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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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Wait! Wait!" Draco screeched, clamping his eyes shut. "You don't know everything— I protected her!"
He sucked in a breath, wincing at the stinging pain at his dick. Merlin, what is with people and wanting to fuck his cock up?! Is it some fucked up craze?!
"Fine," the man said. Draco opened his eyes, shocked that he was even listening to his pleas. The stranger rose back up to his feet from where he had been kneeling between Draco's legs. "Humour me, Pure; how did you protect her by using her face as your punching bag?!"
Draco blinked. He stopped himself from heaving a sigh of relief. The threat of castration wasn't over though. Not yet.
"I had to pretend I hated her," he explained. "The Dark Lord expected me to be upset with her— he gave her to me and told me to…" He looked away, letting out a shaky sob. "He wanted us to make a baby," Draco whispered in horror. "I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't tell him that!"
The man lunged at him, making Draco jump. His hands clasped around Draco's forearms, his fingers painfully digging in. " And why not?! You're too much of a coward?!"
The man's horrible breath clouded Draco's face, making him cough and force down a gag. "He would have killed her if I had refused her!"
"What's her life matter at all to you?" the man retorted with a sneer. "She's just a Mudblood!"
Draco looked him dead in the eye. He swallowed hard. "Do you have any idea how many lives have been taken before my eyes?" he asked. "The torture; the murders; the blood; severed body parts; screams; laughter?"
The man tried standing up, but Draco had taken his speech as a way to gain control of him, holding him in place with his unblinking eyes so he could not move.
The man was weak minded. He wasn't even trying to break Draco's curse. He probably was incapable of it or didn't know how. Either way, Draco didn't care.
He plunged into the man's mind, learning who he was, why he was here, and of what group he was part of.
So, Mudbloods are forming a rebellion; wouldn't the Dark Lord love to hear about this...
"Where's Hermione?!" Draco demanded to the imbecile.
"I don't know; in one of the new tents, I would presume— close by," he automatically answered.
"Find her, and when you do, return back to me immediately. You will think that it is your leader who has told you to tell me my wife's location, and you will not remember any of this."
"I will not…" the man's voice was distant.
"Now… pick up those bloody tools of yours and take from me what has been commanded of you— but skip over the butchering of my cock, I've no time for games, Mudblood."
He waited hours for the stranger to return, and during that time, Draco developed a plan to get he and his wife away from these Mudblood freaks. But for now, until he knew where Hermione was, he'd have to play the victim: he was a great fighter, but even Draco knew he couldn't fight against a hundred people on his own.
He perked up when he heard the door open, but heard two pairs of footsteps, and not one.
"Please!" Draco cried out, not knowing who it could be this time. He wouldn't be able to control two people without a wand. He struggled against his binds, purposely trying to make it look like he couldn't escape. "I don't know anything more— I told you everything! Please…"
"Merlin, you sound like such a child!"
Draco knew that voice: Blaise's wife… She was with this group of people…?
Then that meant Blaise was somewhere around here too...
A man growled his name. Draco couldn't place the voice of him, though he sounded faintly familiar.
Silence followed. Draco dared not to say anything, though he had discovered from their friend with the butcher knives that he was not to be fatally harmed, but they could get a little violent with him should he not cooperate with them. But they already knew he would sing like a canary as Draco had told the man things that were supposedly secrets that could get him into major trouble with his Lord— of course that was really all hogwash, he hadn't told them much of anything of importance, but these Mudbloods knew no different.
"I just got through with talking to Hermione…"
Draco stiffened. "If I find out that any of you have hurt her, you'll be dead—"
"Because only you can knock her around?!"
The man who spoke with his wife must have been a friend of hers because anyone else would have called her Granger.
Draco had to show remorse, and he couldn't lie about the hitting, not if the man had spoken with Hermione about it. The topic of his abuse had probably been brought up. His wife no doubt had defended him, the spell would make her do it, but her friends would not agree with the excuses she would make for his abuse.
He hung his head down low, trying to look as regrettable as he could manage.
"That was before…"
"Before that bullshit, brainwashing spell?!"
"I keep telling you people!" Draco burst out.
It was going to take him a bit to convince these people to think he had actually changed. What did he have to lose? Until he could escape, he'd have to make them believe that he was no longer the monster they thought he was.
"I don't hate her anymore!"
*/*
Sympathy set in the Weasley's eyes when he saw the sores on Draco's body (it was one of the twins, Draco didn't know which).
"I've been through worse," Draco muttered, playing up with the pity.
It worked with Weasley. Draco grew excited, though he knew not to show it, and continued up his act. Maybe Weasley could get the entire camp to sympathize with him, and he could be set free. Then he could alert the Dark Lord of the rebellion, and they could put a damper to the plans that the Mudbloods have been working on.
Bernie didn't have any pity with Draco though, having been put through enough abuse herself, though Draco didn't have anything to do with that. But Draco was able to string her in when Weasley confronted him of the raping that he had been ordered to do. He pointed out to the woman that he could have a done whole lot worse, mentioning her own rapist.
Got you there, he thought triumphantly when she nodded to his statement after thinking it over.
*/*
They really thought they could take the Dark Lord…
Sure, they seemed to have a big army, but the Dark Lord was powerful, and much more frightening than a hundred Mudbloods and their blood-traitoring friends.
They were crazy to think they could go through yet another war with the Dark Lord. Especially since he was immortal now.
"You're delusional, the Dark Lord can never fall, not since Potter—"
"Harry Potter's still alive…"
Draco lost all control at this point. He laughed hysterically. "What spell did you get conked with?!"
Harry Potter, alive?! Wasn't Potter's entire fan club there when he had died? Did they not see what had happened?
Draco couldn't remember who was all there. All he could remember was the devastation that hit the crowd when Potter's body fell limp to the Dark Lord's curse. So many people—Draco himself— had hoped that Potter would actually pull though.
But deep down, even pass the surface of numbness that came from the resulting end of the war, Draco had known that a 17-year-old man had no chance against the Dark Lord. Which was why he had stuck to the Dark side the entire time: it was the winning side, and his life mattered too much to sacrifice himself for nothing.
And then Weasley transformed...
Harry Potter was really still alive?!
Draco couldn't believe it; he couldn't think straight, he couldn't even talk straight!
"Pot-Potter?! How in Merlin's— but you— I saw Him— He killed you…!"
"We need her, Malfoy…"
*/*
Potter's resurrection sent Draco's thoughts to spiral out of control. Bernie had been just as surprised as Draco was to find out that he was actually alive. Draco wondered how many (or few) people knew that Potter was still amongst the breathing. A feeling of importance flooded through him. He guessed he was one of a few who knew the truth.
Potter wouldn't tell Draco how he survived the killing curse, but it didn't matter to Draco anyway. He was more shocked that The-Boy-Who-Lived was personally asking for his help. It was just to get Hermione on their side since she was loyal to her husband, but it still felt strange— in a good way.
And of course Draco immediately offered to side with him— anything to make Potter go away so he could think. And thinking he definitely needed to do. Draco wasn't sure if he wanted to go with his former plan now. Not the extension of it at least— escaping from this primitive location was an absolute must: he needed to get back to the Manor before the Dark Lord realized they were gone.
So when the stranger with the knives returned, telling him where Hermione was, he attacked the man, and bound him with his own wand— his original plan had been to kill him, but he had reconsidered the idea now that Potter was in the mix of things.
He then cast a few spells on himself, changing his appearance to look like a different person altogether, transfiguring his wrinkled, dirty slacks into some sort of overall jumpsuit that only a Muggle would be caught dead wearing.
With his hair now long and jet black, Draco figured his disguise was good enough to walk around in. There were so many people, they would likely not notice him.
Draco went over to the window, learning it wasn't made of glass, but instead a spell. The sun was starting to set. He wasn't paying attention to that though.
His eyes bore into the tent that his wife was being held captive in.
I'm coming, my dear Hermione. We'll be home before you know it.
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Hermione had positioned herself by the door, listening for any life outside of it, but there had been no noise since the imposter Harry/Fred had left her. Her eyes shifted toward the clock. It was just minutes before 8:30, the time she had been told when she should expect her meal. Her stomach was growling, which had been voicing its annoyance as soon as she made her post at the door an hour before where she waited for someone to step through. She held the curtain rod firmly in her sweaty hands, growing nervous with every second that passed.
Surely this was going to work…
But what if it wasn't heavy enough?
She'd only need to startle them with it long enough to steal their wand.
"What are you going to do with that?"
The curtain rod slipped from her hands and made a dull thud when it hit the carpeting at the floor. She cocked her head toward the voice, widening her eyes at the man standing by the window.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, picking the rod back up quickly, arming herself.
"Oh, right…" the man waved his wand and his black hair turned blond, shortening considerably. Then half of his clothing disappeared, revealing her husband.
"What have they done to you?!" she shrieked, noticing that he had blood-seeping sores all over the exposed part of his body.
"I've no time to explain!" he said in a rush. "They're coming to kill you! I barely managed an escape myself! We've got to get out of here, Hermione, these people are nuts!"
He extended out his arm, gesturing for her to take it, but the door was being unlocked next to her.
"There they are now!" Draco whispered, joining her side, a wand held firmly in his hand.
The imposter Harry/Fred stepped in who was currently walking around 100% as Harry. "Hermione—"
Draco and Hermione both attacked him: Draco sent a spell, and Hermione swung the curtain rod. The imposter was able to block Draco's spell with a tray of food, but the curtain rod to the back of his knees made him lose his balance. He fell forward.
Two people came barging in to help the imposter, and Draco stopped them with two, quick freezing spells.
"Grab a wand, wife," Draco ordered, pointing his wand at the imposter. "You'll more than likely need it."
"Hermione, don't do this; Malfoy, you said—"
Draco silenced the man. "I don't know who this man is, but he is an arsehole for using your dead friend as a way to fool you."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the man, thinking the same. "You are very cruel," she added emotionally with tears in her eyes.
"Let's get out of here!" Draco said hurriedly when sirens started going off. He helped her climb out of the window.
"Hey!" someone shouted, spotting them once they were outside. "Guys, they're over here!"
Hermione took off running.
"The parameter!" Draco called after her, shooting off spells behind them. "If we can get out of the warding, we can then apparate away from here!"
Hermione stupefied a woman who appeared in her path. She pointed the wand out ahead of her, calling out, "The edge!" A spell flew out of the wand, and Hermione rushed to follow it.
There were lots of shouts now as people attempted to stop them. Hermione and Draco weren't fast enough, easily becoming surrounded by numerous of witches and wizards, throwing spells their way in order to recapture them.
Hermione was pulled backward against Draco's chest, and a blue see-through orb encased around them, blocking off incoming spells.
"What do we do?" Hermione asked, facing her husband. Her eyes caught sight of one of the sores on his cheek making her frown.
"The impostor and his friends did this to me," he told her, panting. "I couldn't let them do it to you too…"
Hermione's eyes filled with tears. The real Harry would never inflict such pain.
"Granger!" a woman shouted.
Hermione turned to see a red headed woman, dressed in black leather, stalking her way to them.
"Any ideas, wife?" Draco asked, his grey eyes unmoving from the approaching woman.
"We're not going to harm you…" the woman called out coaxingly.
"Hermione!"
"Neville!" Hermione gasped, recognizing the voice.
Draco cast a blinding light out around them, stopping her from being able to look for her friend in the crowd. He gripped her shoulders firmly. "Listen to me, these people are not your friends; understand?"
Hermione felt the pressure of an invasion inside her head. She groaned uncomfortably.
"Stop," she pleaded him.
Draco ignored her request, plunging deeper into her mind. You must realize how terrible these people are… Draco's voice echoed throughout her head.
An image of a knife cutting into Draco's skin entered her mind right then, paring his skin as if it were an apple.
"We'll get rid of you, bit by bit!" Harry sneered while Draco cried out in pure agony.
"And when we're finished with you, we'll start on your wife!" Neville added excitedly.
Hermione blinked rapidly as he released her from his legilimency spell, feeling a flood of dizziness rush throughout her head.
"You see?" her husband asked, gently rubbing his hands up and down her shoulders. "They are not your real friends. They are fakes who are trying to traumatize and torture you!"
Hermione nodded. "Let's get out of here," she breathed bravely. "I know how to do it, you'll need to lift the shield, but keep on the blinding spell; they won't see what happens that way, it'll confuse them even more after our departure."
He removed his shielding spell, doing as she said, trusting her. Hermione had incredible talent when it came to escaping.
She clutched his hand tightly, a determined look on her face, and pointed the wand right to the sky. "Ascendio!"
Their bodies were jerked up into the sky, and as soon as they felt the real desert climate, Draco apparated them away.
They hugged after landing outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, chests heaving from exhaustion, hearts pounding in relief.
"We did it," Hermione whispered, pulling away to smile at him. She then healed his wounds, not able to stand the sight of them any longer.
Draco looked down at his arm where one had been. He brushed his fingers over the now smooth spot.
"Just barely," he admitted, distracted by his thoughts.
"Can I keep the wand?" she asked hopefully, clutching it to her chest, ready to put up a fight if he forbid it of her.
"Hmm?" Draco hadn't heard her.
"Please let me keep the wand; I feel I've earned it."
"Oh…" He looked at her with piercing eyes. Then he nodded. "You may keep it," he decided and then turned toward the gates which instantly flew open when he did it. Draco stalked through them, saying nothing more.
"What are you going to do now?" Hermione asked, racing after him. An excited happiness paraded through her for finally being allowed to carry a wand like a real witch.
"I'm going to send an owl."
"Oh, right. To the Dark Lord. He should know of this—"
She halted her walking, startled when he flew around, a threatening look on his face. "The Dark Lord shall not hear about this!" he hissed.
"But—"
He rose his wand at her, and not even a second later, Hermione's vision was clouded with a whiteness. She suddenly felt extremely tired.
*/*
"Thought I told you to come alone?"
"What the fuck was that, Malfoy?!" Potter snapped, spittle flying out of his mouth. "Why did you tell her that I was an imposter?! Why did you take her from a safe place, and why did you escape— everyone's so furious, myself included!"
"We'll talk another time then," Draco casually offered, backing up with his wand held out. In the Muggle alley they had met up in, Draco could see Potter had two others with him. They hid horribly. A foot was seen poking out from behind a rubbish tin, and there was a woman looking out of a window two stories up in the apartment building they stood right outside of.
"Let me know when you want to talk alone."
"Blast you, Malfoy!" Potter growled in frustration. He walked up to Draco, stopping just in front of him. "It wasn't my idea to bring extra people," he muttered.
"Maybe you'd win more battles if you actually made your own decisions instead of doing what everyone else says for you to do."
"As if you have room to talk?!"
"Your side preaches freedom, the Dark Lord has offered no such thing."
Draco held out his hand in a form of a handshake. "Since you ruined my trust in you, perhaps, if you still wish for Hermione to be on your side in the upcoming war, you should enlist some trust in me."
"Potter!" someone called out; a warning for him to walk away while he still could.
Potter fidgeted, clearly at a loss of what he should do.
"Your move, Potter," Draco dared him, smirking at his uneasiness, finding a delight in watching him squirm under the pressure.
Review Responses:
AKxx:
Yeah, his name is Taboo, of course, but not in protected areas (such as the M.U camp).
Your 'concerns' about Draco were addressed in this chapter :P
I don't think it's looking good at all for Blaise, lol.
Jordan, lol, she's a character of her own; with her own plans for the future. *clears throat and shifts eyes*
Character deaths, huh? Well... I'm not that far into it, lol.
Louanne:
Your suggestion has already been floating around my head. No promises, though-- btw, I actually quite like Ginny. **hearts** But I feel Bernie deserves a little bit of happiness too.
Alycase2012:
Happy to know you're liking it so far :)
jen7:
As you put it, "the tide is coming'. How fast it rises, though, we shall see... **swallows hard**
Shalyndria:
Really, you think so? Very cool! I am totally excited to show ya more!
ANON - on September 18, 2016 ' i am absolutely in love with this story. ':
Wow, a lit major is impressed with my work? 0.o I am surprised. There are plenty of errors in this story though, but I will admit (not that I am pretentious or anything...) that I don't use a beta for this story.
About Draco's character: I kept getting annoyed with people dissing Draco, and Rowling's crappy opinion about him (even post Hogwarts, Harry seemed to lighten up about him, and Draco seemed 'cool' 19 years later), so out of 'spite', I decided to make him the cruel bastard that everyone wanted him to be. Not doing half a bad job, if I do say so myself. Though, in reality, I know, even by Rowling's opinion, Draco is not nearly as bad as I write him in this story (he couldn't kill Dumbledore in canon, after all).
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