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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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"What did they do?" Hermione immediately asked, pouncing on Draco as soon as he approached the exterior steps at the back of Malfoy Manor.
"Blaise had intended to let his lust for you go a little too far," Draco supplied, ushering her into the home. The news made her root in place, paling at the thought.
"But you had your wand pointed at Bernie," Hermione said once he had pushed her inside.
"She prefers to be called Bernice," Draco corrected her, rubbing his head, stress apparent on his face.
Hermione set her hands on her hips. "Well, excuse me then— why did you have your wand pointed at Bernice? That poor woman is probably innocent."
"I'm not going to talk about this right now," he told her and started to ascend a case of steps.
"Draco!" Hermione called after him, anger in her voice. "I want you to tell me right now what was going on out there!"
Draco stopped and turned around to face her with narrowed eyes. "You don't want to know, trust me. And you better drop the subject before I confuddle your mind to make you forget about it altogether! All you need to know is that I allowed them to leave the premises unharmed, that alone should make you happy."
Hermione huffed impatiently, watching her husband turn back around to walk off to his office where he spent most of his days locked up in.
"Sometimes I hate you so much!" she yelled at him, furious.
"As if I haven't heard that one before!" he retorted. A slam of a door followed soon after.
Hermione sunk down, sitting on a step, letting out an emotional sob. She felt helpless at times, feeling that, no matter what she did, she had such trouble in making Draco happy. But then, in the next moment, her mind would ask her why she should care if he was happy or not: he was cruel and evil, having done things that were unforgivable.
She wasn't certain he was that cruel though. Else he wouldn't treat his house-elves like did. He was fairly kind to them, and most of the time, he thanked them for their service. Hermione never once heard him raise his voice to any of them. Neither had she seen him raise a hand to them. He never threatened them, and sometimes, he even joked with Stoney (his personal one).
But he threatened her. He had hit her (though, admittedly, he hadn't done it in a while). He ordered her around more rudely than Hermione had ever seen him do to the house-elves. Why did he treat her worse than his elves? Why were they treated better? Was she not trying enough to please him? What did he want from her?
"Why aren't you nicer to me?" Hermione asked when they were eating dinner, sitting at an oversized table. "You treat the house-elves with much more respect."
He gave her a blank look and delicately spooned a bit of soup into his mouth, swallowing before he answered. "Perhaps if you bowed in my presence like they do—"
Hermione stood up from her chair, tears in her eyes. "You're such an arse!" She shrieked, insulted that he would even say that!
"It was a joke, get yourself a bloody sense of humour!"
"I didn't find it funny!"
Draco scoffed. "Obviously not."
"I just can't stand you anymore!" She whirled around, stalking out of the dining area and up to her suite where she threw herself onto the bed, screaming into a pillow.
Why did he hate her so much?!
Because you hate him too, a voice inside her head pointed out to her.
Well, she didn't want to hate him anymore! If she was going to be forced to live with him for the remainder of her life, she'd like it if they could get along better!
Though she tried not to, Hermione cried herself to sleep that night, completely frustrated with Draco.
"Hermione?" The sound of his voice woke her up hours later. "Are you awake?"
"Get out," she muttered, still incredibly upset with him. "I don't want to talk to you!"
Draco ignored her 'request' and turned on a light, making her eyes squint from the abundance of brightness. He sat on the bed and heaved a sigh.
Hermione chose to ignore him, she wasn't going to listen to anything he said!
"The spell is wearing off…"
Unless it's that!
She bolted up into a sitting position, a thousand questions rolling around her head. "Wearing off? How? Why? Is that why you are showing your hate for me again? Has the marriage been annulled? Has he changed his mind?" Hermione gasped in immense fear. "Am I going to be killed now?"
Draco sat, looking at her, letting her spew out question after question until she stopped and realized that he wasn't going to say anything until she did. "Sorry…" she mumbled.
"No, you're not going to be killed," he began to explain quietly, seriousness in his tone. "It is wearing off because you are pregnant."
Hermione clutched her stomach after hearing the word 'pregnant'. She shook her head. It wasn't possible— how could it be possible?!
"No," she denied it. "No, I'm not…"
"Yes, you are," Draco insisted. "The test showed positive two days ago."
"Test, what test?!"
With a simple wave of his hand, Draco summoned up two bottles, a blue and a yellow one. "The pregnancy test," he informed her, also conjuring up two cotton swabs.
Hermione envied his wandless magic abilities. She was currently studying a few spells, wanting to master the art like he had.
"Open," Draco ordered a moment later, holding a cotton swab up to her lips. She obeyed, wanting to see for herself what the test would say. He gently stuck two into her mouth, one at a time, unintentionally tickling her with them before dropping each into a separate bottle.
The blue one glowed; vibrant and deep. Hermione knew then and there that what Draco had said was true. Even in the Magical world, blue meant pregnant.
She didn't tell Draco that she had been casting infertility spells on herself everyday and night for the past two weeks, having found the spell in a book— a type of birth control. Hermione didn't know how it had happened, but it did.
She pulled her knees up to her chest, dazing off, scared of the future, specifically of her child's future as a Death Eater. How could she stop it from happening? Draco said she couldn't, but there had to be a way! She couldn't stand the thought of her child becoming a monster like the rest of them were!
Hermione began sobbing, hopelessness taking over her. "I don't want this!" she sobbed. "I don't! Why can't you monsters just leave me alone?!"
"It'll be alright." Draco took her hand, giving it a tender squeeze. "He won't be a Death Eater…"
Hermione's head snapped up from where it had been buried in her knees, her face wet and red from crying. "What did you just say?"
"We won't let our son become a Death Eater."
She tilted her head at the tiny smile he was giving her. "We?"
Draco leaned forward, grazing his lips against the temple of her head. "We," he emphasized. "You and I."
Hermione wiped her eyes dry, no longer over-emotional, but she was not yet convinced on what he was saying. "But what about the Dark Lord?"
He set a hand up to her cheek, stroking it softly with a thumb. "Do not concern yourself with Him, wife. I'm here to protect you, and as long as you trust me and do everything I say, we'll all be fine. Things can very well change in seventeen years."
"Have you gone mental?!" Hermione whispered, truly worried that he had. "You surely can't believe—" Draco stopped her from go further, connecting their lips together. There was a battle going on in Hermione's mind as she couldn't decide to either fight him off or kiss him back. She didn't have to do either though because he broke the kiss off on his own.
"You're my family now, and like it or not, Malfoys stick together. What else have you got to lose, Hermione? I promise to do everything I can to keep you and our child safe from harm. It's my duty as your husband, and it's my duty as a father."
"Alright," she whispered after thinking it over, resting her chin onto her knees. "I believe you."
She must be crazy, because she actually did believe him. And it annoyed her that she didn't know why. It wasn't like he had a good history of being trustworthy.
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"I'm tired of being asked that question."
"Maybe if you answered it, people would stop asking it."
Draco took a sip of his tea and flipped a biscuit through his flingers. He couldn't answer the bloody question because he didn't know what the answer was. He should have killed them, he would have had every right to, but he had let them walk, without so much as a Crucio casting.
"It is a crime to murder magical blood at the current moment."
"Don't think I don't know the law, Malfoy," Potter said crossing his arms. "I may not be a part of the actual society of You-Know-Who's, but I know what is and isn't against the law— in his eyes, he would have saw that Zabini was trying to mess with a married woman, and you would have had every right to protect—" He stopped himself, inhaling a quivering breath. His eyes closed for a moment. Draco was noticing that Potter did that a lot. "According to law, you have a right to protect what's yours," Potter continued, bitterness layered his voice. "This includes your family." Potter then looked away, turning toward a window of the living room they stood in. "So that's not the real answer."
"I'm supposed to be on your bloody side now, what would the others think if I had killed them?! Unlike some people, Potter, I can actually control my deepest of urges!"
"Unless it has anything to do with Hermione," Potter growled accusingly.
"Or maybe the anger directed at her at the time was because I had just been put through years of abuse myself, including three weeks of constant day and night dueling matches right before I was 'given' her! I hardly was allowed to rest when He announced my fate— my holiday time after four years is this bloody marriage! I worked my arse off all these years, trying to mold myself a secure life, hoping that if I did everything He wanted, He would reward me with what I finally wanted! Oh, He rewarded me alright; made me marry the one person that reminded me everyday that I spent at Hogwarts that my blood meant very little! If a Mudblood can outperform me, what is the point in my purity?!" Draco's breathing had increased to match his angry, throbbing pulse.
"You know all about the Scoreboard," he said, after taking a slow sip of his tea, attempting to calm himself. "She's still above me. The Mudblood is still above me. Yet, when we duel— yes we duel, Potter, nothing harmful, all for fun, if you know what I mean— I always win. Why is that? Why do I always win, if she's the best?"
Potter stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing how to respond. "There's different kinds of magic," he considered reasonably. "Maybe you're better at dueling."
"Placements on the Scoreboard are determined on how well you duel," Draco argued.
Potter took a thoughtful bite of a biscuit. "There's different types of duels too," he said after he swallowed. "You might be better when it comes to practice."
"Meaning she's better at the real ones? That makes no bloody sense, do you realize the shite Death Eaters go through just in practice duels?!"
Potter shrugged carelessly. "Your Master, who is prejudiced against Muggleborns, thought she was the best out of every Pureblood who had been put through the Program; he must have seen something that you do not have."
"What though?"
"Ever thought of just asking him?"
"Of course I have!"
Draco scoffed when Potter gave him a look that said, 'So, why haven't you?'
"He'd think I was second guessing His authority; you don't second guess His authority."
"It will forever be a mystery then."
"She's doing well with the thought of bearing my son," Draco said smugly, abruptly changing the subject just to poke at him.
"We'll just see how she feels about you when this is all over."
"Prepare for disappointment, Potter, she will be mine."
"Go pinch yourself, Malfoy."
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She struggled against the bindings, panting in frustration. "No!"
"I win again," Draco announced arrogantly, tracing his wand along Hermione's cheek.
"Never!" Her eyes narrowed in determination as she tried breaking out of the chains that were pinning her wrists and ankles to the wall.
Draco swatted her forehead with the tip of his wand. "Now, wife, you know the rules of the game—"
"You can't always win!" she spat, struggling. "I have to win too!"
He pressed his body against hers, smirking when she paused all movement, well aware of his hardness. "Perhaps next time then," he whispered, placing a feathery kiss to the nape of her neck. "But for now, you know the rules, Hermione: surrender to your superior."
"You've not won yet!" she contended.
"Now, now, Gryffindor, you're not being fair. I got you pinned to the wall without a wand; our rules state that I have won— shall I draw up them up; must I prove it in wording to you? Wouldn't you be furious with me if I tried the 'that's not fair' card?"
Hermione relaxed some, defeated, knowing he was speaking the truth. "You always win though… How is that possible?"
"You'll just have to try harder next time," Draco said encouragingly, hiking up the hem of her dress, inching his fingers along the smooth skin of her inner thigh. "Are you going to let me have my prize or not?" he asked smugly, sliding his fingers down the slit of her folds.
Hermione shuddered, nodding. "Fair is fair," she announced as he canceled his binding spells and wrapped her legs around his hips.
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"Get off!" Hermione shrieked, attempting to throw Draco off her. The colour of her face had changed from a lusting pink to a sickly green so suddenly that Draco was stunned for a second. "Get off me, dammit!" she screamed this time, swallowing a gasp of air.
He hauled off her, watching as she rolled away from him, hurling her guts out off of the side of the bed. Hermione panted a few times before the hideous sounds of throwing up filled the room once again.
She moaned, pressing the back of her hand to her clammy head. Her stomach and throat burned in pain.
"Are you alright?!" Draco asked, scooting up next to her, setting a hand on her back.
She swallowed down the terrible flavour of vomit and stewed potatoes. Grunting, she nodded to Draco. "I just feel a little sick."
"I'll call a Healer!" Draco leaped out of the bed, stumbling around the room to find his wand. "Where's it?!" he demanded, somewhat hysterically. "Where's my wand?!"
Hermione stretched her arm to the floor, groaning. "Here." She held it out. "Fell off the bed when we were wrestling."
He snatched it, eyeing her over before exiting the room, calling out to Bobby to look over her while he made the call.
"It's nothing to worry about," Hermione told Bobby, guilty that she hadn't thought of it before her husband rushed out to Floo a Healer. "I'm positive that it's just morning sickness."
"Morning sickness?!" Draco snapped a while later when the Healer confirmed Hermione's thoughts. "It's eleven at night, it can't be morning sickness!"
The Healer shrunk back at Draco's threatening tone, standing in a corner, shaking.
"Lord Malfoy," he started in a surprisingly stable voice, "It is just a generic term, the Lady shall only need a bit of rest and some additional potions to replace what she has lost."
"He's right, Draco," Hermione told him from her location at the bed. She went to get out of it to comfort him, but Draco stopped her quickly.
"Stay!" he barked. "The Healer said to rest!" He then had Stoney fetch the potions from his stock that the Healer made a list of to give Hermione.
"So it's the baby then?" Draco asked, timidly climbing back into bed after the Healer had left.
"My body is in the process of adjusting to his presence, yes."
"So this is my fault…" he mused quietly. "I did this to you…"
Hermione let out a snort, causing her head to react with a sharp pain. "You've done a whole lot worse to me, Draco!"
Draco shifted his eyes from his hand that he had been holding up to her face. "Things are different now."
"Are they really?" she asked doubtfully. "Are you really willing to accept me as your wife for as long as we both live?"
"We've no choice, remember?"
"What if you did have a choice though? What if, suddenly tomorrow, you were given the option to get rid of me and marry a real witch; would you do it?"
"No." His answer was immediate without any thought.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, shocked with how quickly he had said it.
"I think we make an excellent team, that is, when we work together. We are the best couple there is, and I think, together, we can do anything."
"You're starting to frighten me a little," Hermione admitted, warily.
He smiled, light shining deep in his eyes. "I'm sorry for hurting you before, I was under a lot of stress, and I didn't understand what the Dark Lord was doing. But now I do, and I can see why he forced us together." Draco leaned toward her and kissed her gently on the lips. "I want to keep you forever and ever."
Hermione couldn't help but to smile, finding his words quite touching. And he had never apologized to her before, which showed a lot.
Maybe he was right… Perhaps he had just been through a lot of stress and had let his emotions take control.
She thought back of the things he had done to help her: he had given her potions to cure her starvation; had Snape come in to tend to the itchy breakout that happened after wearing the collar; he had cooked her a meal after she had been recaptured; he had warmed her up with a spell on the broom ride back to Europe after she had escaped; Draco had done something to her mind when Voldemort made him rape her, making her feel pleasure instead of pain; and lately, he was trying to be less of an arse, actually showing some compassion, something she didn't think he even had.
"I want our son to grow up in a happy home," he announced one afternoon when they were having lunch.
"With a Dark Lord in power? How could he be happy?"
"We will try our best to give him everything we possibly can."
None of this excused his awful actions of the past, but she gave the man some credit; he was doing the best he could to make their situation tolerable. And he was doing a fine job of it. Everyday she spent with him, she was learning that he wasn't all bad. It appeared that he just wanted a normal, peaceful life. One that unfortunately would have to involve her.
Perhaps the idea of being a father was changing him. If that was the case, Hermione didn't mind at all. This Draco was much more easier to get along with.
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