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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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Draco stared at his wife while she read one of the many books she had picked out. She was beautiful in her pale yellow dress, and the shine of a light from behind her illuminated her, making the dress appear to glow.
She hadn't looked up since she had opened the book, absorbed in it from the very first page. The book she had chosen was about old-fashioned, outdated spells that no one even used anymore. It would have bored Draco if he had had to read it (which he never had), but Hermione seemed to be heavily interested in it.
The witch could read fast, Draco learned as she turned page after page, halfway through the book in just under an hour.
"Wife?" he called for her attention, scooting along the sofa to sit next to her.
"Hmm?" She barely even glanced up from the book.
Draco set his hand to her knee, rubbing it. "I do hate to disturb you," he told her. And it was the truth, she just looked so happy, sitting there reading. "But we still must do what the Dark Lord has ordered of us."
Hermione closed the book with a soft thud and set it onto the stand next to her. "Of course, Draco. We mustn't make him angry."
"To my room then?"
"Ooh…" she said with sudden wide eyes. "Why not here?"
"In the library?" That seemed a little strange to Draco.
"Well, I am a little excited already," his wife admitted with a shy grin. "The smell of parchment has always had this… effect on me."
Draco raised his eyebrows, but he quickly forgot about her odd kink when she straddled him, placing her knees on either side of his thighs and looping her arms around his neck. He set his hands to her hips and kissed her lips, tasting her sweet mouth.
Hermione's fingers threaded through his hair while he pulled the zipper at the back of her dress down, eager to touch the surface of her silky skin.
She pulled away to tuck her arms out of the sleeves of the dress when Draco slid the dress off her shoulders, furthering the task of its removal. Draco growled when her breasts were exposed to him and buried his face into them, taking turns with sucking each nipple until they were hard and stiff.
Draco moaned when his wife started kissing at his neck, gently biting at it. "Ah, you make me so hard, wife," he whispered against the soft mound that he just finished marking with his mouth.
"Would you just fuck me already?" she pleaded harshly. "You're nearly torturing me with those teeth of yours!"
Hermione let out a surprised screech when Draco pushed her off him to the open space next to them. Without a word, he quickly unbuckled his belt while she fumbled with getting the dress completely off her. It wasn't long before they were each completely in the nude, their clothing scattered on the floor around them.
She was dripping wet for him, gasping in pure delight when he plunged into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pushed him deeper in. He hissed, cursing her, though he was thoroughly enjoying her aggressive streak. He tugged at her mess of hair, tilting her head up, making her look into his eyes.
"Deeper," he demanded in a growl. "Let's make this one count."
Hermione's face twisted in confusion, not quite understanding what he had meant, but Draco didn't allow her to ask the question that showed in her expression, he took her mouth with his, sending her off into a blissful daze.
He grinned against her lips as they fought for control over the other. He moved in and out, grinding against the walls of her insides, making them both moan.
He truly loved the effect he had on her now. She was completely his. His forever.
And there wasn't a soul out there who could save her.
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Bernice was able to talk Blaise into inviting Malfoy and Hermione (she and the others in the Rebel Force refused to acknowledge Granger as a Malfoy unless they had to) over for brunch.
It took two days before Malfoy finally agreed to it. During this time, Bernice's nerves were on the fritz, every second that ticked by was a chance that her secret was exposed. She had been so paranoid that Blaise commented that her pregnancy hormones were off the charts— as if he had any idea what that meant to begin with, Blaise had never been around a pregnant woman until recently.
"What is your baby going to be to me?" Sam asked innocently. "My brother?" Bernice was in the process of getting him ready for the upcoming small party they were going to have. Blaise had said he could be there as long as he didn't speak out of turn.
Bernice combed the boy's hair, parting it at the middle like Blaise had ordered it to be. "I don't think Blaise would like that at all," she told the boy.
"Will he be my friend then?"
"Possibly," Bernice said with uncertainty, unsure of what the future really held for any of them.
"Maybe your baby will be my master when he's older," the boy said with mild hope.
Bernice gave him a lengthy kiss on the top of a head. "Who knows what is in store for us." It was incredibly difficult to sound optimistic, but she really had no other choice.
A house elf announced their arrival, escorting Malfoy and Hermione in. Any hope Bernice had went out the window when she saw Hermione. She looked as if she really was the wife of Lord Draco Malfoy. The dress she wore was amazing, made of expensive material, and it was appropriate for Hermione's modest views, concealing anything that could be considered erotic.
Blaise still had an aroused twinkle in his eye though, but that wasn't because he had found her exact looks attractive: he loved her fire. He wanted the chance to hose it out with his 'game play'.
"You changed her hair," Blaise noted, somewhat disappointed, having liked her wild, untamed hair, since it matched her spirit.
"It looks much better straight," Draco said approvingly.
"He had to regrow it," Hermione informed. "I was actually bald for twenty minutes!"
Bernice had taken her usual place in the back of the group, analyzing the situation. She had known that Hermione's acceptance of the spell was going to be bad, but hadn't expected this. It was like… Hermione was completely comfortable with her new lifestyle. Too comfortable.
Cozying up to Blaise? Talking to him as if they were friends? Bernice had to keep herself from shuddering.
"Brunch will be served in a few minutes," Blaise announced. "In the meantime, why don't you show Lady Malfoy around, Bernice?"
"Alright," Bernice agreed quietly, her pulse picking up in anxiety. So far, Hermione must not had said anything about Bernice to Malfoy. Blaise hadn't confronted her about it, nor given her any reason to believe he knew that anything was going on.
"Sam will be down in just a few," Bernice told Hermione, leading the way out of the sitting room where their husbands stayed.
"I've been waiting weeks to be allowed to see him again. Thank you for taking care of him." Hermione then explained how she had acquired the boy. "I had considered him as my own, he reminded me of the Weasleys so much."
"Which ones?"
"All of them combined, oddly enough."
And then Sam saw Hermione and ran to her, wailing out. Little tears fell from his eyes. "I was so worried! But Bernice said you were fine! And you are, she was right! I'm glad Mr. Malfoy let you see me— you have a very pretty dress! And your hair— it's straight and clean! It looks really nice, Hermione!"
Hermione laughed, hugging him. "I missed you too, and it looks like you also got some new clothes and a hairstyle."
Sam smiled proudly, standing straight in his fancy, royal blue suit. He squared his shoulders off. "I actually almost feel Pure."
"Oh, me too! Isn't it great?"
"Totally. Mr. Blaise might even let me ride a broom! He said so— if I'm a good nit. I'm trying. It's hard though."
Bernice hung back as they walked, allowing Sam to show Hermione around.
"This room," he said in a hushed voice, poking at a red door with his finger. "I'm not allowed in. I been in there only once, when Blaise was teaching me how bad Muggles are. He said that even though I'm a nit, since I'm magical, I get to live here. I'm lucky to stay here with someone as Pure as him."
"Indeed you are," Hermione agreed.
"He may even show me some spells when I'm old enough!"
Bernice was just now understanding what was happening to little Sam, able to witness what was it from the sidelines. It was quite frightening to watch. He was so young, so innocent. But if things didn't change soon, she wasn't sure how long he would remain that way.
"Sam, go down to the kitchens, and see if brunch is ready," Bernice interrupted his rambling on how he planned to stay out of trouble and not make Blaise upset.
"Did you tell your husband what happened the other day between us?" Bernice went right to the point when they were alone, leading Hermione to a specific room.
"The topic of you never came up," Hermione answered, looking around at the empty room except for a fireplace. "What's this room for?"
"Flooing," Bernice simply said, pulling out her wand. Hermione's back was to her.
"You didn't inform Draco that I'm not under the marriage spell?" This made Hermione turn around. She saw the wand, eyeing it.
"I didn't… but now that I think of it— why would you fake it?" Then her eyes widened in realization. "You're blocking it! But… you shouldn't be able to…! It's quite strong… I was barely managing myself… and you've been exposed to your husband for longer than I have…" Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You must have an antidote," she accused, finally figuring it out. "Oh, but the Dark Lord wouldn't approve! You're ruining his plans! He'll be so angry when he finds—"
Hermione was silenced with a spell. Bernice pursed her lips grimly, fully aware of how consumed their alleged heroine was. This was not the Hermione Granger she had been told about. She truly hoped Longbottom's plan would work.
"I'm sorry I have to do this…" Bernice pointed her wand at Hermione who calmly shut her eyes, expecting the worse. "Obliviate," the woman whispered, wiping away the memory of their exchange the other night and this one too. Then she put the witch to sleep, sending her slowly drifting to the floor in a peaceful slumber.
With one last look at Hermione, Bernice slipped out of the room and unhooked a safety pin that had been attached to the inside of her dress and tapped her wand to it, sending off a message to Longbottom. A moment later, the pin was hot to the touch, indicating that her message was received. Bernice inhaled a deep, slow breath, knowing that whatever she had just done could not be reversed.
She hurried to the end of the corridor, stopping at the top of the staircase and started screeching at the top of her lungs. "Blaise! She's fainted! Something's wrong with Lady Malfoy! Hurry!"
Thundering followed, and both men came into view, running toward her. "What happened?" Malfoy demanded in complete concern.
"Where is she?" Blaise asked as they raced up the steps, occasionally stumbling over one.
"The empty room!" Bernice informed, allowing them to take the lead, Blaise in front.
Right as Blaise got to the door, swinging it open, Bernice knocked Malfoy out with a spell, and Blaise immediately joined him at the floor, hit by a spell that came shooting from out of the room.
Bernice's heart nearly stopped. She couldn't believe what she had just done! She attacked a Pureblood! It was a crime punishable by death!
But it felt so refreshingly good to do it!
She inched toward the men, commotion unfolding from the room they lay just outside of.
"Bernice?" someone called out.
She heard it, but didn't respond, eyes stuck on the dark, sleeping man. Bernice stepped around Malfoy, not even giving him a glance. Even in a magically induced sleep, Blaise looked terribly evil. Her wand was pointed at him, shaking from her trembling hand.
"Bernice?" Though she was now closer to the voice, it sounded a lot further away than it had the first time it had called out to her.
She stared, unblinking, at the man she had been forced to call her husband for the past month and a half. Then Bernice did something she had never done in her entire life. She attacked him, stomping on his face, using such force that his entire body jolted from the impact. She screamed out, doing it again, harder this time. And again, then made another stomp, and another. She continued, over and over, until someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her away from the defenseless man to stop her abuse at Blaise's now bloodied, unrecognizable face.
Bernice broke out into sobs, losing all sense of control, seeking comfort in the arms of a man she had never even met before, immensely relieved to finally be rid of the monster who had haunted the most recent weeks of her life.
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Draco stirred awake, an obnoxious sound disturbing him out of his sleep. He groaned from a pain in his head. He coughed; his throat was severely dry.
"Creet," he sputtered out, his mind foggy. A house elf's crack did not follow his call. "Creet!" he said more firmly, opening his eyes.
He looked around in confusion. He was not in any room he recognized. He groaned again, his head ached with a great deal of pain. Draco went to place a hand to his forehead, but it didn't move. He tried again, grunting. He couldn't move his arm! Nor his other! He couldn't move his legs either! It was as if he was paralyzed!
"So you're awake," a male's voice simply declared.
"What's going on?!" Draco demanded dizzily, now noticing that he was bound to a chair. His pulse picked up, a fear settling into his gut. His memory was slowly returning. "Where's Hermione? Where's my wife?!"
The voice laughed, stepping into view, large hands moved back and forth, and Draco swallowed hard when he noticed where the sound that had brought him out of his slumber was coming from.
"Wife, huh?" The man growled in disgust. "One thing I've learned with you disgusting Purebloods is that you have no respect for the modern times— I saw what you did to her, you slimy, soulless worm! The bruises, the blood, the trauma— and you have the nerve to call Hermione Granger your wife?"
"W-wait," Draco struggled against the binds that kept him bound in a chair. "You're m-mistaken—"
"No," the man shook his head, continuing to work his hands back and forth, filling Draco's ears with the annoying, frightening sound that brought the hairs at the back of his neck up. "Your dictator— of who you support, of who you fought for— forced her to marry you, and you abused her, beating her into submission before you raped her to have your despicable heir. You worms disgust me! You hypocritical, fucking, sick bastards! Well, where I come from, Pureblood—" he said this word with the utmost disgust, "—an eye for a fucking eye!"
"No," Draco pleaded, his eyes widening in horror as the man stepped forward with the two butcher-sized knives that he had been sharpening against each other. "Please!"
"Let's start with that pretty, little face of yours," the man said, pressing the tip of a knife to Draco's cheek, poking it, drawing out blood. "And then we'll work our way down." With his second knife, he trailed down the front of Draco's body, cutting into his suit, creating a shallow slit into his skin and stopping at Draco's belt where he sliced it apart.
Review Responses:
DaFossil:
Well, I don't want to give anything away, so I won't comment on this, but thank you for reading and showing how much passion you have for justice, heh.
ANON - pickles87:
That's a shame that the WIFI goofed up. I would have loved to read what you had to say!
Your envision for Hermione's garden is beautiful, I have one in my mind too. I do hope you won't get too upset when it's revealing -- it is a little different. Thanks so much Patty, beautiful, just beautiful.
Koi:
She's only acting that way under the spell, in no way is our Hermione gone-- just only for the MOMENT, so don't lose hope, I apologize for making her so agreeable. She's being 'drugged', nothing more.
Bernice.... After this chapter, you'll see why she's able to block the spell (Hermione figured it out).
Neville. I originally thought about making Nevvie turned back (insane more like), but I thought afainst it later on. I just can't see him becoming evil. Plus, I love the character so much, and he showed true strength when he was most needed. As for him wanting to erase Hermione's memory, just a a moment in her life time to protect them all, and he knows Bernice has the power to do it. There's a lot to Bernice you don't know yet.

I can't wait to see what you have to say with this chapter, hehe!
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