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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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Their hideaway camp had been set up in one of the hottest, uninhabited deserts of the world, safely tucked away, miles and miles from any sort of civilization.
No one would find them, no one would even think that anyone in their right mind would want to be here. It was hot and extremely dry, feeling no different than being locked up in an oven at the peak of the day. There was no water and food source, everything they used had to be imported, but there was an unofficial rule to bring an essential with you when you came to the camp. This insured that the supplies never got low.
With magic, the magic of several powerful witches and wizards, they had been able to make their claimed area liveable, ceasing off the parameter and controlling the temperature inside it.
Charms had been cast, concealing them, and thanks to Bernice (who had spent the last few weeks with the most successful Snatcher known to man, giving them info), Muggleborns Unite knew of the latest spells and devices that were currently being used to find people.
They really believed that they were safe for the time being. Or at least most of the group did, but then again, some were arrogant and incredibly egoistic, often underestimating the enemy's next move.
Constant vigilance, Longbottom was often reminding Bernice, as if she hadn't been living in it for the past few years of her life.
Bernice entered one of the many tents, blinking from the sudden darkness of it, eyes having been adjusted to the brightness of the day— getting here had been a long walk, since this was the first and original camp that M.U. had created, thus being the largest. There were nearly two hundred tents scattered around the camp.
She went deeper in, knowing where she was going, even though this specific tent she had never been in. All of the tents were the same though: three, separate sleeping quarters, each having its own bathroom, and a place for the bunkers to sit and converse. The tents weren't exactly small— in fact, for a tent, they were rather huge— but they were simple, and that was the way most of the members liked it. It was easy to add on to the camp while also making it easy to pack it up should they ever need to.
She passed the sitting room and went straight ahead, stopping when she seen two men in her way. They stood at the door to the room she wanted to go in. Bernice knew one of the men. She had not realized that he had been reassigned to this freshly built tent. Travis Topper was his name, and he was the man who was to blame for everything wrong in her life…!
Bernice drew out her wand, making the two men do the same, the second man who she didn't know looked at her in confusion, wondering why she would do such a thing.
"Hi, Bernie," Travis greeted as if they were about to sit down for tea. He smiled at her with half his mouth, trying to look apologetic.
"I told you never to speak to me again," Bernice growled lowly. "And don't call me that. Ever."
The second man started shaking a little, frightened of Bernice's tone, but Travis only smiled wider.
"Now you can't really be that upset with me, can you, sugar bear?"
Bernice answered by snapping her wrist, shooting a flame at his head to which he blocked without even a twitch of his body.
"I can see that you're still a little angry," he noted, stepping forward. He was going to attempt to try sweet-talking his way out of trouble, but Bernice knew him too well to fall for that.
"Come near me another step, Travis, and I will kill you!"
He smartly stood in place, knowing her threats were real. "You know I would never—"
"I don't want to hear it, I didn't come to speak with you! Get out of my way!" Bernice got into her fighting stance. She had given him the warning, but Travis wasn't going to move from his post. Travis made a good watchman. His friends had nicknamed him 'The Watchdog'.
"Don't do that," Travis said softly. "Don't make me fight you, Bernie, you know that I love—"
Bernice conjured up a large rock, sending it racing toward Travis's head. He ducked out of its way. The rock crashed into the door behind him. Bernice looked at the dent in the door it had made and determinedly licked her lips. She had to get in there!
"What'd you do that for?!" Travis demanded, pretending to be shocked by her action. "It's no wonder you have issues, woman! A man goes to tells you that he loves you, and you go all nuts on him!"
Bernice clamped her jaw together. "You don't love me," she said through her teeth. "You never have."
"Now Bernie—"
Bernice, without any movement of her wand, sent a flame out of the tip of it, shooting it at Travis, and since he didn't see her move the wand before hand, he couldn't block the spell in time. The flame grazed over the top of his sandy blond hair, lighting it on fire.
"You're crazy, you know that?!" Travis hollered out in frustration when he saw that he no longer had hair. "The craziest bitch out there!"
"I certainly wasn't born this way," Bernice told him. "Now move."
Travis lifted his chin up in defiance. "I will not. I have orders."
"I could care less."
"We can't foul up Jordans plans."
"Fuck Jordan." As soon as she had said it, Bernice regretted it. It was bad to disrespect Jordan. No one spoke about Jordan like that.
In fact, because Jordan was so highly respected, the man standing next to Travis let out a quiet gasp. "You-You have gone mad!" he squeaked. "Oh, Travis, we need to get her help! Maybe she's spent too much time with the Pures!"
"Settle down." Travis shook the man's hand off his arm, looking at Bernice.
"You should talk to someone," he advised to her gently. "Obviously, you're not as strong as I thought—"
"How dare you!" Bernice screeched, tears instantly clouding her eyes. "You insensitive, arse!" She started a series of attacks, not even caring about what she was casting, letting her magic take control, angry with Travis for what he had done to her, for what he had done to her family— for the cause of her little sister's death!
"I hate you!" she screamed in roaring anger. "You should burn in Hell!"
"Bernie, don't!" Travis pleaded, only able to block half her attacks, hissing in pain when the other attacks hit him. "You need help! Stop this! Oh, God, what have the Pures done to your sense of mind?!"
Then there was a thump, and Travis went silent. Bernice wiped the tears from her eyes, clearing her vision to see what had happened. Travis was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open and glassy.
The man next to him was stuttering incoherent words, thinking she had killed Travis. To Bernice's disappointment, the bastard was still breathing.
"This is your only chance to get out of here, else I'll do the same to you," she muttered to the whimpering in man, not informing him that his comrade was perfectly okay.
The man stumbled out of the tent quickly.
Bernice straightened her dress out, feeling somewhat pleased with herself. She unlocked the door, opening it, and stepped over Travis's 'frozen' body.
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Hermione woke up with a bit of a foggy head. Her mouth was dry. She tried wetting it, but it was a useless attempt.
She rolled out of bed, making her way to the bathroom for a drink but walked right into a dresser. Hermione narrowed her eyes in confusion. She didn't remember a dresser being at this location in the bedroom.
She looked around, realizing her mistake. The room she was in wasn't Draco's bedroom. In fact, she was fairly certain it wasn't a part of Malfoy Manor at all. Everything in it was plain and ordinary, nothing that Draco would waste his time on buying.
So where was she? What had happened the night before (or was it day? She couldn't remember anything from the previous day)?
Hermione was alone in the small sized room, which was smaller than the tiniest bathroom that Draco even owned.
"Draco?" she called out his name, hoping he was somewhere where he could hear her.
He didn't reply.
She did find a bathroom to relieve her bladder and swallow a few gulps of water.
They hadn't gone on some wild vacation, had they?
No… Draco wouldn't be caught dead in something so… primitive.
Where is he anyway?
She went to a door that she assumed was the way out but found it was locked.
How odd…
Hermione checked out the window next (which she had learned it had been made from a spell and wasn't a real window), finding it locked too. She looked out it, gasping at what she saw.
Sand and tents were all she could see for possibly miles.
Draco wouldn't come to a place like this. He wouldn't bring her to a place like this.
A lump homed itself in her throat. This place reminded her too much of one of those Snatcher camps she heard stories about.
Then she saw a person. A clean person with Muggle wear. Relief settled her stomach and calmed her pulse. She was able to swallow the lump away.
This wasn't a Snatcher camp.
But then what was it? It couldn't be good, could it? She was locked up in a room. Why would she be locked up like a prisoner?
Had she ran away again and was being punished? She promised Draco she wouldn't, but who knew what happened the day before. Those memories were gone.
I must have been obliviated...
She was sure of it now. It explained everything. The dry mouth, the foggy head, the lack of memory.
She had to find out what happened during the time of her memory loss!
Hermione went to the door, pounding on it. "Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!"
A loud thump came from the other side of the door in response. "Quiet down in there!" someone barked out.
Murmuring followed. Hermione couldn't make out the words. Only voices. A female and a male's. They appeared to be arguing, over what, she didn't know.
"Let me out of here!" Hermione demanded.
No one replied back. The voices stopped talking. All was silent.
Hermione stepped back, looking at the lock of the door. If she had a wand, she could easily unlock it, but obviously she didn't have one, and hadn't had one in weeks.
If only she knew some wandless unlocking spells… When she had the chance again, Hermione was definitely going to research a load of spells that would require no wand to cast. Those spells usually weren't very powerful and were useless against those with wands, which was why she had busied herself with learning more useful spells, but they would have been nice to know for a time like this one.
Who would have thought she'd ever not have her wand?
But that was something she should have thought of— what if I didn't have my wand with me, such as a time like right now?
She was paying the price for her lack of forethought.
Not as if she had had much spare time to think of much though; how many times was she, Harry and Ron in trouble, needing to save their lives and others? And then after their deaths— Hermione swallowed back a sob at the thought of them no longer with her— it hadn't gotten any better; she had always been on the run, hiding from the Dark Lord and helping those she had stumbled across.
Hermione had always been one step ahead until Blaise caught her, and after that…
Draco.
She balled up her fists and pounded on the door once more. "What do you want?! Where's my husband?! When the Dark Lord finds out about this, you'll all be in some terrible trouble!"
Hermione stopped immediately. Something dawned on her right then. Her pulse started racing in sudden fear.
When the Dark Lord found out that she was not at the Manor with Draco, He would be upset. These people keeping her imprisoned weren't going to be the only ones that were going to be in trouble with the Dark Lord. She and Draco would be punished too!
Frantically, Hermione once again started pounding on the door. "Please let me out! I have to get back to the Manor!"
The door did not open, and no one spoke out to her.
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The light was not on, the shades had been drawn to keep the sun from heating up the room with its solar effects, but even though it was pitch dark, Bernice knew where he was; his breathing gave out his location.
He had called out to her, but Bernice had not responded, remaining silent as she crept toward him with her wand pointed out.
He was grunting, not from fear, but from his exhausting efforts to break out of whatever device Jordan was keeping him shackled up with.
"Your attempts to escape are useless," Bernice dryly told him. She almost smiled, somewhat pleased to see him getting a dose of his own medicine, dangling on a fishing hook and being tossed out into a body of water, all just to be eaten alive by some hungry beast.
"Bernie?" He had stopped grunting, stopping movement altogether, and she stood in place, letting him sit in silence with confused thoughts rolling around his head.
How many times had he done this to his own victims?
"Is this some strange sex game you've come up with?" he spoke with amusement, relief now in his voice. "That's actually incredibly sexy, shy bird. I'm proud! These chains are awfully tight though, how about you loosen them a little? My hands are starting to tingle— and not in the good way."
Bernice shined a light beam at the place where Blaise's voice was coming from. The brightness of it made him squint his eyes. The swelling of his face had been magically cured— not by her; she would have never healed him, not willingly!
Bernice quickly shut the beam off when she saw that he had been stripped of all his clothing, evidence of his excitement apparent, standing erect.
"The chains, Bernie," he reminded her softly, almost demanding it of her.
Bernice grit her teeth and pictured the chains turning his hands purple.
He gasped out, huffing in pain. "Loosen them!" Blaise said, panting. "Not tighten!"
"That's the least of your worries," Bernice muttered. "It's time to play a little game, and this time, you're it!"
She flicked her wand, sending a curse to him: the pain of a hundred needles poking him.
"Ah! What are you—" He hissed out, pausing his words, and thudded his head against the wall that he was chained up to. "—doing?!"
"Playing," Bernice answered simply. "Let me think… what else can I do…?" she wondered out loud, mimicking what he used to do to his own helpless victims. "Oh, I know! Razor blades...! Won't that be fun, Blaise?"
"On me?" he squeaked.
"Well, sure, isn't that how the game is played?"
"Maybe we should play a different one," Blaise said coaxingly, his voice slightly shaking, yet Bernice could tell he was quite turned on by this all.
She almost shuddered. He was such a freak.
"How about you let me free, and give me a wand, then you and I can have a duel, and whoever wins, gets to be on top— how's that sound, shy bird? Fair?"
"No. After all the times you tied me to the bed…?! I think not! My turn's definitely due!"
"Come now, Bernie, I never did anything like this to you. I was gentle with you, you are my wife—"
She crucio'ed him, making him scream, and Bernice pulled up the shades with a spell so she could watch him suffer.
"No," Bernice told him with she lifted the curse, finding some pleasure in listening to his hard breathing and soft whimpers. "I am not your wife! And I'll have you know that I had the baby killed!"
He looked at her with widened eyes, in complete astonishment over her announcement.
"You do not mean mine?"
"Whose else would I mean?"
Blaise was looking at her in deep concern now. "How could you— That child… he was yours too! And… oh, Merlin, Bernie! The Dark Lord is going to be so angry! Why? Why would you kill our baby?!" Tears filled his eyes then. He was really upset with the news.
But Bernice didn't have any remorse. "The baby was not mine," she snarled darkly. "It was never going to be mine. It was never going to be yours! And surely, positively, it was never going to be ours!"
"What's gotten into you?!" he cried out. "Look," Blaise adjusted his tone to a firm, desperate one. "If we restart now, He'll never know you killed the baby. We'll just tell Him he was born a bit late— yes, we'll do that! Alright, Bernie, love, let me go, and we can both forget this ever happened! I won't tell, you won't tell, no one will ever know you killed the baby!"
"Except for maybe me," a different voice spoke up off to the side of the room.
A woman in leather pants and a matching jacket stood with her arms folded across her chest. Long, wavy, red hair was flowing down the sides of her shoulders. She snapped a piece of pink, bubble gum in her mouth, eyes set on Bernice.
"Hello, Jordan," Bernice greeted quietly.
Jordan raised her thin, red eyebrows in question. "Do you realize how much trouble you're in, Bernice?"
"And just who are you?!" Blaise demanded.
Jordan didn't even look his way. She lifted her palm up and curled her fingers into a scratching motion. Blaise screamed out in pain. On his face were now four scratch lines; blood dripping from each one.
Jordan motioned Bernice out of the room. "Serious trouble," the woman emphasized to Bernice.
Bernice dropped her eyes to the ground and rushed out, wanting to be anywhere but there.
"My office," Jordan directed the woman.
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Hermione tried everything she could think of to break out of the room, even picking the lock with a couple of bobby pins she had found in a drawer of the bathroom, but after several hours of trying, none of her ideas had worked.
She was still in the process of picking the lock when the knob turned, making her jump. She quickly stuffed the pins behind her ear and stood up to see who her captor was.
Her jaw dropped. Her heart stopped.
"Hi, Mione," the man greeted, closing the door behind him.
"I thought… I thought you were—"
"Shh!" Fred shushed her, looking behind his back as if expecting someone to pop in behind him. "Technically speaking, Fred is dead."
"George then?"
"No…" the redhead answered slowly in a hushed whisper. "I'm just… posing as Fred, since… not everyone knows of his… passing."
"Who are you?!" Hermione asked. "You have some nerve! You have no respect for the dead! And—" she cut herself off, covering her mouth. Her voice had reached such a high level in her state of disbelief. She was trying not to cry.
"You monster!" Hermione shrieked, lunging out at the man who was pretending to be one of her dead friends.
Fred had been like a brother to her!
"Hermione! Hermione!" the man said, blocking her hits to his chest. "It's alright! Look. Look at me!"
She paused long enough to look up; something weird was different about "Fred's" eyes. She backed, bumping against the edge of the bed, covering up her face. "I'm losing my mind!" she declared. "You're dead! I watched you die!"
"I know," the man said. "But that wasn't exactly… me…"
"Was—Wasn't you? What are you talking about?! Of course it was you! Who else would it have been, if not you?!" Hermione balled herself up on to the bed. "Just get out!" she screamed. "Get out now! You are crazy and evil! How could you pull off such a terrible joke?!"
"It's not a joke!" the man insisted, growing annoyed. "Sirius died for me, okay?! It's not a fucking joke!"
"Leave me alone! I want Draco! Where's my husband?! What have you done with him?!"
"God, Hermione…" the man's voice trailed off. He sounded full of guilt. "If I had known you would take off like you had done… It took me ages to find you… and then… I heard… I can't apologize enough… I should have just let Voldemort kill me…"
Hermione lifted her head up, blinking back forming tears, eying him over.
"I trusted them," he continued. "It was a dumb mistake; they said it would give me time to prepare myself, but… it's done nothing except make things worse," he went on, confessing his guilt.
But all Hermione could think of was…
I've truly gone mad.
Review Responses
From ANON - on August 23, 2016:
Haha! That may just happen!
DaFossil :
It has been doing that for a few months now, don't know what it is. Seems to be a bug though. very frustrating :(
From ANON - pickles87 on August 24, 2016 (Patty):
Your first question was answered in this chapter :)
The second: He's just an 'extra' for now.
KOI:
Hermione fought the spell for as long as she could. When she kissed Draco (he tricked her into it, knowning she was on the BRINK of snapping), she lost all her control. She's still able to think like Hermione would, but she's not able to ACT on the hate she has for Draco.
Haha, I love my plot twists! This chapter has a big one!

From ANON - jen7:
Thank you, thank you! :)
silversal
LOL Twilight Zone, I have actually NEVER watched that. To be honest, I get a lot of my plot twists from the short 4 months of a soap opera I used to watch. I am beginning to think I could write for one, haha.
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