgive you. I know that you can't hear me, but...I just had to tell you."

By the time Hermione finished saying what she wanted to say, she lightly touched the back of his hand. It was to ensure herself that he was not going to grab her wrist like before. Sighing in relief, mixed with sadness at the thought that his grabbing her wrist was just a mere accident, Hermione turned around. "Please let there be no grudges between us. Goodbye Draco - AH!"

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Draco shook his head and blinked as his blurred vision cleared. The last thing he remembered was being in his penthouse, trying to drink himself under the table. He was upset with himself for letting Granger have power over him, for causing him to care for her. She had made him feel guilty for what he did. For what he made her to him.

For a short while, he had the idea that she was faking the whole thing and drugged him with a love potion. But Draco knew form their Hogwarts years that Hermione could not act or lie for that matter. She was horrible at both. The professors only believed her because she was the goodie, little Gryffindor, who they thought would never risk her squeaky clean reputation and marks by lying. Fools all of them.

That could only mean one thing. The lying little harlot had drugged him with a love potion! Yes! It was the only reasonable explanation. It was why he couldn't stopped thinking about her large brown eyes, watering and staring at him in worship, believing his every word.

Draco awoke hours later after passing out cold and had forgotten about his revelation. He sat up glancing left and right, searching for Hermione. For what reason he didn't know. He just wanted to see her. See her smiling at him and hold her in his arms. It was pathetic. He was disgusted with himself for ever desiring a Muggle-born. His father would have his head for even thinking of it.

Draco was pulled from his musing by someone whispering his name. Slightly turning his head, he found large brown eyes staring back at him in alarm. It was Hermione. And she appeared terrified. Their eyes locked for several moments before Hermione began to scream. Draco winched at the sound. He meant to cover his ears, but found that his arms would not move. Apparently they were warped around the waist and chest of a certain screaming witch, who was struggling to pull them off her while rubbing her behind on his lap. The feeling was wonderful for him. Draco wanted to hold her tight and keep her in his lap, but the memories of her beating him blind in a suspiciously vivid dream convinced him to release her.

She hopped from his lap and ran to a corner, cowering.

"Hermione?" He said softly. He was praying she still had amnesia and never found out about his lies.

"Hermione!" Shouted Ginny Wealsey, Potter now, as she kicked his door open, her wand out and ready for a duel. She gasped at the sight of him and instantly pointed her wand at him.

"What happened?" Draco heard his father drawled before he entered the room with his mother. They too stared at him in shock.

Draco turned his head to see what they were all looking at, but found nothing. It meant they were staring at him. Why would the sight of him shock them to silence? He turned to look at his reflection in the mirror and his face twisted in horror. He was a hideous sight to behold. His hair was untamed, his skin was drastically pale, and his eyes were red and sunken. He didn't recognize himself for a second.

"Draco!" his mother ran to hug and kiss him.

"Mother," he whined, embarrassed that she was doing this in front of other people. They already agreed she would not do it in public.

"Welcome back from the dead, son."

Draco looked from his mother to his father, and then Hermione, who ran out the door followed by Potter. It took everything he had not to go run after Hermione and...and do something to make her stay with him. A part of him had missed her dearly, while another part of him kept him seated where he was, telling him he could not go after her. She knew the truth. She hated him.

"What's going on here?" He demanded.

Calmly his father explained to him that he had been in a coma for nearly two week. The healer said there was a fifty, fifty chance he was going to wake up again because he was the one who decided to close himself off from reality. Draco couldn't meet either of his parents' eye. He was too ashamed of himself for being weak.

His father had apologized for pressuring him into being the perfect son and promised to try not to let him have his freedom. Draco was stunned at the sincerity in his father's voice and didn't know what to say besides thank you.

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Although he thought it was completely useless, Draco went to his scheduled appointment with the therapist, who has been treating Hermione. His attendance was requested in a letter he had received earlier that morning. After he had awoken from his coma, and Hermione ran out of his room, Draco heard news that she was seeing a mental healer. Whoever the healer was, was making good progress with her, apparently, although she still couldn't remember anything yet.

Draco entered the office when the receptionist said he was allowed in and silently sat on the other side of the couch of Hermione. Hermione looked better compared to the last time he had seen her. She was relaxed for one thing.

"Mr. Malfoy," said the mental healer, who was a tall thin man with black hair and wearing a gray suit. He was in a leather chair, holding a notepad.

Draco clenched and unclenched his sweaty palms and greeted the man and then Hermione.
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