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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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He watched her closely. The Mudblood had said nothing as he led her around the decorative garden that each lady of the Manor had added her own piece to, together creating a masterpiece throughout the years.
Draco couldn't quite read the expression on her face. She hadn't responded to what he had said when they had reached her designated piece. He was starting to think he really didn't know her as much as he had first assumed. This immensely disappointed him. His job as her husband was going to be challenging enough, given their past and true feelings of each other. But if he couldn't even predict her actions and thought process, how was he going succeed with showing her that he wasn't as bad as he could be— that she was lucky she had been chosen to be his?
He could be a lot worse… Sure he wasn't some sappy, romantic fellow that she had probably fantasized about marrying, but Malfoy men never were known for that anyway, she'd just have to accept the fact. And it wasn't like she was his fantasy of a wife— he had to accept that she was Mudblood, for Merlin's sake! She wasn't the only one who's life got fucked up with the Dark Lord's little arrangement.
And it wasn't just Draco and Granger this was affecting either. Many, many people had been forced into a marriage they didn't want. Some took it well, as he had learned from Astoria about Longbottom, but others… Well, according to Blaise, Goyle's Mudblood wife had already been sent to the hospital from an injury. With Goyle though, that may not mean much at all, since he was still incompetent with healing spells— he had had no interest learning to heal, only wanting to cause destruction.
Goyle was going to make a terrible father.
Draco himself decided that it was time to move on. Eventually, he was going to have children; they'd need a proper upbringing. So he spent the day informing Granger of her duties as the woman of the house rather than having to do it at the last minute, where she'd be completely clueless and weighted down with responsibilities.
"You'll have lots of time until the baby comes," he said after he assumed that she wasn't going to make any comment. They were standing at a grassy large patch of land. It was sectioned off with a black wrought-iron eight-foot-tall fence. There was a good acre or so of 'pastureland' for her to create whatever monument she pleased to mark her existence as the newest Lady Malfoy.
"Huh?" She came out of her daze, looking him in the eye. The colour had drained from her face. She scratched at her hand, glancing back out to the small field. The grass was still short since spring hadn't brought many sunny days just yet.
"The baby," he reminded her. "The entire reason for us fucking every night— when he comes, I expect you to dedicate most, if not all, of your time nurturing him; you'll be his mother after all, that's your job."
Again, she didn't respond. He didn't think she suddenly mastered hiding her reactions. She was a Gryffindor; most couldn't control their feelings. He knew she specifically couldn't— past experiences with her proved this.
Which meant she hadn't been paying any attention to him. None of this was sinking in. Draco was beginning to doubt she had even absorbed a word he had said. He pursed his lips in annoyance. She was probably too bloody worried about their upcoming dinner that evening.
This had been a complete waste of his time…! Merlin, she was going to make such a worthless wife— how could the Dark Lord think any differently?!
He took her by the arm, leading her back up toward the Manor. His fingers dug into her skin, making her cry out and tug from him. He released her instantly, commanding her to follow him.
By the time he made it back to the Manor's back entrance, Granger's steps had fallen greatly behind him. He waited impatiently for her, scowling at her, noticing that she was wincing with each step that she took.
"What's wrong with you?!" he demanded, irritated that she hadn't at all said anything about her pain.
Granger stopped next to him and set her hand up against a pillar, leaning into it for balance before she swung her leg up to her knee, slipping off a shoe. It hit the ground with a clunk.
"My feet…" she went to explain, but stopped to hiss in pain.
Draco's nose wrinkled when Granger moved the hem of her dress out of the way, exposing her foot. There were a couple of holes in her panty hose where ugly blisters had formed from the friction of her walking.
"Is your other also like that?"
Granger gave him a quick nod, placing her foot to the ground, pressing her lips together. She leaned to the opposite side now, breathing hard, and took off the other shoe, also letting that one drop wherever without a care in the world. She massaged a sore-but-not-yet-blistered spot, slightly groaning.
"Why didn't you alert me of this when it was first bothering you?!"
"As if you ruddy care at all about me!" Granger muttered.
Her snatched her wrist and pulled her inside the Manor, making her yelp from the sudden movement and the inability to favour the tender spots on her foot.
"The next time you have an issue, you will immediately tell me of it!" he scolded her.
He was bound to squash her pathetic, useless pride! He was a wizard; he could heal such trivial problems away! And if she was so fucking smart as everyone had always said she was, she should know that early treatment is a necessity; so why would she wait until her wounds were just about to bleed— when she was about literally crying from the pain?! If she supposedly had so much fucking pride, she'd not wait until she was in so much fucking agony, becoming a blubbering baby about it— what did that prove?!
No! She wasn't going to do that anymore! Not around Draco! She was not going to make him look bad and neglectful!
He pushed her into a sofa that was in the entry room, pressing a hand to her chest when she went to get up. "Stay!" he growled. "I mean it, Mudblood; don't get up!"
She shoved his hand away. "I'm not going to do what you tell me!" she hissed in anger. "I'm not going to listen—"
He tuned her out, leaning over to his right to pull the footrest near him to sit on. He took out his wand, gripping onto an ankle of hers.
She yanked it out of his hand. "Don't touch me!" she demanded, kicking him in the shoulder with her other foot, too angry to notice the pain.
Damn fucking bint! Could she not see that he was trying to help her?! He had been right to think that she hadn't 'suddenly' learned to control her emotions!
Draco gripped her foot, purposely digging his fingers into her sores, inflicting pain. She screamed out, trying to wither from his hold.
"Let me look at it, you stupid bitch!"
Of course she wouldn't listen to him. She was too stubborn to even know what was best for her!
He stilled her with a spell. The room also went peacefully silent, as her vocal cords had been silenced.
With another spell, Draco positioned Granger where he could easily look over her injuries, leaning her low into the couch, with her ass at the edge of the cushion and her feet set into his lap.
He didn't speak to her, too inclined to get this out of the way and then send her up to her room where she could cool off.
A few simple casts later, he stroked one of her smooth feet, satisfied with his work. No blisters or redness, no signs of any sort of injury. He looked up at her face without pausing the movement of his hand, brushing it along the arch of her foot.
She was in a very vulnerable position, he noted, with her feet on either side of his hips. All he would have to do was crept forward and nestle himself between her legs. She'd not be able to do anything about it, stuck under his spell.
His hands moved up to her thighs, skimming the skin under her dress. Draco was grateful that she had picked one of the looser styles. He inched closer to her, molding their bodies together. His dick grew at least twice its size, feeling the heat of her pussy pressing against him— even through his clothing and her panty hose and knickers.
She was so fucking hot with need. He could fuck her. Here. Now. His breathing quickened at the thought. He settled himself on top of her, bringing a hand up to her now blushing face.
She was hot for him…
All he would have to do was—
He lowered her face down to hers, staring at her intently, wishing he knew what she was thinking. Merlin…! Her face was… beautiful! He touched her cheek with his bottom lip, grazing it against her heavenly smelling surface before flicking out his tongue to kiss her with it.
He shuddered, not yet over how shockingly great she tasted.
If our lips touched, we could have fun… That's all that would need to be done…! The spell would take care of the rest...!
Draco abruptly took her face into his hands, looking her in the eye, finding that they were glowing with absolute arousal.
He closed his eyes and made to touch her lips with his. But they never connected, the only thing that did was her hand to his cheek, creating a sharp noise, followed by a stinging pain. Granger spouted a series of curse words he never even had considered her capable of saying until now.
"You slimy, disgusting piece of fucking shit!"
She knocked Draco to the ground, where he clutched his hands to his balls, groaning out in pain from her kicking of them.
In the slit of his eyes, he dejectedly watched her stalk out of the room; her beautiful, wild, flowing hair flying behind her, matching her mood entirely.
He grit his teeth, grounding them out in frustration. He knew he hadn't mistaken her lust-filled eyes.
Fucking Gryffindor bitch. Fuck you and your bloody pride!
He rose up, weak from her abuse, sitting on the footrest. Had she broken my spell? he wondered suddenly. His spells didn't usually wear off so fast…
His eyes widened in realization. He glanced at the pathway she had disappeared into, swiping his tongue along his lips, still tasting her on them. He sucked on them, deep in thought.
If she was able to break his binding spell it would certainly explain how she had escaped those few times when he and Blaise had tried to get her back.
He could break through binding spells himself, even knowing exactly how strong one was from each person— though some strong casters like himself would throw weak ones just to distract the opponents, though very few could master the art of breaking through them, especially the stronger ones. Only true fighters could master this.
It couldn't just be luck though: now that he thought about it, she had done it numerous of times with him, and once with Blaise's binding.
Now he'd have to test this on her. Next time, he'd cast a stronger binding spell and secretly time her on it. Draco would need to know what she was capable of, after all. He certainly didn't need any surprises.
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Hermione paused in her steps, bending over, taking deep breaths. Her pulse was racing, her stomach was sick. She wanted to turn around, go back to him, and tell him to continue what he had tried starting.
She swallowed several times, growing dizzy from his lingering smell.
Oh, God, it's consuming me!
She had to find a cure, it wouldn't be long before she'd not be able to fight it!
She leaned up against the wall, pressing a hand to her head. It was damp with sweat. She felt like crying, confused between what the spell was forcing her to feel and the true feelings hidden deep inside her.
She set her head against the stone wall, focusing on the coolness on it, hoping it would take care of her nausea.
Moments later, after several more deep breaths, she gently pushed herself from the wall, setting her jaw in determination. She had expected Malfoy to chase after her and attack her, perhaps even punish her for striking him, but he hadn't.
His behaviour was perturbing. Today especially. He gave her clothes, let her out of her prison, let her outside, treating her like… like…
No.
She was not going to think that. He was still horrible to her, making threats to her, and most importantly, he was abusive. Real men— real husbands— didn't do those things.
But he had healed her. He had also looked at her as if he would simply die if he was to look away. As if… As if…
That wasn't even possible! Like he would consider her worthy at all! Draco Malfoy love her?!
Ha!
What an awful spell to cast onto someone.
He was losing control too. It scared her, because if she hadn't had the needed control, he would have followed through with his intentions. And if he had been able to kiss her completely, she would have lost all her logical senses too.
She shivered at the memory of the feeling of his lips and tongue tasting her. He enjoyed the taste of her— and she had immensely loved that he had done it!
Merlin's ruddy beard! Hermione just had to break this terrible spell!
She halted her walking, listening for him; for anything, but all was quiet except for her breathing.
Why hadn't he locked her back up? He couldn't possibly trust that she'd not run off again, could he? She all but told him that she would when she had the chance again.
But until she could save Samuel, that chance was not there.
There was one thing she could do though, if he wasn't going to confine her into a locked suite, and that was search for the library. Hermione knew Malfoy must have one somewhere in his huge Manor. Hopefully, she had time to look for it without him discovering of her plan.
She walked on for a while, opening each door she came across (some Hermione had to magically unlock, which she was able to do with little trouble). None of them opened into any sort of library though. Many were just unused furnished rooms. Some even had cloth covers over the furniture to prevent dust from clinging to them.
"Are you lost, perhaps?" a slow, quiet voice startled Hermione, making her jump.
Severus Snape was standing up the hall in front of her, awaiting for Hermione to answer him.
"I think so," she lied. "I'm trying to find my suite."
Snape sidestepped elegantly and pointed ahead of him. "There is a staircase up on the right. Take it to the fourth floor, your room is the second on the left."
"Thank you," she said politely, forcing a smile.
She'd have to look for the library later.
"I suppose if you're looking for something specific, you may just have better luck asking your husband for it," he said after she had passed him.
She paused long enough to turn her head and meet his eyes with a cold look before continuing on.
When she returned to her room, Hermione stopped at the doorway, seeing Malfoy lounging in the desk chair. "There you are; I was about to send Bobby to fetch you. We need to get ready for the dinner party."
Hermione stiffened, glancing at the elf who eagerly held the magnificent dress that Malfoy had gotten her, ready to help her dress.
"I'm not going," she said firmly, bringing her eyes back to Malfoy.
"You have a choice, Mudblood, either you cooperate, or your don't—" He shrugged. "Doesn't matter much to me, but if I have to assist you, you better expect me to reward myself for my trouble." Malfoy raised eyebrows suggestively and stood up, pulling out his wand, pointing it at her. "What will it be?" he asked tauntingly.
"Fine," she seethed, stalking to Bobby and snatching the dress from her.
"Aww, what a pity, I was hoping to get a quickie before dinner!" He was behind her before she even noticed that he had moved, pulling her hair from a shoulder.
Hermione caught her breath, putting space between them. She set a hand to her fluttering stomach, watching him closely.
"Look at you trying to fight your sexual desires," Malfoy purred.
"I said I'll get dressed on my own!" she told him, heaving a deep breath. She was starting to shake, losing energy. There was only so much fighting she could do.
Hastily, she turned from him, running into the bathroom.
"Make sure you bathe, wife!" she heard him call after her.
In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, forcing herself to keep the tears at bay. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle this for much longer.
"Bobby is sorry, miss," the house elf said behind her, gently tugging on the dress she wore. "Bobby isn't supposed to talk about her private life, but Miss should know that Bobby knows what Miss is going throughs. Bobby is forced to breed with mate she don't love too."
Hermione turned from her reflection of the mirror, looking down at the house elf in awe.
Bobby nodded in confirmation. "My mate is not so gentle as yours is… Mine does not care if he hurts me..."
"Oh, Bobby," Hermione gasped in sympathy."Oh, how awful! Why?!"
"Why else, miss?" Bobby said hollowly. "For money…"
Hermione forgot all about her own problems then, kneeling down to the elf, embracing her into a hug.
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The dress looked wonderful on her; she actually looked better than he had imagined. He had the best looking Mudblood wife, Draco now realized. Everyone was going to be jealous of him.
Good. I deserve it.
He grinned, wrapping her arm around his affectionately, tapping her forearm, not failing to notice the tiny hairs on her arms stood straight up, creating goose pimples.
Oh, he would have trouble keeping his cool for another two hours, but the wait would be worth it.
"Love the dress," he whispered in her ear after he had apparated to the Greenglass estate. "But I'll love it even more when I've removed it from your luscious body once we get back to the Manor."
Her face flushed from red to pale white, as she went through those thoughts in her head— definitely flooding with explicit ones.
Draco chuckled, satisfied with her response. He set an open mouthed kiss to her neck before leading her up the walk path of Astoria's home.
Reviews Responses:
I am amazed at houw polite and nice you people are, thank you, kind readers. **hearts**
angel_baby_10: Well, since Hermione doesn't know what he's thinking, she wouldn't know what to think about his thoughts. But scared, yes, scared.
veela916: Yep... he's going in deep now.
wintercocis: I wanted a Dramione that would be as close to their original personalities as I could get them. I am glad people think that I am doing a good job with this. :)
De Noir Fan: It's so hard to write now-a-days, lol! I am sorry, I sure wish I could write faster!
Koi: Yes, the both of them are totally confused-- thanks to that bloody spell. I am happy to know you think Hermione is in character; this has been my purpose of the story.
Anna: Awww, how sweet you are, thank you!
jen7: Ahaha, those two are in for a run, for sure! And Blaise...? Oh... yes.. Blaise.. **nods with a grin** Already had that in mind!
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