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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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"Alright," Draco whispered from his place at the doorway, unable to remove his eyes off the shadow of his crazed wife. Her screams were getting quieter as she grew weaker. "Put it away, she's had enough."
Blaise opened the lid to his wooden box, and Draco cast a spell. A silvery light zipped to the Dementor that was attacking Granger. The Dark creature howled at the sight of it and flew to the box that Blaise held out for it.
Blaise brushed a hand over the box tenderly after he closed it. "Done?" he murmured to Draco so Granger wouldn't hear him.
Draco nodded and mouthed a thanks before stepping into the room to tend to his wife. The room was cold from the presence of the Dementor. Draco warmed it back up with a spell and turned on the light to see.
Granger was shaking uncontrollably, whimpering softly. She winced at the sudden bright light.
"Granger," Draco asked in just above a whisper, leaning over her and gently touching her shoulder.
She spun her body around, and her feet flew up, rapidly kicking at him. "Get away!" she cried frantically, her voice hoarse and scratchy. "Get away!"
Draco dodged her kicks and quickly got into the bed beside her, wrapping his arms and legs around her body. Her body was so cold, he nearly gasped from the shock of it.
"You're okay now," he murmured against the side of her head and kissed her. "It's gone now. It can't hurt you anymore. You're safe with me."
Granger trembled against him, but as he continued to speak in a soft, gentle tone, he noticed that she was pressing her body closer to his. Then she broke out into tears with her face buried into his shirt.
Draco's grip tightened around her as his stomach retched up from what he could only guess was guilt. But there was no going back now, and this needed to be done. She had to learn to trust him. He wanted her to be a proper wife, and the first step for that was to get her to embrace the marriage spell.
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His voice was so friendly and comforting; his body: warm and soothing. She shivered against him as her internal temperature returned to normal, concentrating on his calming words.
"I'm sorry," he said against the top of her head where he had been putting an abundance of light kisses between his sentences. "Please don't hate me anymore…"
Then she recognized the voice, which at first hadn't been possible, since she had never heard it speak such in a tone before. She stiffened as reality flushed back through her.
Malfoy was trying to... comfort her…?
Was this a nightmare? Malfoy would never hold her like this and apologize. He'd never leave tender, meaningful kisses on her. What was happening...?
It had to be a dream. She could actually sense that he meant the words he was saying, and Malfoy had never expressed a soft side— Hermione didn't think he possessed such a thing.
Then she remembered the monster. She hadn't gotten a grand look at it, but with what had happened during its attack—the freezing temperature of the room, the flood of horrid, awful memories, and the feeling of being sad, alone and lost forever— she knew that she had been attacked by a Dementor; her soul had been nearly sucked out of her.
Hermione pressed closer to Malfoy and wept into his chest, scared and confused, unable to speak, trembling.
The light of a spell right before the Dementor went away came to her mind, and soon after, Malfoy had appeared, asking if she was alright…
He had… He had saved her. Malfoy stopped that horrid creature from eating her soul. Malfoy had cast the Patronus Charm. She had never heard of a Death Eater doing that— they didn't need it. It was rumoured that the Dark Mark alone warded Dementors off, as they had formed an alliance.
Why would Malfoy even need to learn the Patronus Charm? Dark Marks allegedly did the same thing, plus more.
Hermione lifted her head to look at Malfoy, hoping to find answers in his facial expression alone.
He gave her an uncertain smile. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked, wiping away a tear from her face.
She narrowed her eyes and pushed away from him, rolling to the edge of the bed when he released his hold on her.
The only explanation for his sudden kindness was the spell. He couldn't just miraculously care for her, but it was indeed a pleasant change from him.
She rubbed her arms, trying to warm up from a chill that had ran throughout her body.
"Please," he whispered behind her. He sounded desperate, as if he was begging her not to kill him.
What in the name of Merlin is wrong with him…?
She felt the bed shift from his weight as he scooted closer to her, and she closed her eyes as his lips touched the skin of the back of her neck. She moaned softly, thinking how lovely they would feel against her own.
Bloody spell! She mentally fought it off, fisting her hands in determination.
"Where did the Dementor come from?" she finally spoke to him after a deep, shaky breath. It was hard to ignore his soft lips. She wiggled from him and stood up, glaring at Malfoy.
Now was not the time. She wanted answers. She wanted them now.
Malfoy looked hurt that she had moved away from him, but that wounded dog look was only there for a split second before he thumbed behind him.
"The window was open when I arrived. I've never had a problem with a stray Dementor wandering in, but it must have sensed… you…"
Hermione nodded. It made sense. Though, she didn't remember the window being open, but it wasn't like she had looked at the time.
"I… I heard you screaming…" Malfoy fiddled with the corner of the quilt that he was sitting on, avoiding from looking at her. "I was so afraid that I got here too late. Granger… I was so worried that you…" He finally looked up, his eyes were pooling with tears.
Hermione softened her stance, caught off guard. Malfoy was… crying? All because he thought she had been hurt?
"I just… I thought…" He was at a loss of words, burying his face into his hands. "I don't know what I would do without you anymore…"
What was he saying…? Had he turned into a complete sap in just a day?! Was that even possible…?
"I don't want you to hate me anymore, Granger… I… think I might… well…" He sighed, sounding defeated. "I didn't realize it until tonight… but… you actually make me happy."
"You cast a Patronus," Hermione asked, trying not to focus on his confession. She certainly didn't match his feelings, and she didn't need to make him angry with her. Besides, his feelings shocked her, and they couldn't be real. How could his opinion about her change in just a few weeks? It was not logical.
Unless… He wasn't fighting the spell…?
"I did."
"Happy memories of sending people to their deaths?!" she snapped. As if he would actually have any decent, non-violent memories.
Here, he smiled. It wasn't a smirk or a grin. It was a googily, sheepish one.
"It was of you… the happy thought was of you…"
Hermione swallowed hard. She wasn't ready for this. She hadn't prepared herself for this. Never would she had thought that Malfoy would fall for her.
It was rather… disgusting to think about.
She hid her face from him, trying to decide how she was supposed to react to this.
"I hope someday you can understand what I feel for you," he told her. "I'd do anything if you would."
"Let Samuel go," she immediately said without a thought.
Malfoy's face fell, appearing to be disappointed with the request. "He's not mine," he told her, surprising her with a regret-filled voice.
"You're a powerful man, Malfoy, that's all you ever tell me. Give Samuel his freedom, and I'll consider what you've said to me."
Malfoy nodded, accepting the request. "And in the meantime, what can I do to show you that I have changed how I think of you…?"
Hermione was incredibly puzzled by the question. Was the spell they were under backfiring? Would she actually be able to use it to her advantage…? Was this how Bernice was keeping Samuel safe? Were the men becoming so absorbed in trying to get their wives to reciprocate their feelings that they would literally do anything to make it happen?
There were so many questions that she didn't have answers to …
She could use this against him though… His weird new feelings could eventually assist her with an escape.
Hermione rubbed her chin in thought. "I have been bored lately…" she told him slowly, trying to not show any sort of oncoming excitement. "I would love a place to sit in and read— a library perhaps?"
"Is that all you want?" Malfoy asked, getting up from the bed.
"Unless you want to let me free?"
"You know I can't…" he said seriously.
"Then yes, I want a library." Hermione nodded, then she gently added, "please," hoping if she asked nicely that he would consider it.
He took a step, taking her hands into his and bringing them up to his lips, looking at her the whole time. "Only if you kiss me first…"
Hermione tugged at her hands, but he gripped them so she couldn't.
"Just one kiss," he asked pleadingly. "I just want to see something."
"What is it that you want to 'see'?" She eyed him over suspiciously.
"If there's anything real between us—"
"There's not—"
"Maybe things have changed!"
He was looking down at his feet now, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. He looked quite pitiful. Hermione couldn't believe this was the same man who had dragged her by her hair three weeks ago.
Maybe… it was possible… that he had had an epiphany…
Would a kiss really hurt? If that was all she needed to do to get a library, it wasn't a big price to pay, was it? It would allow her to access material she would need to plan an escape with.
And perhaps… she might be able to con a wand from him… if he had become that devoted to making her not 'hate' him.
Hermione inhaled a breath and leaned forward, making up her mind. She'd kiss him, if that's all he wanted; she saw no harm. The spell was strong, but if she could find a way to cease its effects, it'd be worth this one kiss.
She closed her eyes as their lips touched. Malfoy's hands dropped hers and rose up to her upper arms, roughly grasping onto them. His mouth opened, encasing her bottom lip into the gap of it. Her insides lit up like a match when his tongue swiped across it for a taste.
She grew faint as the magic of the spell swarmed inside her, making it difficult to keep control of her feelings. And as his hands roamed under her undershirt, massaging her back, she moaned in delight.
Hermione pressed into him with a demanding need. Her thoughts were becoming fuzzy, and she couldn't remember why she was supposed to hate him. How can anyone hate a man who could make you feel so good, so safe, so… wonderful…?
He broke the kiss off to breathe, gulping in breaths, their chests heaving in unison. He fumbled for his wand and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"You're going to take me to the library now?" she asked, confused on why she was even asking for that. She'd rather feel the touch of his skin on the tips of her fingers. She rather he kiss her. She'd rather he bury himself into her and make her scream out in pure pleasure.
So why was she asking about the library?
She honestly couldn't remember the reason for it.
He didn't answer her right away, staring at her with unblinking eyes. He bent down, nipping at her lips. "The library can wait, don't you think?" he asked in an aroused voice. "Wouldn't you rather prefer we go to my bed?"
His question matched her thoughts exactly.
"Yes," she whispered, crashing her mouth to his, plunging her tongue into it. His lips spread out into a smile before she was whisked away with their faces still connected.
He landed in his bedroom. It was dimly lit in dark shades of red and black. Malfoy put his wand away and pushed her into a corner of the room, snatching her wrists with his hands and pinning them against the wall; her left beside her head, her right just above it.
His body touched hers and Hermione whimpered when she felt his hard male member touch her. She was only wearing panties and could very much feel how ready he was for her.
Their eyes were locked together, staring at each other for no reason at all; perhaps each of them were waiting for the other to make the first move.
The burning need between her legs was getting hotter, and Hermione moved her hips forward, moaning when her body jolted with an incredible feeling. She closed her eyes, repeating the movement, and parted her lips when she felt Malfoy's against hers. He began devouring her mouth, as if he couldn't get enough of a taste for her.
His hands released her wrists, but she kept them in place as he pulled her panties down, causing them to fall at her feet. Their mouths didn't stop as she stepped out of them.
When Malfoy began rubbing her wet, excited flesh, she broke off their kissing, crying out. And just as she was about to go blind from her release, he stopped, taking her into his arms and walking to the bed.
She grunted with need, placing her own hand at her clit to rub it, but he stopped her with a harsh wack to her backside.
She looked at him in awe. Hermione couldn't believe—!
"It's my turn to go first, remember?" He sat at the edge of the bed, setting her on the floor between his legs. "You want me to finish, dear, you must suck me off first." He leaned back onto his elbows, raising his eyebrows, prompting her to begin.
"And you'll… fulfill my needs if I do this?" she asked, suspicious that he may not.
"I promise that by tomorrow morning, you'll be so sore from my fucking you, that you won't even want to get out of bed."
Hermione's eyes fell down to the bulge of his pants. She had never sucked a man off before— not willingly.
"It takes nothing at all, Granger," he told her coaxingly, lifting up his hips a little in anticipation. "Just wrap your hand tightly around it, and stroke it. Pop it into your sexy little mouth, swirl your tongue around it, like it's a sweet pop, and in no time, it'll be done."
He unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and tucked his hand down under, pulling out his penis. It stood tall and stiff. Hermione couldn't help but to eagerly watch him as he stroked himself a couple times before he returned his elbow to the side of his body. "You may begin anytime."
Malfoy let out a long groan when Hermione grabbed it like he had just done a moment ago. She curiously watched his eyes roll up toward his skull as she stroked it slowly. Her eyes fell down to his battered up penis when she felt the roughness of it.
Her hand dropped from it, and she stared at it in horror. She remembered when Voldemort took over her body and forced her to suck Malfoy off. She remembered the taste of his blood, the chunks of shredded pink skin stuck between her teeth. The screams Malfoy hurled out…
She looked up when Malfoy took her hand and replaced it back around him.
"It'll be nothing like that time," he promised her, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"Does it hurt?" Hermione softly ran a thumb along him: his legs shuddered.
"No," he hissed. "It doesn't hurt at all. Your touch feels lovely, very lovely."
She ducked her head down, closing her eyes and gave it a quick lick.
"Yes, Granger," he growled. "That's it…you're doing it right… don't stop…!"
Wanting to please her husband, she stuck the tip of it into her mouth, pumping him with her hand, becoming more actively involved as he praised her. She felt good. She was making her husband happy; that's all that mattered.
She groaned as his hand grasped a fistful of her hair, pressing himself deeper into her mouth. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat.
"Merlin, yes!"
Tears filled her eyes when he did it a second time, and he preventing her from pulling away. She felt like she couldn't breathe and whimpered.
"Sorry," he whispered through his gritted teeth. "It's been so long…! You have no idea how great you feel…" Malfoy then fucked her mouth with a slow, gentle motion, pulling back before she had the urge to gag.
He tensed up a moment later, and Hermione paused when his hot, thick semen shot into her mouth.
"Swallow it, Granger," he ordered through his panting, holding her in place to do so.
She instantly obeyed and licked him clean.
"Is it my turn now?" she asked when he was finished.
"Of course, wife. Whatever do you want?" Malfoy lay back onto the bed, placing his hands behind his back, looking up at her with a smile.
Hermione stood up and grabbed his soft member, immediately bringing it back to life. Without a word, she straddled him and pushed his penis into her.
Malfoy's hands went to her hips, gripping her tightly. He chuckled at her, but Hermione didn't care what he thought; she just wanted him inside her. She wanted him to fill her. She needed him to… fuck her.
He had her bra off in no time, and was cupping her breasts, toying with them, making her arch her back.
"You like that, Granger?" he asked, grunting as he pushed deeper into her.
She nodded, determined to get him even deeper inside her.
He abruptly rolled her over underneath him, increasing his strength and speed, pounding into her, making her cry out in bliss.
"That's it… tell me how much you like my fucking cock! You love it, don't you?!" When she said nothing, he pulled at her hair, demanding an answer.
"Yes!" she gasped out.
Malfoy growled, going balls deep. "Fucking yes! You're so wet!" he buried his face into her neck, sucking on it. "Did I make you cum? Tell me! Tell me I make you all slick and wet! You're wet for me— only me!"
"Yes! Only you!" she wailed out, pushing him into her, breathing hard. Sweat coated their bodies, and she stopped suddenly, feeling the heat of his cum filling her insides. His thrusting slowed as he milked himself dry using her body.
She moaned as he slipped out of her and collapsed next to her in an exhausted heap. "Can we do this every night?" Malfoy asked, breathing heavily.
"If that's what you want," she faithfully answered, smiling as he leaned toward her, kissing her shoulder.
"I would dearly appreciate it," he told her and cupped a breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple.
"Then what my husband wants is what my husband gets."
Malfoy grinned and returned back to kissing her shoulder. "After we rest, let's go for another round. I'll eat you this time." He purred in delight as her legs spread out to his offer. "Would you like that, my sweet?"
"Very much so," she answered, touching herself, anticipating his lips kissing her, his tongue licking her, and his fingers stroking her.
"Are you going to finger yourself as we rest?"
"Is that what you want?" Hermione asked, pausing her movement, alarmed that he may not like that.
"I would very much enjoy watching you finger yourself. It's fucking sexy."
She let out a sigh of relief and proceeded to rub her tingling, excited bud. "I like it better when you do it, though," she told him, snuggling up against his body.
"Well, then, wife, by all means, move your hand aside, and your husband will pleasure you the way you wish to be."
"Thank you," she whispered, sighing happily as his fingers touched her to begin their play.
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She was fantastic, she was incredible; amazing! She trembled against him, she gripped the blanket beneath them, she thrashed around, whimpering and screaming his name— his first name.
He couldn't get enough of her. And she didn't want to stop either. Which was great. She was trapped now, finally becoming a victim of the spell like he was. She was going to start feeling different with him after tonight; she had accepted the spell, putting aside her hate, wanting nothing more than to please him.
He smirked triumphantly against ear, digging his fingers into her dripping pussy.
It's about bloody time, he thought as he mounted her when she pleaded him to do it. Her slick cunt easily swallowed the full length of him. He leaned down, kissing her, invading her mouth with his tongue, groaning as her legs wrapped around his hips.
It's about time you learned your fucking place, wife.
AN: Ugh, they changed things again here (the review page)... Man, I wish they would just keep things the way it is...!
Review Responses:
Practically everyone is listed as an ANON! **sigh** I am sorry guys.. I don't know how to respond to these...
From ANON on June 21, 2016: "what a suspense, can wait for the next chapter to see where this goes...." Yeah, Draco's not too smart here, but we'll have to see what Hermione does afetr this chapter... Hmm
wintercocis: Thank you so much for your awesome words :) Draco make up for his cruel actions? 0.o Yeah, you're right, we'll have to see...
From ANON on June 21, 2016: "OMG! I can't wait until you update!!! Omg what bloody fantastic chapter,..."
Muggleborns are very, very smart :P It seems you are a very good guesser... **shifts eyes**
From ANON on June 21, 2016: "I really really like this story but its starting to drag on a bit."
Yeaaaap, I tend to do that with my stories :)
From ANON on June 22, 2016: "Maybe Voldemort will get a chance with her another story haha(; "
Yes, perhaps so! :) Well, thank you so much for offering a more lengthy review, that would be wonderful, but not necessary! Just keep reading (if you want), and a quick comment makes me happy (I do love the long ones too!)
From ANON on June 23, 2016: "After reading this chapter a second time,"
I can only assume you are speaking about an much earlier chapter (when she escapes?) I don't think she was ready to kill right then... Yeah, he's an ass, but she was more concerned with using her time to get away-- but yes, we wouldn't have a story if she killed him, at least not a Dramione! :P
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