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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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Wait, was what Jim had told Hermione to do. She was supposed to wait for Draco and for herself. Jim said that although she claimed she was ready to see Draco, she actually wasn't. It was her mind that was trying to convince herself that she needed to see him in order to save him. But she had to save herself first before she was able to save anyone else.

She had to wait.

So she waited and waited. And waited…

Before she knew it half a year had passed in the blink of an eye. Then a six months had passed and still, and still no memories and no Draco. Hermione didn't know which she missed most. Her memories or Draco. It should be her memories, Hermione had concluded. Memories were what she needed. It was what she wanted. But if that were really true, then why couldn't she stop thinking about Draco? Worried that something had happened to him or if he was hurt. She knew she should stop thinking about him, but she just couldn't help it. She cared for him. Because…because he was suffering. And… and she loves him. Even now, it was hard for her to say the words.

"Hermione,"

Hermione blinked a few times and meet Blaise's gaze. "Sorry. I was…I was spacing out again wasn't I?"

Blaise gave her an understanding look and took her hand.

Hermione smiled at him, relieved that he was not asking her if she remembered anything. It was the number one question that everyone had been asking her and it annoyed her to have to constantly answer them with a no. Her response annoyed her because every time she was asked that particular question, she felt pressured to remember. It seems like they had high expectations, so high that she could not reach. Or at least the old her could.

The old her seemed invincible. Strong and fearless and so brilliant. Everything she wasn't. At first, it was brilliant to hear of such glorious tales, but the more she heard of herself the more she felt like she was a completely different person from who she was before.

She was a stranger. A stranger listening to others tell her the legend of a magnificent heroine, who did great deeds. A heroine, a superwoman, a person she could not imagine herself being.

It shamed her whenever she thought of what that splendid heroine had become.

An absent minded weakling.

Jim told her it was natural to feel the way she did. Hermione Granger's heroics were a thing not many could measure up to. He suggested that she tell her friends about the insecurities she felt whenever they told the stories of her past. Hermione knew that it was not their intentions and wanted to have a word with them about it but hadn't gathered the courage yet.

Harry and Ron would definitely listen to Hermione Granger the Great.

But they probably would not listen to Hermione Granger the Weakling, who could barely cast a spell.

She had held her wand in her hand, Ginny at her side, encouraging her, and tried with all she could, but nothing. Nada. Her magic had locked itself up because she had locked herself up. Her feelings of insecurities were taking root and digging deep to her magic and blocking it. Jim had advised her to relax, move back in with her parents, and stay out of the magic world for a bit. At least until she was able to hold her ground.

"Would you like me to take you home?" Blaise asked her.

"No," Hermione replied.

Four months ago, Blaise had contacted her and they renewed their friendship. She introduced him to her parents and he had charmed them. He asked her out on a date, which she agreed to, despite Harry and Ron protesting against it. They still didn't trust him, but Ginny stepped in and silenced them.

Every weekend Blaise would visit her and take her out to a local café near her parents' house and brought her safely home.

"You don't look like you're having fun." Blaise stated.

"I am, but…" Hermione looked down at her plate and played with her food.

"But?" Blaise urged to her continue.

Blaise was such a good friend and she didn't want to tell him that she really wanted to go home early. He'd gone out of his way to please her. It would be ill-mannered of her to upset him by keeping things from him. "Lately I've been having this dream."

"What's the dream about?"

"I don't remember." As the words left her mouth, Hermione bit her tongue to distract herself from how much she hated saying them. "When I wake up I don't remember it, but I remember the emotions I felt while it was happening. There was so many…"

"Have you spoken to your therapist about it?" Blaise carefully asked, in case she didn't want to talk about it.

"Yes. He told me that it might be my memories surfacing. He…He theorized that the reason why I can't remember is because secretly I don't want too." Hermione's voice lowered as she spoke.

"Do you?" Blaise softly asked her.

Hermione looked away. She wanted to answer yes, but found that she could not and she was upset with herself for it.

As Hermione's gaze danced around the café, her eyes widen and she blinked twice to be certain of what she saw.

"What's the matter, Hermione?"

Hermione glanced at Blaise, then at the spot that she thought she saw Draco. He was gone. Of course he was. She was probably imagining things, again. "Nothing."

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Draco frowned as he watched Hermione have her weekly date with Blaise. The more he watched them together all happy and lovely dovey, the more it pissed him off.

He paid for his untouched coffee and left the café.

"You're home early." His mother stated, when he returned to the manor. "How was your session?"

He told his parents that his therapist had offered more sessions to increase his healing time. But in truth, he was out spying on Hermione.

"Fine, mother." He said as he made his way to his room.

Crookshanks, who Draco renamed Darren, greeted his return with a meow and stuck his head up for Draco to pet him. Draco scratched Darren's head as he sat on his bed.

"I went to see Hermione." Draco told him as he usually did, every time he came back from spying on Hermione.

Darren scrunched up his nose and meowed.

"All right, I was spying on her." Draco admitted. He could never get anything pass the familiar at all. He was as smart and a Know-It-All like his mistress. "She was out with Blaise again." he said as he reclined on the bed. "She...she looks happy."

Meow.

Draco put his arms over his eyes. "But she also looks depressed and I heard she doesn't remember anything still."

Meow.

"I know. It's all my fault. I should have taken her to a hospital as soon as I found her." He often confided in Darren even though he was just a cat. It made him feel better to have someone who would listen to him without judgment. Jim may appear non-judgmental, but Draco still had his doubts. The man was too understanding and little too friendly for Draco's liking. But Draco was still seeing him, none the less.

Meow.

"Now, she might never remember anything and hate me forever." Draco removed his arms from his face and turned to Darren. "What to know what's worse?" he continued without waiting for Darren to respond. "The thought upsets me. I don't want her to hate me."

Draco looked up as he heard a light tap on his window. He opened the window, let the owl in, and took the letter tied to its leg.

Dear Draco,

We should meet.

Draco arched his brow at the letter and wondered who had sent it. They didn't give their name or the place of meeting.

Another owl flew in beside the first one and hooted for Draco's attention.

Sorry. This is Hermione by the way .I think we should meet tomorrow and talk.

Draco looked up and another owl had just flew and landed on his windowsill.

Sorry, again. Here's the address.

Draco looked at the address and stiffened. It was the address to the café she went to weekly with Blaise. Did she find out that he was spying on her? Had been for four months and not just at the café.

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Hermione took deep breathes as she sent the third owl off. She was so nervous that she kept forgetting what she was supposed to write and had to send three owls to him. It was ridiculous how just the mere thought of speaking to him rattled her.

It's been half a year, Hermione. You can do this.

She needed to see him and be done with it. Or else she would continue seeing his image all over the place for the rest of her life. Hermione knew she was being dramatic, but that was what it felt like. For months, she has been seeing Draco just about everywhere. It's was as if she was being haunted by his ghost. Today, when she saw him, it felt so real and it frightened her.

What if she never remembers? And forever be haunted by his image?

Hermione shook her head to push the thought away.

That will not happen!

She admittedthat she was still afraid of tackling her memories and it might take some time for it to happen. So instead, she chose to tackle Draco first. Figuratively speaking.

Although the thought of tackling Draco was appealing.

She had called him out so they could talk and resolve their differences. She needed closure and quite frankly she was tired of being ashamed of her weakness.

The revaluation came to her when she realized that every time she saw Draco, he was getting closer and closer. Before he used to be a part of the crowd, distances away, now he was merely a few tables from her.

It must be her subconscious trying to tell her that her time was almost up. Pretty soon, his ghost would be sitting next to her for the rest of her life, taunting her.

If he was going to be sitting next to her, she wanted it to be by her terms. She would confront him and then she would be set free. Yes, she would be free of him.

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Draco was hiding in an alleyway beside the café he was supposed to meet Hermione. He paced back and forth, fearing what she was going to say to him.

Why couldn't she just hex him and get it over with? Surely it would have been easier. Why did she want to talk so much? Because she was Hermione Granger.

Draco chuckled at the thought.

Yes, it was because she was Hermione Granger. All she ever did was talk, talk, talk, with her gorgeous mouth. Draco grimace at thoughts of her mouth. He swore to himself he was not going over there. He was attracted to her. Very attracted to her. He wouldn't deny it any longer.

She has been haunting him in his dreams for a year. It was so bad that he couldn't help but stalk her. Draco ceased his pacing and pressed his head against the brick wall and began hitting it.

Yes, he, Draco Malfoy was reduced to an obsessive stalker by the likes of Hermione Granger.

How had he become so pathetic?

"Draco?"

Draco stopped banging his head against the wall and stared at Hermione. She was standing in the opening of the alleyway, blinking in surprise. The first thought he had of her was how beautiful she looked in her Muggle clothing of a coat and jeans. Her hair was tied back, revealing her wondrously pale complexion. Pale?

"Hermione?" Draco said as her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Resisting the urge to panic, Draco rushed to her and carried her to a Muggle clinic a few blocks from where they were.

Did she really hate him that much? The mere sight of him disgusted her so much that it caused her to faint?

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I can't believe I fainted… was Hermione's first thought as she came too. She was embarrassed beyond belief. She fainted because she was so shocked at seeing him, the real him. It stunned her how she felt about him.

She still loved him. Despite everything. She loved him.

She wanted to throw herself at him and hear him tell her it was all a misunderstanding and they could start over. Although the chance of that ever happing was small and it would never be that simple. Nothing ever was.

Why was she so pathetic?

Wishing for things that could never happen. Loving a man who would never return her love.

Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was Draco, and he was about to leave.

"Don't go." Hermione pleaded to his back.

Draco stood in front of the door for a moment and then turned around to face her.

He was as handsome as she remembered, even with a nasty welt on his forehead.

Slowly, she sat up. "What happened?"

"You fainted."

"No," Hermione touched her forehead. "Your head."

"What?" He looked at her in confusion and placed his hand on his forehead and winced.

Hermione was filled with concern and to witness him in pain, made her ache to hold him and kiss it away. "Does it hurt?" she asked in a small voice.

"Obviously." Draco cleared his voice as he straightened himself. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Well?" Draco said, after she didn't say anything further.

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. "I love you." She immediately snapped her mouth shut after realizing what she had just said. It was not what she had planned to say to him. Not even close. "Like a brother." She quickly added.

Please, please, floor split open and swallowed me up now. Hermione prayed to whoever was listening.

Draco seemed to have recovered from his petrified stated and said, "Than-thank you." He looked as uncomfortable as she was and about really to run out of there.

"I. Forgive. you." Hermione said slowly, fearing she might say something else that would humiliate her further. "I love you -" she snapped her mouth shut.

Stop it tongue or I'll bite you! Hermione warned it and for added measures she pressed it onto her teeth, letting it grazed against them. Feel how sharp they are? Do you?

Hermione opened her mouth experimentally and the undesirable three little words came spilling out once again.

You think I'm joking don't you, you fiend. I will do it I swear!

"Ouch!" Hermione winced at the pain.

You will remember that, tongue! Next time you speak, it better be something I like or else…She wedged it between her teeth, bit down on it. Not hard too and not lightly either.

"Hermione!"Draco exclaimed as he rushed to her side, grabbing her hands. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Nurse!"

Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. Heat burned her face and everywhere he was touching. His proximity was driving her insane.

She was having a conversation with her tongue and threatening it with violence because of him.

A woman dressed in a nurse uniform entered the room and walked toward Hermione. That was when she finally took in her surroundings and realized that she was in a white sterilized room, sitting on a bed, and wearing a hospital gown.

Before Hermione could ask them how she got there, the nurse pressed her eyelids up and shined a flashlight at her eyes.

"She might be concussed."

"Her head did hit the ground pretty hard," Draco informed the nurse, "and…and she's been telling me she loves me."

"It's the medication. She'll be declaring her love for just about everything on sight." The nurse told him. "Loads of patients have had that particular side-effect."

Thank goodness. Hermione thought. Now he'll think she was saying those things because of the medication.

Using her drug induced state as an excuse, Hermione gazed at Draco, getting her fill of him. His handsome face was darkened with concern and his eyes... His eyes were filled with disappointment. For what, Hermione didn't know.

"She might start kissing you too." The nurse commented, pressing her finger over Hermione's pulse.

With eyes wide, Hermione stared at the nurse, then turned to Draco.

This was her chance! Do it Hermione, kiss him. Maybe you'll finally get over him, then you'll be able to live your life. You don't have to worry about repercussions. He'll think it's because of the drugs.

"Her pulse is speeding up and her temperature is rising. Some ice chips will cool her down."

With that the nurse got up and left.

They alone were.

Ceasing the opportunity, Hermione cupped his face and pressed her lips onto his. She felt his body stiffened at first, but he began to relax and kissed her back.
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