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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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The baby was cute, and her laugh was simply too adorable to ignore. Hermione couldn't stop herself from smiling. And why should she? What was wrong with enjoying just the tiniest amount of happiness? She certainly needed it following the cruddy events that had happened in the past month (and even the last few years).
But she didn't want to focus on the bad things right now. For now she wanted to embrace the joyous feeling inside her that was caused by the amazing giggle of a sixth-month old baby.
The baby was an orphan, and her name was Colleena. Greengrass had explained that she volunteered to be her mother, which Hermione thought was admirable since the child had belonged to a pair of Muggleborn parents.
No guesses as to why this baby was an orphan… Hermione wasn't sure why Colleena had been kept alive though...
Hermione got to hold Colleena. She had only held a baby once before: Professor Lupin's. She teared up at the thought, knowing the boy (wherever he was) would grow up not knowing his parents, just the same as this little girl (and even Samuel).
The world these days was just lousy.
"The additional emotions you're experiencing will pass in a few weeks," someone said very quietly behind her.
It had been the woman Zabini had married: Bernice. She was in the same position as Hermione; forced to be the wife of a despicable Death Eater.
"I was frightened at first," Bernice carried on without looking at her. Her lips barely moved. "But now… maybe having a baby won't be so bad… I do like Samuel— he's an amazing young man."
"Samuel…?" Hermione gasped, stepping closer to the woman to hear her better. "He's alright?!"
"Don't make a scene! They're watching us! They're always watching us— or rather you!" Here, she narrowed her eyes, finally looking at her. She took Colleena from Hermione.
"Well, I like the thought of giving my husband a child!" she said louder than she had spoken before.
Hermione was confused with the statement at first, but then she realized what the woman was doing.
"You can't possibly be serious?! After all he's done to you?!"
Bernice shifted her eyes toward the Death Eaters who no doubt were watching— Hermione didn't look that way, not wanting them to suspect anything. She balled up her fists so the men would think she was furious at the woman.
"You've been brainwashed! You—You've given up! You have to fight back! You can't let—"
"No, you have to just face the fact that this is your life now! There's nothing you can do about it!" The woman snapped around on her heel and stuck her nose up in the air. In awe, Hermione watched her stalk to the horrible man that she had been forced to marry and loop an arm around his. Hermione nearly shuddered as Zabini smiled down at his faithful bride and kissed the top of her head as if he truly loved her.
Bloody creep-toad!
And Malfoy, he wore his ever-popular blank face, masking whatever he was feeling over the scene, eyeing the Zabini couple.
But Hermione's thoughts quickly went to Samuel. Bernice had said she liked him, so maybe she was caring for him and spending a lot of time with him. Maybe she was protecting him from harm.
Hope lit up in Hermione. Perhaps they had a chance! After what just happened, she realized she really wasn't alone in the world. Until tonight, Hermione had thought that Bernice had been scared into submission, but that woman could put on an incredibly believable act. It wasn't easy to fool the typical Slytherin; Hermione had had a lot of practise and still failed at it sometimes.
She would have to figure out a way to talk with Bernice so they could plan an escape.
The rest of the party went on without her paying much attention to it— she was too lost in her thoughts. Only when she felt the pull of apparition did she come out of her deep thoughts. Malfoy was escorting her up to the entrance of the Manor.
She slipped her hand from his hold, determined to walk on her own. Oddly, he ignored what she did and didn't even check to see if she was following him, likely expecting it of her.
The walk path was lit up with decorative Muggle looking street lamps so they could see in the night. The Manor ahead was gorgeous looking with the abundance light coming from the extravagant windows. If it hadn't been linked to the name Malfoy, Hermione could honestly say that it was a lovely place to look at, and she would probably like going inside it.
But that wasn't the case, and she dreaded going into it. This was her prison. She was stuck here, and unless she found a way out, she'd be locked up here for the rest of her life.
With him.
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Why was it that everything Blaise did was right? How could that woman so disgustingly walk up to him and allow him to kiss her without so much as a cringe of distaste? How had he made her accustomed to things it so quickly?
To comply under fear of threat is one thing, but in the past two weeks, Draco seen a complete turnaround with Bernice. Blaise told him that he hadn't drugged her. He assumed that it was the marriage spell; Bernice had completely accepted her position as his wife, and since then, she had been practically at his beck and call, eager to please him..
Now, Draco only needed Granger to do the same. But how…?
"How did you get her to accept it?" he asked. "And don't tell me it is because you're holding her family as hostage. She wouldn't go for that; no one would. My Mudblood is still quite disobedient even with the Nit's life at stake!"
Blaise had shrugged. "As I said, the hate your wife has for you must be incredibly strong. It's obviously going to take longer for the spell to consume her. You said she's close to crossing that bridge; let's give her a little nudge in the proper direction."
Draco felt his wife's eyes on him as he entered the Manor. He hadn't said much to her at the party, knowing she was lost inside her mind. She was probably trying to develope an escape plan..
Good luck with that, Granger.
Clenching his jaw, he stalked out of the foyer, ignoring the hardness below his waist. He couldn't do that right now… He'd have to wait for that. Draco looked at his watch, dramatically closing his eyes when he read off the time.
It was going to be one hell of a long two hours…
He locked himself in a room and sat down, calling out the name of the first house elf that came to mind.
Stoney faithfully appeared, bowing to him in pure respect. "Master has called for Stoney, sir?" He was old and had once belonged to Draco's mother when she was still alive.
Draco swallowed back a lump in his throat that had appeared at the thought of his lost mother. Having difficulty blinking away the stinging blur of tears, he told Stoney that he needed a drink. "Firewhiskey, please."
The house elf frowned and gave him a nod. "Of course, Master." After he poured his Master's drink into the glass that was being held out for him, Stoney sank his head and quietly said, "This house elf is sorry for reminding his Master of his mother…"
Draco sensed the sincerity in the words. Stoney, as with any house elf, blamed himself for any of his Master's problems. It wasn't because they were trained to be that way, it was just the type of creature they were. Many of them had very caring, considerate souls. "I know you are. You say so every time."
The old elf lifted his head up, looking his Master in the eye. A corner of his mouth sadly pulled up. "And Master tells Stoney every time that it is not Stoney's fault."
Draco sipped his firewhiskey and let the liquid burn his throat. "It isn't."
"It still doesn't stop the pain though…"
"No, Stoney," Draco agreed, "it doesn't. Nothing will."
"Stoney remembers when his Mistress gave birth to his now Master." The house elf's eyes glazed over in sadness of the happy memory. "Stoney knew from then on, that his Mistress loved no one else more."
Draco swallowed down a sob with his drink. "The love she gave me was deeply matched," he told Stoney with a croak to his voice. "I have loved no other more."
"Stoney thinks that will change when Master has his own son."
Draco wasn't sure what to say to that. He hadn't given it much of a thought, never before picturing him actually doing anything with the children he was going to have someday (preferably soon). But now, because of what Stoney had just said, Draco pictured a small body in the arms of Granger, who smiled down at the blond-headed bundle. She laughed at the tiny sound the baby made as he expressed his love for her.
Draco had been much closer to his mother than his father; his mother had raised him, his father had schooled him. He knew he had made his father proud, even though the man had hardly ever shown it. A smile from him was rare indeed, but Draco did remember quite a few pats on the head when he was a small child, and a few on the back during his time at Hogwarts. Each of his parents expressed their love differently toward him.
And now... he wondered… how he would express love toward his own son…
He would probably smile more at his son than his father had done with him. Draco had really enjoyed it when he had earned a smile from his father. And maybe… he would hug his son too: he always liked getting hugs from his mother— so long as his friends weren't around to see it. He didn't want anyone to think he was soft. Not that he was. Just because a man liked the feeling of another person close to them, it didn't make him soft.
Another elf popped in. Draco was stirred from his thoughts, realizing that he had been sitting in the room for ninety-three minutes with Stoney who he had yet to dismiss.
He stood up, looking down at Snappy, the one that just came in. "Thank you, Snappy," he said when the elf informed him that Blaise had arrived. "You're both dismissed."
The two servants bowed low and apparated off.
"Meddles?"
Without a sound, a body appeared next to Draco. "Master has called," it said, giving a bow. His ears were bigger than the average elf. This could be what made him a good spy.
"Where's your mistress?"
Meddles lifted his head, proudly rocking back and forth on his feet. "The Mistress is in the north tower. Meddles believes she is exploring and getting to know her surroundings, but Meddles advises his Master to not be fooled; Meddles doesn't trust that his Mistress is interested in staying here."
"Well, that's a given," Draco muttered. "You're dismissed, thank you."
"My pleasure, sir," the elf bowed, and without even a pop to indicate his leaving, he was gone.
Draco met Blaise in the Flooing room where his stormy eyes fell down to a wooden box in his friend's hands.
"Are you sure I can't just stage a wolf attack?" Blaise asked, pointedly licking his lips.
"No," Draco answered firmly. "She'll know it's you after the last time."
Blaise frowned and muttered a word in regret.
"Well," Draco sighed. "Let's do this then."
"I'll lead the way," Blaise offered with a smirk. "I can smell her from here."
"Just remember what I said…"
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt your precious Mudblood," Blaise whispered as they stepped out into the hall. "Now keep quiet while I do my work."
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For some reason, Malfoy wasn't paying Hermione any attention. With the way he acted at the dinner party in the bathroom, she had been sure he would have pounced on her as soon as they got back to the Manor. Instead, she watched him trot off as if he had some business to tend to.
Well, maybe he did, for all she knew.
Hermione stood there, expecting him to come back and bark some order, but after a few minutes, she decided that he wasn't going to do it.
She wandered down a hall, taking this moment to search for the much needed library. It was going to take her forever if luck didn't have anything to do with it. The Manor was enormous, about half the size of the Hogwarts castle. As far as she knew, only she and Malfoy lived here, with the possibility of Snape— she'd seen him a few times without the presence of Malfoy, telling her that Snape was rather familiar with the building.
Malfoy had a lot of elves too, but the place still made her feel like a pinball in a pinball machine, and if she spoke out loud in most of the rooms (which she hadn't done much in the couple times that she had been allowed to wander), her voice echoed, repeating back what she had said.
She grew tired after walking a while. Many doors were locked, so she had no access to those rooms. Hermione tried to get in a few of them, her curiosity getting the best of her, but without her wand, she couldn't get the locks to undo.
Tiredness was growing her. Hermione had no idea where she was now, losing track a while ago. She decided that she'd lay down in the next bedroom she came across— there were plenty in the Manor, she had past several of them during her search.
It didn't take long to find one. The lamps in the hall lit the room up enough for one to see, but with a simple wandless lumos spell, she was able to get the actual light to the bedroom to flicker on.
The room was decorated in brown, green, and orange— an ugly scheme, but nevertheless, at least it had a comfortable looking bed.
The air was getting cold, and Hermione shivered. This section of the Manor must be neglected when it came to heating, but she was so sleepy and tired, she didn't care; the bed had plenty of covers on it, she'd just bury deep into them.
She slipped out of the dress, draping the beautiful piece of fabric over a chair and slid into bed, closing her eyes.
Hermione wiggled around, trying to warm the bedding up. She couldn't believe how cold it was! And so suddenly too!
Maybe Bobby could help her, she'd hate to call the elf, but the temperature was practically freezing!
She tossed the covers off her head to call out for the house elf— maybe Bobby would at least tell her where some fire building supplies were.
But Hermione didn't have time to call out to the delightful, little creature. Instead, all that came out was a gasp as she saw a body, cloaked in black, standing next to the bed near her. The surrounding darkness made it hard for her to make out who it was, but it definitely wasn't Malfoy, this person was bigger and taller.
She yelped out and made to scramble out of the bed. She got to the other side of it before she was magically pulled back toward the body, and thrown onto her back.
She squirmed to break free, grunting the whole time, but whatever spell that had been used, firmly stuck her in place.
"No!" she screamed when the body climbed into the bed and on top of her.
Icy, cold fingers clamped ahold of her chin, tilting her face to make her look up at the head of the body. Hermione could only see two yellow, glowing dots that she could only assume were eyes.
She shut hers, trying to concentrate on getting this monster off her, but all the struggle did was decrease her strength, and quickly. She could feel her life draining from her with every spell she tried to wandlessly cast.
Hermione screamed as horrific images began to flood her mind. Ron's dead body hunched over the shoulder of Harry when he had returned to the Borrow, announcing their friend's death. The mutilated bodies of her family. The warning written in blood on the wall of her childhood home.
All the terrors of the war came flooding back all at once. The memories were playing inside her mind as if she were reliving them all over again.
She knew she had to fight, and she did try, but fear and weakness were overpowering her. It wouldn't be long before she'd be a casualty just like everyone else she had once known and loved.

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A: Gotta lot of writing to do, so yeah, it takes a while to add to everything. Sorry about that. It shouldn't go to the graveyard... I have a lot of ideas for it.
Kelsssie: Rome wasn't built in a day, ya know. Takes a while to write decent stories, but I am getting there!
wintercocis: Answers to all your questions: We shall have to see... But to shed some light, something will come up where they will be made to work together and put aside their differences.
Koi: Longbottom... well, I don't want to give anything away... So I'll not comment here. Blaise, ahaha, he's an awesome, evil character in this one, isn't he? Sure keeps things interesting, for sure. I already got chapter 21 nearly finished too, so an additional update should come fairly soon.
jen7: Thank you, I am pleased to see you noticed this :)
Oceangirl87: Aww, thanks so much. That's so sweet!
ArielKidd: Mostly, yes. But he's quite an adapting character too. I think he knows that it's really pointless to continue to fight; there's really nothing he can do about the situation, so he's just... 'moving forward'. Samuel was pretty much just an extra, but I will see if I can squeeze him in somewhere.
thatravenclaw16: Well, here it is! :)
TitanyaStark : I tend to cause many people to binge my stories, LOL :) I love hearing about it!
Lex: TBH, I have actually thought of doing that... (just for Voldemort to fuck with Draco) But I don't know yet... I can't think of a valid reasoning for it to happen-- with what I have planned for the future of the story, it would be quite unfitting.
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