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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70407 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever. I am just having some fun.

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AN: In the three weeks that I have been caring for my Grandma, I have turned her health around more than those who have medical degrees and experience. She still needs work, but she's eating, gaining weight, and so much happier than before. For a while there, I was worried, I was having to get up every hour to help her with something. I wasn't getting any sleep. She's sleeping relatively well through the night now. We're much happier!

So now that I bored you with my life update, I'm pleased to present the newest chapter of His Relinquishment! Enjoy, and thank you for reading!

Hermione gagged and spit up a thick blob of blood. She shuddered knowing it wasn't her own. She had no toothbrush nor paste to properly clean her teeth, but there was soap to wash her hands with and so she used it (and her nails) to clean her mouth out, trying to remove bits of Malfoy's skin out from her teeth. She spent nearly an hour doing it until she tasted the bitter soap more than anything. It was better than the metallic taste of blood.

Hermione went back to the bed she had previously woken up in, crawling into it, and swallowing down a sob. She ached all over, bruised and torn from being abused both inside and out.

But the nightmare wasn't over. It was just starting.

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"How bad is it?" Draco asked. His eyes were shut tightly and his teeth were clamped together. He hissed in pain as Severus closely inspected him. "It's bad, isn't it?! Merlin, I'm cursed, aren't I?! My dick's forever going to be—"

The loud snap of examination gloves being removed from Severus's hands ceased Draco's frantic talking. He waited with bated breath for an answer. Severus gave him a stern look and tossed the waste into a rubbish bin. "It's not cursed." Draco let out a whoosh of air in immense relief. "But it has been harshly mutilated, though not to the point of uselessness. I'd expect some scarring, but your... dick, as you put it, won't forever look so... choppy."

Draco carefully pulled his pants back up to his hips and latched his belt together. "And what can I do about the pain? It pretty much hurts to do anything right now."

"Maybe it's supposed to feel that way at the moment; as part of your punishment..."

"Something has to be done about it though. He expects the Mudblood and I to... mingle everyday until she's been bred— his words exactly..."

Severus's lips thinned. "Then I suggest that's what you do. I'll ask about some potions and see if He will allow the use of them to make your task a little easier to handle."

"Specifically for the Mudblood, right?"

A dark eyebrow lifted up in curiosity. "Unless you think you can manage her without any assistance?"

Draco nodded after a thought. "Best to be safe and prepared."

"Precisely my thought."

Draco returned to her room that night, finding the Mudblood balled up in the bed. At first, he thought she was sleeping, but a loud wet sniff was heard from her soon after he entered, followed by a sob.

He didn't pity her. It was her own bloody fault that her rape had happened the way it did. Draco didn't doubt it still would have been a rape if she hadn't escaped (she would never agree to do such a thing with him, just as he wouldn't when it came to her), but it surely wouldn't have been as horrid and painful if she hadn't had ran off.

In truth, if she had stayed put, Draco would have probably just drugged her to get the job done.

But The Dark Lord wanted to toy with them. He wanted to show her the position she was in— good for nothing besides incubating the children of the future. What he had done to Draco was mostly done as a punishment for 'letting' the Mudblood escape. Maybe it was also brutally done to establish a fear of Draco from the Mudblood.

Draco was about to find out if that was true or not. Having her fear him would make things a little easier on him. He wasn't sexually attracted to that, but there were always potions to help him get hard enough to fuck her— should he need them.

He wasn't sure how The Dark Lord had made him hard enough to fuck the Mudblood, because Draco hadn't enjoyed doing it for a second— not until his Master had released him from the curse, allowing him to take over. It had taken Draco a moment to regather his thoughts, but he had been able to send his mind elsewhere. He cast an enchantment on the Mudblood, forcing her to relax, and sending her into an euphoria. Her calmness, her dazed look, permitted him to focus on an explicit thought to make him hard. It surprised him when it was her naked body that had popped into his mind. A bit of imagination was involved though, as the body he had pictured of her was in decent shape. Not starved, or sagging, but full and plump. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, her nipples were pink and erupt with life, and he had imagined sucking on them, nipping at them, making her gasp in arousal.

Arousal.

It was not something Draco had expected to experience. It was not something he had wanted to happen. But it was enough to finish what The Dark Lord had started. It was enough to make him hard, and it momentarily took his pain away.

He just couldn't believe that it was her that he had fantasized about that had made him cum. Perhaps it was her smell though. He had buried his nose deep into her neck, after smelling the scent of fresh, green sour apples radiate off her skin; he had wanted more of it. It amazed him on how much a scent could sexually affect him.

Then it was all over, and the pain had returned just as soon as he had finished filling her with his seed. It hurt enough to make his gut reject what the little food he had eaten earlier that day. Dizziness swarmed him, bringing on a headache.

"Well done, son. You've tired your wife out. That's quite an achievement." It was The Dark Lord's comment that made Draco notice his Mudblood had passed out. He envied her. Her mind was currently in a better place. Better than his was at the moment.

"You will mingle with your wife everyday until she has been bred. I trust you not to miss a single night, Draco. I'm sure you would hate to find out what will happen if that should to occur. Yes?"

"Yes, My Lord," he managed to choke out between his heaving.

"You are dismissed then. You may use my floo to return home." The Dark Lord gestured to the fireplace across the way. "Take your wife with you and get some decent rest."

"Dinner is on its way," Draco broke the silence in the Mudblood's room.

She jumped, having not noticed his presence yet. She turned onto her back to look at him, her eyes were narrowed. "I'm not hungry."

"I didn't ask if you were."

"Don't have the house-elves waste their time on me— I'm not going to eat anything."

Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to keep his cool. He crossed his arms, pressing them tightly to his chest. Leaning against the closed door, he said, "I'd rather not have to shove food down your bloody throat, but if you refuse to eat, that's exactly what I'll do."

The Mudblood's lips pressed together before she flipped back over onto her side, turning away from him.

"Besides the upcoming meal, I came in to inform you that we're going to sex every day until you're pregnant." He stopped to see if she would respond to the news, but she didn't. Not a sound came from her. He expected her to cry out in an outrage. To lash out at him. To tell him that she wasn't going to do a damn thing he said.

Her silence disturbed him. She should be upset. Why wasn't she reacting...?

"If we don't, He'll do what He did to us today all over again. He may even make it worse next time. Might involve Himself in on it. I've... witnessed what He can do when He's feeding his sexual appetite. It's not pleasant, Granger, I can assure you that... Lots of blood and... lots of... torture..."

And lots of puke on Draco's part. But he didn't add that.

"I don't understand," she whispered. "Why didn't he pair you with a Pureblood? Why does it have to be me?"

Draco rolled his eyes. Typical Granger. He just told he that he was being forced to impregnate her and all she wanted was to know why.

"Because The Dark Lord gets a fiendish delight in torturing me," he muttered sarcastically.

Draco swore he heard her snort softly, but he couldn't tell. It had been such a quiet sound, it may have even been a grunt.

"I'm not going to be your sex slave, Malfoy." Her voice was muffled by a pillow.

"I don't find you even remotely attractive for you to be such a thing, but you will obey my orders of you."

Her head adjusted from the pillow, but she still faced away from him. "And if I don't? I know that you can't kill me now. Or physically harm me... at least to the point where I'm damaged from carrying your... babies."

"They say you have brains. It'd be wise to use them and not purposely infuriate me."

"Why should it matter? My existence alone does that. I've done nothing to you, yet you continue to show how little I have to do to annoy you."

Draco laughed. "Have you forgotten this past week?!" He pushed himself off the door as a house-elf cracked in with the Mudblood's food. He pointed to the desk where she would be eating at, instructing Voax (the elf's name) to set it there.

His house-elves had repaired the damages he had done a week ago to the room. It didn't even look like he had went crazy. Perfect like it had always looked.

"Shall Voax delivers Master his foods too, sir?"

"I'll eat later," Draco simply answered.

Voax then popped away, leaving the couple alone.

"Alright, Mudblood, up you get." He yanked the covers off of her so she couldn't hide under them any longer. "Time to eat."

"I told you I wasn't hungry."

"Do you honestly want to test my patience?!"

"I'm just tired..." She balled herself tightly into a ball and whimpered.

"You can sleep after you eat." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of bed.

"Don't touch me!" she shrieked, yanking against him. All Draco did was squeeze her tighter and throw her into the desk chair.

"Stay," he ordered coldly. "Else I'll stick you there. Perhaps even make you stay the night in it."

The Mudblood glared at him. "You're an arsehole."

Draco bent down to where his face was just above hers. "Yes, I am. So you may just want to hold your fucking tongue when it comes to speaking to me." He took a hold of her ear and gave it a rough tug. "Understand?"

The Mudblood swung her arm up to his face, elbowing him in the eye. Draco stepped back, cursing her out.

"Don't fucking touch me, Malfoy!" she spat. "Understand?!"

"Mudblood..." He rubbed his eye, wincing at the sharp, sore pain. That damn bloody bitch! With the damaged eye closed he lunged at her, snatching her throat with his hands. He shook her violently as she struggled to breathe. "You're one stubborn bitch!" he snarled. He took a hand and forced her head backward by pulling on some of her hair.

"You just wait, Malfoy," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I got away once, I'll do again!"

Draco backhanded her. Hard enough to make her cry out. Blood trickled from her nose a second later. "I won't die because of you," he warned her. "But you'll not fool me twice. I know what you're capable of now. You will forever stay here. You'll serve me and do everything I expect of you, else there will be consequences. I am your fucking husband, and you will respect me!"

"I am not your wife!"

"Yes, you are!"

"I did not sign a damn thing! I have agreed to no such thing!"

Draco grasped her wrist and brought her hand up for her to see. "This," he started, speaking about the ring. "Is all that is needed. Your blood and mine are infused into the metal of this—" Her eyes widened, making him grunt, amused that she just now realized how serious their marriage was.

"That's Dark Magic!" she gasped.

"And you expected anything different when there's a Dark wizard ruling the world?! Where are your brains?!"

She didn't reply. Her eyes had shifted away from him, staring at the wall. He watched a tiny tear slide down her cheek. Draco released his hold on her and demanded that she eat.

"What's the point?" she asked hollowly. "Even if you do manage to get me pregnant, once your heir is born, I'll be useless to you and then I'll be killed."

"Well, then maybe your death won't be as painful as it should be," Draco growled. "But you're going to bear my heir whether you consent to it or not." He shrugged. "It matters not to me. I have a job to do, and I shall not be punished because you're too thick to realize that it's easier just to get it over and done with!"

"You didn't seem to like the idea of raping me a few hours ago..." She shoved the food around on her plate, having yet to take a bite of it.

"I don't get excited when it comes to one-sided sex sessions. I've had to see too much of it. It's not quite my style. Be that as it may, I have my ways around that— even if you refuse. You see, it's the whimpering, the screaming, and the crying that gets to me." He leaned down to speak into her ear. "There are methods that will make you attracted to me, and me to you. It's not something I'd be too comfortable with doing— I'd not be so proud with having to admit that I grew hard at just the thought of you, spell or no spell, but it's better than the Dark Lord forcing you to grate my cock with your teeth, isn't it?"

The Mudblood cocked her head, blocking his breath from reaching her neck. She didn't answer him, but his words had sunk in, if just a little. She looked completely disturbed and disgusted with the reminder of what had just happened only hours ago. She stiffened. "I still don't agree with any of this."

"I never expected you to. I only expect you to do what I command of you."

The Mudblood snorted. "You should have married a Pureblood witch then!"

Draco gathered a handful of her hair into his fist and watched her prepare for him to bring her pain. "Are you saying that you will not do what I tell you?" he asked her in a low, cool voice.

"I wasn't raised to do as a man says," she told him bravely. "So, no, I am not your slave, I don't consider myself your wife, and I would rather be tortured to death than to throw away all the morals I have built up in my lifetime!"

Draco's lip curled up. He could not believe the nerve she had! "I've been nice enough to treat you like my wife—"

"Nice?!" The Mudblood laughed. "You're hilarious!" She shrieked when he tugged at her hair.

"I was talking, Mudblood," he growled. "Do not interrupt me while I'm speaking!"

She punched him in the ribs, and he hissed. "I will do what I want!" she shrieked, wiggling from his grasp and standing up from the chair. "I am not your anything!"

"Fine," he seethed. "I'm done being nice. You don't want to accept that you're my wife?! That's fine by me!" He dug out his wand and cast a spell so she couldn't move, then he began dragging her out of the room by the mane of her hair. She'd be incredibly sore for a few days, but at this point, he didn't even care.

She didn't want to be treated as his wife, so instead he was going to treat her as his prisoner.

Hours later, he stared at her still, sleeping form. He had imperiused her to eat and when she was through with the dinner, he had forced her into a slumber, laying her onto a bed of straw. He had taken her down to the dungeons. These cells were once used to store misbehaving house-elves when his father was still alive. Draco didn't have such high expectations with the house-elves unlike his father had though, so they had been empty since the day that Lucius Malfoy had died.

Until now.

He decided the Mudblood would stay down here for a while and get a taste of what her life could be like, if she wasn't married to him. He'd take care of her, as she would be the mother of any of his children, but she needed a dose of reality. He wasn't sure she understood how lucky she really was.

Marrying Goyle would have been worse. Or Flint... Flint was awful, like Blaise, he really enjoyed a sick and twitched kind of foreplay.

Draco shuddered and tried to get such horrid memories from his mind. There was something wrong with those men.

He stared at the Mudblood, sitting in a chair above her. She slept on her back and the robe she was dressed in was open enough to show the whole of one of her breasts. He found himself looking at it every so often. It moved as her chest slowly rose and lowered with her breathing. His hands twitched. He rubbed them against his knees.

He actually wanted to touch it. He just could not wrap his head around it; all of a sudden, he wanted to caress her silky looking mound. And the more time he spent there, the worse the thought got. To the point where he licked his lips, craving to set the lone nipple that he could see between his teeth and toy with it with the tip of his tongue.

The member between his legs was rock hard and he groaned at the pain from the scrapes that were surrounding it. How was it possible to have the urge to fuck someone all the while knowing that you're dick's so tender, that it would likely bleed if it was put to use.

He got down on his knees and undid his belt with one hand, hissing in pain as he gently grabbed his cock and stroked it with a building need. Draco approached the Mudblood slowly and carefully separated the seam of her robes with his free hand to expose both her breasts to him.

What was wrong with him...? A week ago, he would have cursed himself for doing such a thing, but now... he wanted to jerk off while staring at her boobs?

It pained him to do, but by focusing his thoughts more on her body, the pain could be blocked out of his mind, and before he knew it, he was cumming. Some of it shot out onto the Mudblood's belly. He used a bit of her robe to mop it up, then he tucked his dick back into his pants and sat back in his chair, watching her sleep.

He wondered if he would like it better if he fucked her while she slept, or if he would prefer her to be spelled into willingness with some sort of drug. He'd probably soon have the chance to learn either way.

She wasn't going to do it on her own accord, that's for sure.

Review Responses:

I got a lot of them this time, thank you very much, kind readers! :)

Asha: I'd have to agree with you...!

Angel baby 10: Even though Draco messed up, I believe the Dark Lord still considers the Pureblood worthy enough to use. ;)

Anna: My intention, of course. Hehe.

Louie: I found the time to update! Lucky for you. Heh! Glad ya like it.

DaFossil : Pretty creepy, huh? Couldn't take it lightly.

raevynstarr: You're telling me. Usually people go nuts when you write a rape scene. Draco has been forced into the situation just as Hermione was, and I wanted to show that. He's more accepting than she is, but he's also adapted to the whole "The Dark Lord's Demands Are Law" thing. And yes... A redemption for Draco is quite possible.

jen7: I don't plan to abandon it. :) Jealous (possessive more like) Draco may appear in the future.

TheLastOfTheMagic: It's hard to grasp when people tell me that my write is descriptive. It's one thing that I consider a weakness of mine. Thank you for your lovely comment. :)

wintercocis: OMG, wow, well, I HAVE written darker fics, so yeah, this is actually REALLY mild compared to "The Dove". You may want to check that out if you like dark themes-- it's on my account here. :p Happy to hear people believe the characters are in canon, that was one of my goals in this story.

ElleB: I have yet to put it on Ff.net yet in fear that the theme is so controversial that the story and my account might get deletd. I have put it on Archive of Our Own though. Under the same username.

DeNoirFan: Haha, I know another person who's the same way, They'll reread the story all the while, email me for updates. It's pretty entertaining.
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