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You Were My World	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17597 -:- 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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During the session Draco was invited to, he did not answer the healer's, Jim, questions when he asked him what had motivated his actions concerning Hermione. From Draco's silence, Jim realized that his presence was hindering Draco from opening up to Hermione. He suggested the two go on a private meeting so they could talk openly. Draco was reluctant, but the healer insisted he go on just one meeting, for Hermione's peace of mind. If one or the other felt uncomfortable then they could call it off. At first, Hermione thought Draco wasn't going to agree, but after holding her breath for what felt like hours, he finally said yes.

Hermione fidgeted in her seat as she waited for Draco. The little voice inside her head told her not to go through with the date and leave now. No, she corrected it, no it was a meeting, not a date. A meeting between two people, who are going to talk, just talk. She dismissed the voice and told it to be quiet. She needed this meeting as a means to comprehend Draco's actions. She was curious to know why there was such animosity between them. She knew they had their differences, and there's no denying it but that didn't mean they had to hate each other. It was a long shot, but she hoped one day they could be friends. If they couldn't be friends, they could at least be civil.

Hermione had arrived twenty minutes early with Ginny, who was sitting four tables away for support and protection in case something unsuspected happens. Hermione did not want a repeat of what happened the last time she had confronted him. She told Jim about how Draco threw her into the hearth and sent her back to her parents. In recounting the events, she was angry with Draco all over again. But Jim calmed her down and reasoned that subconsciously Draco knew what he did was wrong and reacted out of fear. He went on to explain how fear could impact the mind and cause you to do things you normally would never have done.

Hermione wanted to give Draco a chance but still had second thoughts about how he would respond to her questioning him. Questioning was a method Jim advised her to practice. Pulling out the notepad the healer had given her from her pocket, Hermione reviewed the questions she had written down. She was going to ask him a series of questions to answer and take his word for it. She was going to let him know that she trusted him enough to tell her the truth like all the others.

A few days ago her parents had thrown her a belated welcoming home party. Throughout the party, Hermione had asked each of her family and friends to sit aside with her so she could individually question them and ask them to tell her stories of their past together. Bless Ginny, she stayed close beside her, performing guard duty in case someone tried to interrupt. Ginny explained to Hermione that some of the people there were some times biased and might try to take advantage of her memory loss.

When Hermione had asked Ginny for help, because she was puzzled as to why most of the stories the others were telling her were slightly different, Ginny revealed that she didn't want to influence her. She told Hermione it would be good practice for her to gather the information, analyze it, and deduce whose recount was true. After a rocky start, Hermione realized that playing detective was a lot of fun and was excited to hear more stories of her past. It was like she had lived in an adventurous world of fantasy and she was surprised to learn she was a war hero.

As Hermione waited for Draco, she crossed out the unnecessary questions out and re-examined the ones she was planning to ask him. Having something to do calm her nerves and kept her focus on the problem at hand. Minutes went by and Hermione couldn't help but become anxious about Draco's arrival. She knew she was being ridiculous but subconsciously she wished he would not come. A little part of her was still afraid to face him.

"Hermione?"

Hermione shrieked when she felt someone touched her arm. She turned her head to see Ginny in her disguise, sunglasses and a scarf over her head.

"You scared me," Hermione said, willing her heart to stop pounding so loudly. For a moment there she was excited at the thought that it was Draco. Now she was disappointed that it was not.

"You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to." Ginny told her, sensing her distress from where she was. "We still have time to leave."

"But what about Draco? I don't want him to think I stood him up."

"We can leave him a note. Tell him you're not ready yet." Ginny said, handing Hermione a napkin to wipe her sweating brows.

It was what Hermione wanted to do, but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

"No, Ginny. I want to stay." Hermione said firmly.

Respecting Hermione's choice, Ginny patted her shoulder and returned to her own table.

Hermione straighten the wrinkles on her robes, suddenly becoming self-conscious. She had seen old photos of herself when she was in school and she had to admit she was not an attractive child. Her teeth were large and she had bushy hair, though, Harry and Ron complimented that she had nice skin.

Looking at her reflection on a spoon, Hermione was happy to see that her teeth had evened out, and her hair was not as bushy as it used to be. The robes she and Ginny had chosen for this date was of light colors and conservative. Her make-up was also light and her hair neatly combed. She ran her tongue over her teeth that had been so large at one point. To top it off her parents had mentioned they were planning to put braces on her teeth.

"Hermione?"

"Blaise," Hermione smiled, "what are you doing here?"

Blaise glanced left and right. "I think the answer would be quite obvious."

"Oh…right," Hermione blushed at her foolish question. It was a restaurant, so of course he was there to eat.

Hermione and Blaise averted their eyes, looking at anything but the other. Having seen each other by coincidence after so long felt awkward, especially after what happened between them.

"Would you like to join me?" Hermione asked shyly.

"I'd love to," Blaise seated himself down and asked Hermione if she had eaten yet, since he noticed that her plate was empty.

"Well…I was. I-I'm waiting for… someone." Hermione didn't understand why she couldn't just say she was waiting for Draco. Blaise of all people would understand her and Draco's situation. He would not react in the way Harry and Ron did. Childish. They appeared as if they were going to throw a fit when Hermione told them not to come with her, Ginny was enough protection she needed. They finally gave up the argument when Ginny stepped in and said the words cat post. Two words. They became silent and grudgingly stepped back.

"I-I'm waiting for Draco." Hermione said softly, fidgeting with her fingers under the table.

Blaise opened then closed his mouth. He wanted to tell her good luck, give her the best wishes, but nothing came out. His throat was too dry for him to speak. Sipping the glass of water, he cleared his throat and placed the glass down firmly.

"I heard he was awake." He said, praying his voice would stay strong. "Did you two…work things out?"

There he said it. He had asked her the very question floating through his mind since the moment he had heard the rumors. In truth he wanted them both to be happy and forgive each other. But after imagining that scenario over and over again, he suddenly saw the image of Draco and Hermione embracing each other, skipping off into the sun in a field of flowers and he lost it.

Blaise cared for both of them. Well, he cared for Hermione just a little more than he cared for Draco. All right, he cared for Hermione a lot more than he cared for Draco. He wanted them to at least be civil as much as they could, but to fall in love? It would kill him if he had to watch Hermione walk into Draco's arms.

"Not exactly," Hermione took a sip of her glass and continued, "Jim, my doctor, schedule a…a da-meeting for me and Draco to talk things out."

"I wish you two the best."

"Thank you,"

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When Draco informed his mother and father of his impending meeting, his mother was excited for him, and his father did the most uncharacteristic thing. He wished him luck. Short and simple, there was no sly remark, no sneer... Something was definitely wrong here.

Although Draco appreciated that his father understood his feelings, but he thought his father was acting too understanding. It certainly aroused his suspicion. He wanted to investigate, but decided to save it for later, because at this moment he had to prepare for his date - meeting. He corrected himself.

Three hours before he was due to leave for their meeting, Draco paced the carpet in his bedroom. He was nervous. More than nervous. He felt like vomiting. Although if he did vomit nothing would come out since he skipped lunch, having been so nervous about the date, meeting.

His new robes were pressed and primed waiting for him to wear it, in contrast to his hair. It was untamed from his pulling it out of apprehensiveness.

Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go. These words played in his head over and over again, until he saw his reflection in the mirror.

"Merlin, I look like Potter!" Draco gasped.

To wipe that atrocious image out of his mind, Draco took a quick shower, got dressed and paced some more.

Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go.

Draco decided to leave twenty minutes before the time of the actual date. On his way to the restaurant, Draco suddenly found himself standing in front of a floral shop. How he ended up there instead of the restaurant he didn't know, but he found himself pushing the colorful door and entering.

"How may I help you sir?" an elderly man in an apron asked him kindly.

Draco slowly walked around the shop. He was too stunned by the beauty of the interior of the shop to speak. There were flowers everywhere, of different colors, varieties, and shapes. Instinctively his eyes fell in a potted flower with periwinkle-blue petals. Something about the color drew him to it. It was vaguely familiar. He swear he saw it somewhere before, but didn't remember where.

"I…I'm looking for," Draco closed his mouth, wondering why he was there for.

"A present?" the elderly man suggested.

"Yes, a present," Draco nodded.

"Is it for a lady?"

Draco cocked his head. He wanted to buy the plant for himself, but he didn't want to sound vain. "No,"

"A gentleman friend?" he asked quietly.

Draco jumped. "What?"

The man chuckled. "I apologize. I was being too nosy. Old age does that to you."

Draco pressed his lips together and pointed at the flower. "I want that one. And if you must know it is for a lady. She hates me so I have to buy her pretty things so she will like me again."

"I know what you mean," the man nodded as he rang the other, "I was married once."

Draco cringed at what the man had said and was about to correct him when he suddenly felt something rub against his leg. Draco looked down to see a familiar orange, hairy fur ball. "Cookie?" Draco said as Crookshanks meowed. Draco cautiously petted him on the head.

"Is he yours?" asked the shopkeeper. "I found him weeks ago, wet and filthy he was."

"No, he belongs to a friend of mine. Thank you for taking good care of him." Draco said, picking up Crookshanks after making sure that he wouldn't attack him like last time. Then again anyone would have been irritable if they had a hideous sweater thrown on them. "This is great. I'm going to meet her, his owner, tonight. I can give him back to her then."

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"Draco? You're back early?" His mother stated as he panted, holding a potted plant and large cat in his arms. "How did your meeting go?" Narcissa didn't have to ask. By the looks of Draco, she could tell it was awful.

"Fine, mother. It went absolutely fine." Draco replied through gritted teeth, and then stomped his way upstairs to his room. After entering his room, he locked his doors and placed the plant and Crookshanks on a table.

"Wants to work things out she says," Draco said, pacing his room, anger and betrayal ripping at his chest, "That- that- evil, little, lying – harlot!" He looked at Crookshanks. "To think I was going to apologize to your master! She is vile! The cruelest person I have ever met! They might as well be shagging on the table for all to see!"

Draco was exaggerating, but he was angry upon seeing Hermione at the restaurant with Blaise. Although they were just sitting, with a good distance apart, in Draco's mind he saw the two holding hands and doing other unspeakable things.

"That does it! I never want to see her again, and neither will you!" he pointed at Crookshanks, "I found you, that makes you my pet now!"

Crookshanks squinted his nose as if responding to his declaration of ownership.

Draco placed his fist on his hips. "Don't you argue with me, Darren! Darren. That is your new name from this day forward. You can forget about your life as…as Crookshark. And forget about that - that evil beaver tooth, bushy hair - beaver!"

Crookshanks hissed at Draco for insulting his master.

"How dare you hiss at me! I am your master now, not her!" Draco said, stomping his feet.

Crookshanks narrowed his eyes at Draco as if he was say,we'll see about that, and jumped off of the table. He strutted across the room to the bathroom with his tail pointed up, mocking Draco.

"Don't you walk away from me, Darren!"

Crookshanks turned his head to look at Draco with sympathy before disappearing behind the door.

"Fine! Who needs you?" Draco sat on his bed, clasping his hands together. "That beaver taught him well. He's just as wicked as she is. We'll see, just you wait…"

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"Lucius, I'm worried," Narcissa said as she entered her husband's study.

Lucius placed the book he was reading down and gave his wife his undivided attention. "I take it the date didn't go well?"

"Obviously,"

"It was probably a minor disagreement. They should get over it soon -"

"Lucius! He had an argument with a Kneazle and lost. Now he's plotting revenge against a…a," Narcissa sat on the leather wing-backed chair and poured herself some brandy, "a beaver and a chipmunk!"

Lucius chuckled at his wife's imagination, but sobered immediately as soon as he saw how serious she was.

"I found these in his room." She pulled out a stack of parchment from her pocket and handed them to him.

Lucius took the parchments and looked through them. They were drawings of a beaver with an afro and large front teeth, being struck by lightning. Its eyes altering from circles to x's and its tongue sticking out. The next few drawing was of a chipmunk, which bared some resemblance to Blaise Zanbini, having salt poured on it and slowly shrinking, while foaming in the mouth.

Narcissa looked the drawings over and realized who the beaver and chipmunk were caricatures of. She didn't know what they meant before because she was in a rush to leave the room before Draco saw her. "Is that Hermione Granger and… Blaise?"

"I believe so," said Lucius, angled the drawings.

"Lucius we have to summon a professional to help Draco."

"These are atrocious aren't they. But not to worry, love, I will hire the best artist money can buy and I assure you that by the end of the year he will be a renowned artist."

"That's not what I meant. What I mean is we need to get him help from a healer."

Lucius would rather plot to get Draco and Hermione together for ambitious purposes, but decided to push his plans aside in order to help Draco with his mental state. He loved Draco much more than his name and social status. He just found out it too late and now Draco is hurt.

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Waiting for her appointment to begin in the waiting room, Hermione thought of Draco and how he stood her up on their meeting. Blaise was with her to comfort her until late, but she was disappointed that she and Draco would not give them a chance to talk. Draco didn't want to set things right, but Hermione did and still wanted to. She planned to bug him until he would meet with her again and talk.

"Ms. Granger, Jim will be ready for you in five minutes. He's just finishing up." The receptionist informed Hermione.

"Thank you," Hermione replied, placing a bookmark in the book and closed it. "Draco?" She gasped when she saw him coming out from Jim's office and walked off in a fast pace, facing away from Hermione. "Draco!" she shouted running after him.

Hermione was out of breath, trying to keep up with him. She lost him after a few blocks, and he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. She returned to the office, licking her wounds and panting for air. After catching her breath, Hermione sat arms crossed on the love seat, glaring at Jim.

"Why was Draco here?" She demanded.

"He's my new patient." Jim said simply.

Hermione blinked. "What? He's your patient too? What's he telling you? Why did he stand me up? Why was he running?"

"Hermione, what is said between Mr. Malfoy and me is between Mr. Malfoy and me. I took an oath of secrecy and will honor it. "

Hermione looked down, ashamed that she was badgering Jim and expecting him to spill. She told him what happened last night, closely studying his facial expressions to see if he would give a hint of what Draco had told him. There was none. After the session was over, Hermione found Ginny and told her everything.

"If you want to know what he said, then I have a plan." said Ginny.

"What?"

"Sneak into Jim's office and steal Draco's files."

Hermione gasped. "But Ginny, it's illegal."

"Not if we get caught. Tomorrow, you're going to distract Jim, while I get the files."

"I don't know Ginny. What if Jim finds out? He'd be so angry and so would Draco."

"It would be just a peek. No one will find out."

Ginny wrapped her arm around Hermione's shoulder. "Now, here's what you do…"

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"I don't think I can do this." Hermione whispered to Ginny as they walked into the Jim's office.

"Yes you can," Ginny whispered back, holding out one of Fred and George's creations to Hermione.

Hermione took the green candy and put it in her mouth. A sour tasted assaulted her taste buds and Hermione fell to the floor her eyes rolling back, her entire body shaking.

"Help! Somebody help! She's having a seizure!" Ginny shouted and then hid herself in a corner next to Jim's door, at an angle where Jim and his receptionist would not see her when they come out to check on Hermione.

While they were busy, Ginny slipped into the office and went straight to the file cabinet. With a quick spell she learned from Harry that would disarm any wards imagined, she searched the files for Draco's. When she found it, she scanned through the conversation recorded between Draco and Jim. After reading as much as she could, she closed the file and placed it back. Cautiously, she left the office to the clinic next door, where she knew they would take Hermione, and asked what Hermione's room number was.

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After they left the clinic, they went to Hermione's flat for privacy. Hermione sat on her couch, drinking tea to wash away the bitter aftertaste of the potion she was made to drink.

"I hate lying to Jim," Hermione said softly, sipping her tea, "He's been such a great help. I feel like I violated him and Draco -"

"Draco didn't stand you up." Ginny told her for her to cease the guilt trip she was taking herself through.

Hermione stared at Ginny, shocked. "What? He-he did. Didn't he? "

"He was there. He found Crookshanks and even brought you flowers."

"Crookshanks?"

"You're pet,"

Hermione nodded. "The one I had since school?"

"Yes,"

"And Draco brought me flowers?"

"Yes,"

"Then why didn't he come? Why didn't he meet me?"

"He saw you with Blaise and didn't want to interrupt." Ginny translated Draco's colorful description. "And he was angry."

"Angry? Why would he be angry? He and Blaise are friends. Wouldn't he be more comfortable if his friend was there?"

"No, Hermione. The meeting was for you and him. He said he felt that you were disrespecting him by bring other people to your private meeting."

"Oh, Draco. I was so angry at him for standing me up, but it was me who hurt him the most." Hermione stood up, "I need to see him."

"Hermione, I don't think you should see him now."

"What do you mean?"

"You're ready to see him but he isn't ready to see you." Ginny recited the note Jim had written on Draco's file. "He was very remorseful of what he did to you and is going through depression."

"He's going through depression?" Hermione sat back down hugged her knees. There was silence for several minutes before she began laughing to herself.

Ginny looked at Hermione like she had grew a second head. "Hermione?"

"Ginny?" Hermione murmured, "After what he did, why am I the one feeling guilty?"

Ginny place her hand in Hermione back in sympathy. "It was not your fault. You had nothing to do with it. Draco's problems started long before this. You couldn't have saved him."

"Couldn't I have? If I was not wallowing in self pitting then Draco will not be depressed."

"Hermione," Ginny stressed her name, "It was not your fault. You had nothing to do with it. Draco's problems started long before this. You couldn't have saved him." She repeated herself and told Hermione to chant it.

Ginny embraced Hermione as she chanted Ginny's words.

"Don't worry, one day you two will be cured and become friends." Ginny said, although there were doubts in her mind, she didn't show it to Hermione.
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