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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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"Hi." Malfoy was greeted by Astoria Greengrass who pulled him into a hug. "You look good."
"I am," he simply said, following her in after she had released him, escorting Hermione in with him. "And you?"
"Oh, wonderful! It's been awhile since I've hosted a get together, so I'm a little excited."
"Who's all coming?"
The woman shifted her eyes toward a spot in the room. Hermione's eyes followed, where they settled on a pink bassinet in the corner.
"What are you up to?" Malfoy asked, immediately suspicious, causing Hermione's attention to turn back to the couple she stood near.
"Nothing," Greengrass said, failing at sounding innocent.
"Uh-huh," Malfoy said in doubt, eyeing her over. "I'm not going to regret coming over, am I?"
"Certainly not!" She laughed. "I had Crusty make your favourite dish!"
Malfoy's lips spread out into a welcoming smile. "Wonderful! It's been a while since I had chicken and roasted vegetables Greengrass style."
"You can sweet talk all you want, mister, but you aren't getting the recipe from me!"
Malfoy pouted. "Come on, Tori!"
"No," she said firmly, though she smiled and gestured them to come further into the home. "And how are you, Grang—" she stopped herself from finishing, looking from Hermione to Malfoy, expecting one of them to correct her.
"I still call her Granger," Malfoy told her with a shrug.
"Yes, I'd rather not have Malfoy connected to my name at all, if you please," Hermione snipped, purposely not meeting Malfoy's eyes.
Astoria whistled under her breath. "Not good then?" she asked, directing her question more to Malfoy than to Hermione.
"I suppose you'd think the same if you had been forced into marriage with him."
Malfoy smirked, amused with her, for whatever reason. Hermione glared at his smug look. "If only you knew," he told her cockily, shifting his eyes toward Greengrass.
"Oh, Draco, that's history," Greengrass huffed, rolling her eyes. "I'll have you know that I took your advice—" A baby's sudden wail cut her off. She turned on her heel quickly, hurrying to the bassinet to soothe the baby's cries.
"My advice?" Malfoy inquired when the baby had quieted down, seemingly liking her gentle bouncing of it.
"For a husband— or rather... a partner more like."
"Oh?" Malfoy sounded surprised.
Greengrass began to pace with the baby in her arms; Hermione noted that she appeared to be keeping her back to Malfoy. "Yes, I've been seeing someone."
"Whom? Aren't all the Purebloods taken— Oh, did you find yourself a Halfblood?"
Astoria giggled. "No, he's not a Halfblood!"
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest. "Whom is it, Tori?" he asked without any humour to his tone. "You're avoiding from answering the question for a reason—" He gasped suddenly. "You're not seeing a Mudblood, are you?!" he hissed in disbelief.
"And if she was, what would it mean to you?" Hermione cut in before Greengrass could answer. "You're married to one yourself. Bit of a double-standard, don't you think?"
"Quiet!" Malfoy barked at Hermione, narrowing his eyes at her. "This concerns you none!"
"It doesn't really concern you either, Malfoy. You're a married man. What she does with her personal life—" Malfoy withdrew his wand, silencing Hermione from saying anything further.
"Oh, don't do that, Draco," Greengrass scolded him. "You know she's right."
"It's still not her business!"
"He's not a Muggleborn; or even a Muggle before you even think of that too." Here Malfoy visibly shuddered.
Hermione smacked at Malfoy, giving him a dirty look. 'Unsilence me, you creep!' she told him with her eyes.
"Hit me again, and I'll glue your hands to your sides," he warned her simply, turning his attention back to his Slytherin friend. "Tori?" he prompted.
"Longbottom," Astoria finally admitted, busying herself with the baby.
Both Malfoy and Hermione's eyes widened.
Neville is alive?!
"Longbottom? The Longbottom?!"
"Yes, Neville Longbottom." Greengrass laughed at Malfoy's dropped jaw. "A bug's going to crawl into there and lay eggs."
"He's married, Tori. You can't—! It's against the law—!"
"Actually, it's not," Greengrass informed him smugly. "It's against the law to fool around with a married woman. I'm not married, and he's no woman."
"If the Dark Lord ever finds out—"
"He already knows."
"And he approves?"
Greengrass shrugged. "I was told so long as Longbottom doesn't fail his duty of impregnating his wife, that he didn't care what we do in the privacy of our homes."
So, Draco wasn't the only one forced into a marriage to make babies… And from Astoria's words, she just learned that the Slytherin Pureblood wasn't married. Why hadn't she been forced into a marriage too? Had she been married and then divorced? She did have a baby...
'But also... what of Neville's wife...? How does she feel about Neville cheating on her- does she even know?' Hermione thought. 'Why would he cheat on her? That seems out of character for him.'
Hermione couldn't help to think of poor Neville who had to do the same as Malfoy did every night. Malfoy was used to being a prick, but Neville had always been so sweet. He wasn't full of himself, and he certainly wouldn't threaten his wife into submission. He probably had sat his assigned wife down and explained what he had to do, ensuring that she knew he had no choice— Voldemort would make them do it, as violently as he wanted, just as Hermione learned herself.
Why couldn't Hermione have ended up with Neville? Or some other kind, decent, wizard who wasn't a pathetic Death Eater? Why did it have to be Malfoy?!
Because Voldemort knew who his supporters had been; he'd not be stupid enough to put two people who fought against him in the war together— they'd likely form a rebellion, or die trying.
Hermione's heart clenched, desperately wanting to see a friend from school. How many more had survived? Would Neville know?
A soft tune played suddenly, breaking off Hermione's train of thought. It was an announcement that someone had arrived. A magical equivalent to a Muggle's doorbell.
Greengrass rushed off to meet them at the door.
"Nutty woman," Malfoy muttered when she was gone.
"Neville's a gentleman, unlike certain people I know," Hermione quipped. The silencer spell had finally faded.
"His wife probably respects him."
"Maybe she doesn't; he is cheating on her. Respect is earned."
She stood in her place as Malfoy made to approach her, his jaw clenched. "Don't make a scene," she teased him in sarcasm. "It wouldn't be proper to create a scene at your friend's party, would it?"
Malfoy reached up, and Hermione had to refrain from wincing, thinking he was going to hit her. Instead, he cupped the side of her neck with his hand. He leaned forward, touching his lips to her jaw line. Hermione cocked her head, pulling from him.
His hand gripped her tightly. She sucked in a breath, scowling at him. "Remove your hand, Malfoy," she said warningly.
He moved it, grasping onto a handful of her hair, tugging on it to tilt her face up to his. Their noses were practically touching. His eyes were staring at her intently, as if searching deep within hers for something. He delicately set his lips to her forehead, allowing them to just slightly brush against her as he whispered, "Respect can also be learned through fear too." It was eerily said, strictly done for effect, successful at sending a shiver throughout her body.
Hermione twisted from his hold, feeling a heat flush across her entire body. Her heart thudded wildly. There was an ache between her legs. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, focusing on her hate for him.
"That's not respect," she growled. "That's the product of being bullied!"
"Whatever it is, it works," Malfoy said arrogantly.
"Not with me."
"We shall see."
"Try it, Malfoy; see where it gets you."
He chuckled. "I intend to."
"He's here!" Greengrass practically cheered. A gasp erupted from Hermione when she looked up, seeing the once-boy-turned-man at the entry of the room, holding Greengrass's hand.
"Neville!" Her voice cracked, as tears flooded her eyes, blurring them. Before she knew it, she was running to him, hugging him, crying into his chest, so happy to see at least one person she loved was still standing among the living.
His arms wrapped around her. "Hermione!" he choked, emotion also affecting his ability to speak clear.
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Draco stiffened at the sight of his wife hugging Longbottom. His insides turned cold. He balled his fists at his sides. How dare he?! How dare she?!
"Draco," Astoria made to speak with him when he stalked over to the Gryffindors, but he pushed her aside, and snatched his wife's upper arm, yanking her from Longbottom. "Get your blood-traitoring hands off my wife!" he snarled, drawing his wand out, preparing to burn Longbottom's face off. Granger shrieked as Draco's hand tightened his hold on her when she made to escape from his grip.
"You're hurting her!" Longbottom alerted him, pulling at his own wand.
"Oh, please don't fight!" Astoria pleaded, setting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "He wasn't trying to kiss Granger or anything, Draco. They're just friends, remember? Nothing more than you and I—"
"You fancied me," Draco pointed out, curling his lip up at Longbottom. The man didn't attack though, shifting his eyes from Granger and Draco.
"Let her go. We can talk. There's nothing between Hermione and I— I never liked Hermione more than a friend."
"See, Draco?" Astoria slid her hand down his arm until it was on top of Draco's wand. "They're just old friends."
"Do not touch her again," Draco drawled darkly. He didn't have to apply anything more to the threat; there were a few moments of silence that followed it. He knew his words had frightened them all, even Astoria, who knew he had a soft part to him. It was a serious talent Draco had learned from his father, finally putting it to use.
Longbottom nodded, acknowledging the threat. "I'd not want to upset you nor your Master, Malfoy," he said politely, but he didn't lower his wand and probably wouldn't until Draco would his own.
"Do not talk to her. Do not look at her, hell, don't even think about her."
Draco turned abruptly from Longbottom, and wrapped his arms around Granger, breathing in her glorious scent, relishing over how whole her body felt against his. She was his. His alone. No one but himself was allowed to touch her. No one.
Granger squirmed from his hold, elbowing him in his gut, issuing a pain, knocking him out of the trance he had gotten himself into from thinking of her. "I hate you," she hissed when she was a few steps away. She wiped tears from her eyes and darted out of the room.
"You must understand where she's coming from, Draco" Astoria tried explaining the situation. "The world as she knows it no longer exists."
"No one is to touch her— especially anyone from the losing side. Not unless I permit it. If anything happens to her..." he trailed off, narrowing his eyes at the place she had disappeared from. "They'll answer to me."
The chill in the air was broken off by another cheerful ring of Astoria's bell. "That'll be Theo," she announced. "Try not to murder each other..." she said to Draco and Longbottom.
"You've accepted the spell," Longbottom spoke up when Astoria was gone. "You're in too deep, Malfoy. If you don't want her hurt— if you want her to like you— you best pull back the reins a little."
"I know what I'm doing. I don't need advice from an incompetent, blood-traitor Gryffindor like yourself," he snarled.
"I'm just trying to keep her from getting hurt, Malfoy. There's a proper medium with the spell; you need to find it."
Draco wasn't going to listen to him. He left to look for his wife, calling out for her, hoping she'd answer. He doubted it though.
He didn't have to look for her long, knocking on a locked door, hearing her muffled, "I'm not coming out!"
He unlocked the door and stepped in to see her sitting on a toilet. Granger looked up briefly before hiding her blotchy, red, sticky face, dabbing a piece of tissue to it.
"You're not to touch any man besides myself," he simply ordered of her.
Granger stiffened. "Or else what, Malfoy; you'll strike me?! Like a disobedient, Pureblood wife?!" She stood up, glaring at him. Her eyes were glowing, dark and dangerous, making his throat tighten up. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with an uneasiness. "I'm not a Pureblood," she snarled quietly, stepping forward.
Without a thought, Draco took a step back, not liking the look she was giving him. It was a mistake he regretted as soon as he did it. It was a sign of weakness; of retreat.
"I'm a Mudblood," she continued, taking another step.
He kept his ground this time, maybe she hadn't noticed that he had backed away from her.
"So don't think I'm going to act like an obedient, proud, happy-go-lucky, Pureblood who's been brainwashed into thinking she has to do everything her bloody, disgusting, women-beating husband says!"
Merlin, she was sexy when she was angry! Frightening, but exceptionally sexy! Draco made to reach out and touch her face, needing to caress it, but she smacked his hand away. "You will not touch me!"
He blinked at those words, stunned by them. She couldn't tell him what to do...! He could touch her! Granger was his! She had to let him touch her. He needed to touch her!
"Didn't expect me to talk out of turn, did you?" she sneered when he hadn't said anything, too dizzy under the spell. His head was aching terribly, and he felt as if he was about to burst. His lungs weren't getting enough air, even though he was breathing as heavy as he possibly could.
He was losing it! He was going bonkers; nutty; insane! He couldn't take it anymore! He couldn't wait any longer!
He caught her throat in his hand, choking off her spewing insults, and spun her around, slamming her up against the door, pinning her with his body. He removed his hand from her neck when she started gasping for air.
His eyes softened, noticing the red marks from his abuse. Draco ran his thumb over one of the marks. Guilt swirled through him. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he just needed to touch her body with his, that was all.
Granger screamed, pushing at him, cursing him out; doing anything in her power to get him away from her. He stood there, letting her run out of steam, admiring her stamina. Her fighting did her no good, but she still was determined to break free. She stopped after a few moments, exhausted, whimpering, breathing hard from her fit.
"Are you done?" he murmured against her neck and grazed it with his teeth. A wave of pleasure washed over him, feeling her relax against his body. He closed his eyes, stifling a moan. "It's tiring, isn't it? Fighting...?"
He nibbled on her neck. Granger swallowed from the touch.
She nodded, answering his question.
"Then why do you?"
"It's n-not r-real," she shakily said under her breath.
"It could be."
"No, it cannot."
"Because you hate me?" Draco lifted his head from Granger's delicious neck to watch her as she answered the question.
"Yes," she told him firmly with closed eyes.
That word made him frown; he didn't like that she hated him.
"But you can't deny that you're enjoying my body clinging to yours. That my kisses make your little toes tingle, that my fingers make your pussy wet, that the mere thought of my dick buried inside you makes your pulse quicken."
Granger's face scrunched up. She shook her head, refusing to allow the spell to take over.
"Can you?" he whispered, their lips were almost touching. He stuck his tongue out and trailed it across the seam of her lips, inviting her to take it to another step, hoping she'd accept the offer. Granger let out a trembling moan, exciting Draco even further.
Yes, finally...! She is cracking!
There was a sudden knocking on the door they were propped up against. "Draco?"
Draco sighed in annoyance but forced himself to answer back without any hint of it. "Yes, Tori?"
"Dinner's about ready— did you find Granger?"
"I did," He looked at his wife who was completely embarrassed. She probably would rather not have anyone catch them in such a position. "We'll be there in a few minutes," he promised his friend, reluctantly separating from Granger. She tipped over, losing her balance.
"I don't need you bloody help!" she snapped when he went to grab at her. "I'm fine!"
"Come along then, wife. And try to have a little chivalry around my friends, if you please— it is allegedly a Gryffindor trait, isn't it?"
Once outside the bathroom, Granger's steps fell behind Draco's when she heard Blaise laugh. Draco was surprised that he was there too, since Astoria didn't really like him much.
Draco saw him seated already, as if it was his own home, sipping on a glass of water. "Oh, when Theo told me about your little party, I just had to come," he was saying.
Draco watched Astoria give Theo a look. The man cleared his throat uneasily, giving her a helpless look. Draco did the nice thing and sat next to Blaise so Astoria wouldn't feel compelled to do it. She had always been polite and kind to others, often having been teased that she should have been sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.
Blaised hummed in delight, leaning toward Draco. "You wife is quite stunning tonight, Draco."
"That she is, no need to stare though, you'll make yours jealous." At Draco's comment, Blaise set his hand on his own wife's arm, tapping it.
"I do apologize, love," he said. "You understand though, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, of course, Blaise," she automatically said, placing a napkin into her lap, to prevent a mess from dirtying her dress— naturally, she wasn't going to argue with the man who was holding her family hostage to make her mind.
Dinner was served then, and the Slytherins began talking, reminiscing over their childhood, while the outsiders sat in silence, eating, listening to their chatter.
Draco recognized Theo's wife from Ravenclaw. She was a Halfblood if he remembered right. Her mother had been a Halfblood herself, who had married a Muggle. He wondered how Theo had lucked out with a Halfblood. Maybe they were closely matched on the Scoreboard. Theo hadn't ranked too high, Draco recalled. Twenty-eight, if he remembered correctly.
"How's your Mudblood doing?" Blaise had pulled Draco aside after the meal.
"No change really. She still hates me."
"Does she?" Blaise sounded surprised. His eyes shifted over to Granger where she stood by Astoria, who was showing off her adoptive daughter to Bernice. "I would have thought she would be eating out of your hand by now..." Blaise smirked, admiring her from afar. "I knew she was brilliant, but that's an incredible amount of control there."
"It won't be long," Draco told him. "She'll crack soon, but her hate for me is awfully strong. I'm sure that has something to do with it."
Blaise nodded. "You'll have to fix that."
Draco sighed. "I've tried everything," he confessed. "I've even given her some control of the Manor."
Blaise gave him a passing look, showing how shocked he was to hear that. He cocked his head toward Granger, thinking. "I may I have an idea that could work..."
"Oh, Merlin, Blaise...!" Draco groaned. "Not again!"
"No! It'll be nothing... fun— well okay, it'll be a little fun, but trust me, it'll work!"
Draco sighed, contemplating it. Blaise's ideas usually did work, he just didn't like the gore and torture that were often involved.
"No blood, no pain," his friend quickly added. "I promise you, she'll be wanting you by her side, day and night. She'll think you're the greatest person alive— that's what you want, isn't it?"
Draco stared at his Mudblood wife, watching her grow a mild interest over the baby who was now in Blaise's wife's arms, being cooed at. He saw Granger actually smile as the baby happily talked back.
Someday, she'd look at their own baby like that.
He'd like her to smile at him like that too.
He gave a single nod to his friend. "Alright, let's hear it then."
Review Responses:
Thank you ALL for being so lovely and reviewing/commenting! **squishes you all into virtual hugs!** I actually wrote this chapter like the day after I posted Chapter 18, but I wanted to wait a little before posting it, so here it is!
angel_baby_10: It's not over yet!
veela916: Honestly, no, heh.
wintercocis: Aww, thanks so much! **hearts**
Silversal: Yes, if they didn't fight, it'd be pretty boring, wouldn't it be? Anyway, I don't think I could ever write for pay **shifts eyes* That's too much pressure.
jen7: Haha! Blaise.. yeah... he's fun!
Karma: You make such a valid point! When I wrote this story, I wanted it to be pretty realistic, I mean, let's face it, with canon properties, Dramione would not be a couple unless they were forced together somehow or another. Love... There is not much of it in this story, at least not between the main characters. The ending is already determined, I just need to get there. Thanks so much for your comment!
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