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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70413 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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By far, it was the best kiss Draco had ever had in his life. And it was with her. The Mudblood. He should have been upset, angry with her for stirring up such feelings inside him.

But he wasn't.

Because it was fantastic. It was perfect. Beyond any imaginable dream he could ever fantasize about. Her lips were plump and tender. Her flicking tongue launched the pit of his stomach into some delightful fire that he did not want to put out. She tasted so nice. Juicy and sweet.

Whether the Mudblood knew it or not, Draco was aware that she was grasping his hips firmly, as if using him for balance.

He cupped her face, holding her mouth to his. He forbid her from ending this. Judging by the way she returned the kissing, he didn't think she wanted it to end either.

Pleasure jolted through him as she pressed her pelvis to his, grinding against him. He moaned into her mouth, and stroked a thumb along her cheek, permitting her the knowledge that he was pleased by this motion of hers. The Mudblood whimpered. Not because she was in distress, or in pain— not that type of pain anyway. She continued to ride his hardening bulge, fixing her building need at her cunt. Her breathing picked as she grew excited.

Draco reluctantly broke off the kiss, panting from both arousal and lack of air. He tucked his hands into the Mudblood's parted bathrobes to grip her ass, pressing his bulge to the spot she so wanted friction at.

She cried out, arching her back. She was near. Draco wasn't inexperienced to not know when a woman was peaking her climax. Her muscles were tightening up, her forehead was clammy. He had to hold her to him since she was growing weak, her orgasm just seconds from occurring.

Draco backed her up two steps to the wall behind her and encased her between he and it. He gathered her legs into his hands at the back of her knees and wrapped them around his waist. He rolled his cock against her, giving her what she so desperately wanted. She moaned, finally releasing herself.

He had never found a woman's moan to be so fucking hot.

The Mudblood went limp against him, still moaning every so second. He was not going to stop her here. From experience, he knew she was just getting started. In her sleep, he could get her to cum at least five times, one after another. Her pussy would be so slippery by the time he was finished with her.

With his face buried deep into her neck, he toyed with her, using his aching member to torture her, yet delivering that ultimate satisfaction she so desired.

It was good that he was well disciplined. He would have cummed himself. But his cock wasn't even exposed yet. Only when it was exposed was it allowed to lose control.

She spoke no words. Only made sounds. Heavy breathing. Mewing. She even screamed once. These sounds Draco didn't mind a bit. They were filled with lust. Nothing more. And he loved every minute of it.

He noticed that the Mudblood wouldn't look him in the eye. Draco wasn't sure if she did that on purpose, afraid to admit that she was enjoying what he was doing to her (they hated each other, after all), ashamed by her sluttiness, or if she just hadn't thought about looking at him; she was still very new to this. He supposed she would look him in the eye in the future. After they did this a few times over. After getting used to it.

All anyone ever needed to adjust to anything was time.

Her juices soaked through his trousers. He groaned under his breath, the scent of her overwhelming him. Draco crashed his lips to hers, and this time she welcomed his kiss with her tongue, entering his mouth with it.

He lay her onto the straw underneath him and began unbuckling his belt to let his throbbing cock out. It was so hard, so tight. It sprung out, lightly touching her thigh in the process. He stroked it some, spreading the precum that had formed at the tip to the length of him.

Draco caught her hands with his, pinning them to either side of her head. Threading their fingers together, he pushed his dick deep into her drenching, hot hole.

She gasped, arching her back, pressing her tits to his shirt. With a swift, skillful move, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, removing it. Her hard nipples against his bare chest only fed his fire.

He worked fast, grunting, pounding into her cunt, making her cry out. Her seeping juices tickled his balls, and he loved it. Her tits flew about to every hard thrust he made until he felt the beginning of his own orgasm, and he then slowed his movement to create a gap between their bodies, wanting to finger her clit.

"Cum to my touch," he growled into her ear. He nipped the skin at her jaw, rewarding the Mudblood for spreading her legs out for him after he had said that. "That's it," he purred. "Spread them nice and wide." His fingers moved quickly in circles and a moan escaped past the Mudblood's lips. Her hands touched his bare shoulders where she dug her fingers into his flesh, making him hiss out. Draco was sure she dug deep enough to make him bleed.

But he found it exciting. Worthwhile.

Granger went still, wailing out long and loud. The trickle of her hot fluids coated his dick, inviting him to proceed with his fucking. She dropped her hands to her sides, sighing in complete exhaustion. Her chest was heaving up and down. Her body occasionally jerked; effects of her latest orgasm.

Draco finished himself, needing only a few more thrusts before he was spilling his seed into her. He didn't remove himself right away, reminiscing over what had just happened. He assumed there was some sort of spell on her. Well, on both of them really, but her especially. Until the kiss, the Mudblood had made no sign that she was even remotely attracted to him.

But that kiss... It was too good to be true.

It was most likely a spell. One that had to do with their marriage. Given all that Blaise had said earlier, it was the only logical explanation that had made the Mudblood so slutty.

So, did it make their wives a willing and horny participant? Or was it something completely different? Draco had a hard time believing that the Dark Lord would even think about such a thing, as He got hard over brutally raping people.

Of course the Dark Lord had also expressed how 'fragile' the Mudblood was. Perhaps the Dark Lord didn't want His followers doing much damage to their wives, if any at all. It was emphasized that the Mudblood was Draco's wife not his slave, but it was hard to believe that the Dark Lord would think about such a spell that would make the wives willing. Much less go so far as wasting His time to add the effect to the marriage bond.

Draco looked down at Granger. She was staring at the ceiling above them, still trying to catch her breath. She made no move to do anything, not even to yell at him for what he had done to her.

Draco brushed a hand through her hair. He really needed to find something that would tame it. It was an ungodly mess. The simplest moment would cause a knot or tangle.

"I'd say you have earned your way out of this dungeon."

She blinked. Shame flushed across her face, as if his words had just made her realize what she had just done. He stood up and put his cock away, not wanting to scare her with it. As far as he knew, she hadn't even seen it—

Except for that one time...

He pursed his lips. He did not want to think about that terrifying event. That was in the past. And hopefully, it would stay in the past.

"I need a bath," she announced in a hoarse whisper. She cleared her throat, gathering up her courage and actually looking at him. Her face lacked emotion.

She didn't want him know how she felt. But Draco already knew, since her face had shown what she had been feeling only moments before. With time, she won't feel ashamed of herself. With time, maybe she'll enjoy it without the influence of a spell, like Draco had learned to do.

Least now Draco wouldn't have to force a potion down her bloody throat. Getting her to let him near her again to kiss her was going to be a difficult task though.

Course, there is always the Imperius Curse.

*/*

Hermione scrubbed her body, shivering in disgust. She cleaned the areas that Malfoy had touched with extra soap and extra scrubbing. Those places of her body ended up being bright red from the amount of pressure and friction she applied.

Even down there.

She knew it had been a spell. A charm more specifically. She couldn't say it was a curse per se, but it wasn't something she wanted to do again.

Even if it felt really, really good.

Hermione shuddered at her body's betrayal. At her mind's betrayal. The kiss had brought it on, making her act like some wild cat in heat.

She humped him...! She bloody rode him like a stripper! She kissed him! She... She... let him touch her in her most private of areas, and she enjoyed it! Every bit of it! She absolutely loved it!

And she wanted more...

But Hermione wasn't going to give in to it. It had been a spell. That's all. It wasn't truly how she felt, and even if it was, she couldn't allow herself to enjoy Malfoy's touch. He was a murderer, and he tortured people for fame and glory.

He was evil.

He had been so tender with her. So nice to her. Who would have thought that someone with such sweet lips could be so evil? She would have never thought Malfoy had such a side to him. It wasn't exactly sensitive, but he hadn't been cruel to her either.

Maybe if this was a different world, with a different beginning and ending, she could allow herself to give in to his passion. But she couldn't with the given circumstances.

Hermione was afraid of what she would become if she permitted herself to lust for him. Besides, she hated him, and he hated her. He may treat her decently in bed, but he treated her like dirt any other time.

Which made her think that Malfoy must had been charmed too, in order to look past her Mudblood status to be able to have sex with her.

In his own words, he found her too revolting and hideous to do such a thing with her.

*/*

He watched her as she slept, an activity he was beginning to do most every night. The Mudblood's soft snoring sent a slight smile spreading across his lips. It was kind of cute. Not annoying at all.

She did tend to toss and turn quite a bit, groaning in discomfort. When she would started this, Draco put her into a deep sleep. He didn't want her to wake up and get upset that he was watching her. She would probably think he was a bit creepy for doing that.

Maybe he was, but Draco didn't care. She was his wife, and he could watch her while she slept if he wanted.

The Mudblood was already accepting her new life in tiny steps. She had bathed as soon as he had brought her back up to her room. He could now smell the green apple fragrance on her. Cresty the house-elf had let him know that she had eaten her dinner of roast beef and potatoes with no arguments, thanking the house-elf for the meal.

"I told hers that it was yous who supplies her with foods, sir," Cresty had quickly added.

"Yes, I know, Cresty. I trust you enough to correct her."

"She says nothing when I tells her that, Master."

"No snarky remark?" Draco had been surprised to hear that.

The house-elf shook her head in an answer and smiled. He then dismissed her. Cresty bowed before she departed.

Draco crawled into bed next to the Mudblood, staring at her sleeping face. Her mouth was slightly open, breathing through it. Little puffs of air blew into his face. He closed his eyes, humming quietly.

He wanted to kiss her.

It seemed anytime he saw her anymore he was liking her more and more. He still hated that she was who she was, but he was caring less and less about it everyday.

He didn't care that it was a spell doing this to him. Why should he fight it? He had no choice in the matter either way. If it was part of the marriage bond, if this was what the Dark Lord wanted him to feel, there was nothing he could do. And since he was forced to marry the Mudblood, he figured it was better to accept it than fight it. Easier and safer at the very least.

It wasn't like she wouldn't make a good wife. Obviously, she was a good fuck. She'd make a good mother to his heirs (she was caring to little children, and valued manners— when it didn't concern people she hated). She was decent entertainment too; it didn't take much effort to annoy her, which amused him.

He just needed her to get used to the idea of her being married to him, and being the new Mrs. Malfoy.

It would be so simple— if it were any other bloody woman besides Hermione-fucking-Granger.

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Hermione could smell him. It had woken her up the next morning. He wasn't in her room but, for some reason, his scent was there. It was a clean one. Citrus and musky. She pressed her lips together, annoyed with herself for finding it lovely. She refrained from inhaling deeply to relish in the smell.

She rolled out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom where she was relieved to learn that it was not infected with the scent.

He must had just left the room. What had he been doing in there? Why would he even want to be near her?

Unless he, too, wanted a repeat of what happened the night before?

Hermione shook her head. No. She wouldn't. She couldn't. She shouldn't.

And why not? the other half of her mind argued. I'm going to be made to do it until I'm pregnant anyway, I may as well enjoy it.

It was so wrong though, and it was not really how she felt. So she was going to fight those feelings. They were not real.

Hermione could tell that it was going to be a challenge though, because the thought of last night's kiss lingered around her mind.

Involuntarily, she set her fingers up to her lips. They tingled to the touch. She closed her eyes, picturing Malfoy kissing her. Her hand fisted in frustration, and she let out a growl.

What kind of spell was this?!

She just had to get to a library before she lost all sense and control.

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"You're a woman, Tori. Help me!"

Astoria snorted. "Thanks for noticing that, Draco!"

Draco tossed his hands up. "That's not what I meant, and you know it! I don't know who else to go to! My mentor has never had a personal relationship, he's clueless when it comes to women, and Blaise... well... he doesn't exactly...woo… if you know what I mean..."

Astoria nodded. A baby lay in her arms. She rocked it and adjusted the blanket to tuck a loose arm under it. "Don't I know about him. He's a complete pig—"

"I know—"

"You're not really much better. Different, but no better. At least when it comes to girls you want to... mix with."

"Which is why I came to you," Draco said quietly. His eyes fell down to the small yellow bundle in her arms. "Whose child was that anyway?"

Astoria shrugged. "Could have belonged to a set of Muggleborns for all I know. The Dark Lord is taking no chances though. She's magical, and impure..."

Draco sighed and sat down in one of the Greengrass's elaborate chairs. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be," Astoria returned quickly. "I knew we could never be. You wanted to mate for—" She gave him a pointed look. "Your parents loved each other. You wanted that, and you didn't love me. That's okay, Draco. I do understand, which is why at one time I was interested in you."

Draco grunted and rested an ankle on his knee. "Not like any of that matters anymore!"

The baby in Astoria's arms was starting to stir awake and she shooshed it. "It obviously does, Draco. That's why you're here."

"I half expected you to curse me out. I thought you would be angry after hearing about who I had to marry."

She shrugged, bringing the infant up to her chest to pat its back. "After I was rendered useless to breed— which was the term the bastard used for me—"

"The Dark Lord?"

"No, the Tester. He literally broke the news to me in that matter: 'It seems you are as useless as your sister, Astoria.' That bugger didn't even have the respect to address me properly!"

Draco shot up from the chair. "Who said that?!" he demanded. "I'll teach him to respect you!"

Astoria rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Draco! I can handle myself! Don't you forget Goyle's bloody nose in fourth year!"

"Yes, but—"

"But nothing. What is it exactly that you need help with?" She changed the subject. By the stern tone she used, he was not to go further with the previous topic.

"She hates me," Draco informed in exasperation.

"And don't you hate her?"

"Well, yes... I mean... maybe..." He sighed, completely undecided on what he really felt about the Mudblood. "I used to hate her a lot. But I'm finding it harder to do each time I look at her. I can't help but to feel... different about her. To the point where it's beginning to drive me a little nutty."

"But you don't love her?"

"No," he said firmly. "I've seen love. What I am feeling is definitely not love."

"You're attracted to her then?"

Draco shut his eyes and rolled his neck around in circles. The image of her naked body appeared in his mind. The crotch of his pants immediately tightened. "Oh, yes," he answered huskily, quickly sitting back down to hide his sudden growth from his friend. The smirk on her face let him know that he hadn't been at all successful in hiding his feelings from her. "I'm afraid I am."

"I take it that you kissed her then?"

"Yes— Wait! You know about that?! How?!"

"Mmm, Longbottom and I have been talking—"

"Longbottom?!"

"Give me a break, Draco, I've been talking with him since the end of fifth year."

"Why?!"

"Because he's very sweet. Anyway, the girl he ended up with was more than willing. It surprised him—"

"I would have thought he would put up a fight with this whole marriage thing..."

Astoria frowned in disturbance. "No... He submitted when his grandmother's life was threatened..."

"Right. Well, that's what love gets you. Leverage for your enemies."

"I suppose so..." Astoria trailed off in a murmur. "He told me about the kissing charm," she said a moment later with a bit of longing in her voice. "It sounds rather lovely."

"It wasn't terrible," Draco admitted. "She even kissed me back."

"So you actually don't need help with wooing her. The kiss sounds like it's doing all the work for you."

"Tori, she's not going to let me near her now. She's embarrassed. She liked it just as much as I did, and I'd wager she's a little afraid."

"If I were in her shoes, I'd be afraid too. To end up liking a kiss from the man who you hate? Who hates you back? That's quite disturbing, Draco."

"Yes, it is... I just... I want her to trust me," he told Astoria. "How can I earn a woman's trust? How did I earn your trust, Tori?"

"Oh, now you know all that already. Don't be thick." The baby started fussing loudly then, taking her attention from Draco. "It's okay, baby girl. Mama has you, you're alright." She hugged the baby, pressing her cheek to it.

"You're really going to raise a Mudblood's baby?"

"He asked for volunteers to raise the small children. I've no other use, and I was lonely. Lyra fills a hole in my life."

"But all by yourself?"

"I've nothing better to do, I had no plans. My parents didn't raise me to do anything but—"

"Stay at home..." he duly finished for her. All these years he hadn't given it much thought until now. He knew the majority of the Pureblood women had no careers in their future, taught at a very young age the duties of being a wife and a mother. It depressed Draco a little, as Astoria had a lot of talent that she could put to use. She was a wonderful tutor, and could even teach students a subject in school.

"You're free to do what you want now. Maybe you could go to school and become a professor? Or a Healer?"

Astoria smiled at him, her eyes watered a little. "This is the side that you so deeply hide from a lot of people. You're kind, and you have the ability to respect people around you, not just your authority. Show your wife this side of Draco, and you may just win her heart, and if not that, at least you'll earn her respect."

"What about you?" he asked in concern. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to be the best mother that I can be to Lyra here."

"With no help? All alone? Tori, you should have some help...! A husband at the very least!"

Astoria shrugged. She looked away, blinking back a tear. "I'm... too damaged..."

"No, you're not!" He got out of the chair and set a hand onto her shoulder.

"No one wants me!" She made a loud stiff sniff before brushing his hand of her. "I'll be fine, Draco. Go home." She leaned forward, pecking his cheek ever so softly and turned away.

"Tori...!" He reached out, grabbing her forearm to stop her.

She looked back at him with swollen eyes, giving him a gentle smile. "Do for her what you would do for me if I were your wife. Her feelings for you will eventually change. Maybe even into the one thing you have wanted since you were old enough to make sense of it."

Review Responses:

Louie: Yeah, one hell of a kiss for sure!

GoblinKingDraco: Well, thank you! I write fluff, but I like angst better. Much better! Love your story, btw, and I'd like to read an evil Blaise in Dance Magic Dance.

angel_baby_10: Of course he was gonna, hehe! Samual should be fine, if Hermione minds her Qs.

wintercocis: Don't be sorry! Thanks for reviewing the other story. Did you like the second installment? Scorpius REALLY shows his colours then!

ariana: Who knows... We'll have to see.
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