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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70413 -:- 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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Hermione made a decision. She was going to search the library. Malfoy's library specifically. She was sure he had one, anyone with as much wealth as he had would have one, and the Malfoys were not known for being dumb. They'd need a place to store their expensive literature.

The problem was she didn't know where it was, and it wasn't like he was going to grant her permission to go there. Hermione also wasn't willing to ask, because even if he allowed her access to the library, he'd want something out of it in return, though, she wasn't quite sure what he would actually want from her, besides maybe making her do something to simply humiliate her, which Malfoy was likely to end up enforcing on her eventually anyway.

So she created a plan: She'd wait for him to come in and then she'd attack him, and immobilize him, so she could run off to find the mountain of books he owned. He'd be angry with her, but that wouldn't be different than any other time spent with him.

This was going to be worth the punishment.

But Hermione couldn't do that now. She had to learn a few things first. Malfoy was a creature of habit, or so she learned from those few days in his disgusting dungeon. He had a schedule and he stuck to it, and she needed to study it. He 'visited' her twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. All visits were done to prod her, poke at her, and remind her of her place, but he also had potions he forced her to take too. The same potions he had given her when he had met up with her in America. Hermione could only guess that they were nutrition potions— they smelled extremely herby. One was likely a fertility enhancer.

Hermione shuddered at the thought of having Malfoy's baby. It was still confusing as to why she was supposed to be doing this at all. Why would Voldemort do such a thing, after starting the war against Muggles and Muggleborns? Something must have happened between then and now. Maybe there wasn't hardly any Pureblood women anymore, though, if that was the case, Malfoy would still have his pick of the remaining, wouldn't he? His 'prestige' bloodline went further back than anyones.

Whatever was the reason, it didn't necessarily matter. Hermione had 'agreed' to be his wife to protect Samual, if she crossed a line with Malfoy, he would definitely tell his friend to torture her little boy. That couldn't happen.

But she'd find a way to get both of them out of this horrible lifestyle. She was just going to have to be sneaky about it. She could fool him easily.

At 6:15 pm, Hermione made a mental note as a house elf arrived. The house elves at Malfoy Manor all wore the same style looking pillow case (white with a patch of the family's crest on the left side of the chest), and most of them were similar in appearances. Two of them Hermione could only tell the difference between their voices and their voices alone. One was female, speaking more soft, and the other was male (his voice was quite a bit higher than the elf that looked like him). Maybe they were identical twins, Hermione never knew which was which until they spoke, as they even acted like the other. Their left big toe twitched every so few seconds, and their heads would tilt right before they asked you a question.

The one that came on this night held a package that was at least the size of he/she. It was messily wrapped with brown paper. A large red ribbon secured it together tightly.

"The Master has presented the Mistress with a gift!" It was the girl one. Bobby was her name. Bobby smiled widely. "Come see, Mistress! You will likes it!"

Curiosity burned through Hermione's veins as she watched the elf trot to the bedroom part of the suite. Malfoy was giving her something? Something nice? That was a bit too far-fetched to believe.

The gift was set on the bed and Bobby looked at Hermione, anticipation set in those big, round eyes. The elf acted like she was the one who had given her the gift. "Go on and opens it, Mistress!" she urged, rocking on the balls of her feet.

The gift couldn't be horrible, if a house elf was going to get excited over Hermione unwrapping it. Hermione didn't take any of the elves here at the Manor to be sinister— which was hard to grasp, giving Malfoy's personality.

Hermione wasn't sure what to think. So many questions flooded her mind and none of them she had any answers to. She wanted to open it, just to see what it was, but didn't want to accept the gift either— she couldn't be bought! But it wasn't like Malfoy was trying to buy her anyway. He wanted nothing to do with her, so once again, she found herself asking why he would give her something, and what in the world could that something be.

She eyed it over, several feet away. If she had to guess, it was some sort of cloth material, such as a piece of clothing or a blanket.

What in the world could it be?

Curiosity won. She couldn't help herself. She had never considered Malfoy to be a gifter, but then she had never had the chance to think of it before now.

Slowly, she pulled at the ribbon, untying it from the package. She set it on the bed beside the gift and proceeded further. Bobby stood near her, making audible noises as she watched Hermione excitedly.

The wrapping was removed, revealing what it had been hiding, Hermione stared down at a piece of yellow fabric. She didn't know what it was just yet as it was folded neatly without a wrinkle in sight, but by the looks of it alone, it was beautiful.

Hermione touched it. It was the silkiest material she had ever felt in her entire life. She found that it was hard to pull her hand away from it. She took it from where it lay on the bed and unfolded it, discovering that it was a dress.

She was speechless. A dress. Malfoy had given her a dress. A dress that must have cost a fortune too. It had shimmering clear crystals embedded into it, making the entire dress shimmer when the light hit it, reminding Hermione more of fairy dust than anything. The sleeves were sheer, and went all the way down to the wrist. She simply adored the neckline, since it was high up, allowing the wearer some decency, unlike most dresses these days that showed all but the woman's nipples of her breasts.

"It's nice dress, right, Mistress?" Bobby asked, waiting for a verbal response.

Hermione swallowed hard. It was a very nice dress. She absolutely loved it, and deeply wanted to slip it on to see if it fit to her body, but she didn't believe it didn't come with strings attached, and she had no idea what Malfoy was playing at.

She did know one thing though, and that was that she wasn't going to play this game. Not one single turn of it. With her eyes closed, Hermione reluctantly balled it up in her hands and tossed it back on the bed.

"I cannot accept this, Bobby," she announced grimly. She went back into the sitting room of the suite, knowing that she'd have second thoughts if she laid her eyes on that beautiful piece of work.

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"What kind of woman refuses that?!" Draco demanded out in disbelief.

"Oh, but Master," Bobby squeaked. "She did like it! I promise you that, sir! I can tells by her face!"

For a split moment, Draco found himself smirking. He trusted Bobby to notice things, she was his most compassionate elf he owned, and she read expressions better than he could. And that meant that he had been right in picking that specific dress for Granger. He had chosen the colour yellow for something bright and less dingy in her little world, where she was surrounded by emotional darkness. The crystal gems gave the garment a mystical feel, something Draco thought Granger would appreciate. And then there was the whole modesty of the dress. Granger respected her body (obviously, since she had still been a virgin at the age of twenty-one, which was rare in a woman who was not Pureblood these days). He had been so sure that she'd like that the dress revealed nothing except the delicious curves of her body.

His smirk faded quickly though, bitterness suppressing the naughty thoughts of her sexy body.

She had refused his gift. He wasn't surprised by it. The Mudblood was a heinous bitch who didn't have a clue when someone was trying to be decent to her. Really, he didn't even know why he tried. He knew she would react this way, but he had hoped that... that maybe...

He shook his head. He was crazy to think she'd even bother forgiving him. She'd see nothing but evil in him, and it wasn't like he could blame her. In her eyes, he was the devil.

He could not help how he had been brought up. He did what he had to to survive. Nothing more.

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Dinner came and went. Malfoy had yet to come by, which was strange, as Bobby had gravely warned Hermione that he would be very angry with her for rejecting his gift. She had shrugged the warning off as Malfoy didn't show any other emotion toward her than anger anyway.

Unless he was under that kissing spell.

Hermione dug her nails into her thighs and cursed herself under her breath for letting her thoughts wander in that direction. She grunted in annoyance, focusing her mind elsewhere.

It worked for maybe two minutes at the most, but it also didn't help that Malfoy had chosen that time to finally make an appearance. Her eyes immediately flew to the door as it clicked open and he cautiously stepped in with his wand out, as if expecting her to attack him.

Finding her seated at the desk, he stuffed his wand up the sleeve of his shirt and shut the door behind him. It made another loud click, locking with a spell.

Hermione's lips twitched. He was incredibly good looking, even if all he dressed in was black and dark grey suits. It made his pale skin seem more pale than it was, and his near white hair stick out like a sore thumb, but it also brought out his stormy eyes and pink lips.

He wore an unreadable blank expression, which slightly confused her, since she had expected him to arrive angry, but she didn't care either way, finding him sexy, standing there as he looked at her.

When Malfoy's eyebrows raised high up to his hairline Hermione couldn't look at him any longer. Had he expected her to say something? Or was she...

No, she wasn't drooling. Not physically anyway. But Merlin she was in trouble, and she had to break that bloody spell before she did something stupid.

"I asked you a question, Granger," he said evenly. "I would like an answer."

She had missed what he had asked. Hopefully, that was why he had looked at her the way he had and not because he had noticed that she had been goggling at him.

"I wasn't listening," Hermione told him stiffly. She wouldn't look at him. She wasn't sure how long she could stay sane with him just a mere ten feet from her. She clenched her hands at her knees, gripping the fabric of her bathrobes into her fists.

Malfoy's footsteps approached her, and she set her jaw, waiting for him to smack her or pull at her hair, but he didn't touch her. He bent down to her level behind her, breathing against the side of her neck, making her swallow hard. She could smell him now. The scent of him sent shivers down her body.

He spoke, but once again, she had not heard him, or rather she could not pay his words any attention. She shut her eyes tightly in an effort to concentrate on what he was saying instead of the naughty things she wanted to do with him.

"You aren't listening to me, are you?"

"Huh?" she managed to slip out something. Unfortunately, it sounded more like a moan than anything.

Hermione felt him stand up straight. She instantly took a deep breath, and bolted from the chair, putting distance between them. She put a hand to her face, covering her eyes, heavily embarrassed with herself.

Hermione looked up, when she heard Malfoy sigh. "I would have thought you would want out of those bathrobes." He was looking at the seam of her bathrobes.

Hermione huffed, pulling the sides together, covering up her exposed body. "I know it's likely very hard for you to do since you're so utterly barbaric, but I'd have expected you to have more manners than to stare at me as if you've never seen a naked woman before!"

Malfoy's eyes met hers, and she would had sworn she saw him smile, but if he had, it was so quick, that she could second guess it.

"Well, my wife, it's time for our nightly one-on-one. I'm going to let you pick how we do it tonight; do you wish to submit to me willingly, or would you rather be drugged? I do say, the kiss is a lovely way to get things started, but your absolute submission would be a great change in pace."

Hermione shook her head and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to do anything with you willing, Malfoy, especially that!"

He sighed again. "Very well." He pulled his wand back out of his shirt and pointed it at her. "I guess I'll have to let Blaise know that you've refused to bed me willingly— the nit's going to love what he has in store for him."

"Wait...!" Hermione gasped, holding at her hands, trying to stop him from casting whatever was on his mind.

"Yes?" Malfoy prompted. His lips spread out into a tiny grin, and she knew she had done exactly what he had wanted (and expected) her to do.

Did she have any other choice though? Hermione didn't even want to think about what Zabini would do to little Samual. He had said anything that she refused to do for Malfoy he'd make Samual do. The thought made her want to hurl.

Hermione shut her eyes, hiding the tears that were beginning to form. "Alright then, Malfoy, I'll do so willingly," she grimly said as steadily as she could.

At least until I can find a way out of this retched place, away from you, and your disgusting friends, and master.

AN: I'm really bad about updating here. They took off the 'add chapter' link at the story, which is usually how I updated, so that's annoying. Wish sites wouldn't mess with shit. It was fine before (imo). So yeah... anyway... Unto:

Review Responses:

wintercocis: It's so weird when people tell me that my writing is 'well written'. I'm baffled, heh.

De Noir fan: Ha, glad you liked them. Sorry this one was short. I'm going to start the next one soon. Takes a certain mood to write dark fics.

Refictionista: You shouldn't be sorry for a 'late' review. Take your time. No need to stress over it. As for the kiss, the effect it lingers, but it has the most strength while they are kissing.

GoblinKingDraco: The Pureblood women do have the short end of the stick in this one... Everyone thinks Hermione should be some God character, I just like a bit of 'normalcy' when it comes to writing characters.I'm totally looking forward to reading your evil Blaise. I haven't been here in a while, been writing fluff, and hanging out with some internet friends, preparing them for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition at ff.net that's about to start.

Koi: Ha, thank you. Nice name, btw.

Ash: There are moments in my life where I must write very dark stuff. I hear many writers are this way. I've heard that it's a way to keep us sane, as we're a ticking time bomb. You know... Stephen King... my aunt says she believes he would have done terrible things if he didn't write what he did. *shrugs* I can't really agree, since I'm a faily decent person, and I can write pretty dark stuff, but I'm open minded about it, I guess.

DragonMeddler: Well, I believe you left the review yesterday, I kinda forgot to upload this chapter. I apologize. I always update at AO4, but keep in mind that it will contain more errors, as I use that as my 'testing' source.
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