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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70407 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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"I thought I told you to bathe?!"
Hermione lifted her chin up defiantly. "I did. Can't you see my hair is wet? Dripping even?!" She grabbed a handful of her hair, wringing it out to show him. "Not that I did it to follow your command," she added. In truth, she hadn't had a real bath in forever, and the tub had looked quite inviting. She had argued with herself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her actually doing what he had ordered of her, but the idea of being clean for once was much more trumping than the thought of his moment of victory.
Her home that had burnt down had not had any piping in it, so all the water that they needed had to be hauled from the stream down a hill on the land she and Samual had lived on, or collected from the rain in a few pots, pans, and bowls (whatever they could find that would store water). Simple clean up was all they were able to do.
"You still smell disgusting," he snarled after taking a sniff of the air.
"I smell just fine, and you know it. It would just kill you to actually admit it."
"No," he declared. "I don't know where you got that fragrance from, but I detest the scent of jasmine, and I forbid you from wearing it from this day on."
"This is my body," Hermione said stiffly. "And I will wear whatever the hell I wish!"
"You are not a free being, Mudblood. I own your filthy body, and you will do exactly what I say."
"I'm not some child, Malfoy—"
"You're a slave," he corrected her. "The Dark Lord gave you to me. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you."
Hermione snorted. "What a deserving reward. A Mudblood. He sure values you, doesn't he?" Sarcasm clung to her voice.
She watched Malfoy's eyes narrow darkly. He gave her a dangerous look. "You will not talk about the Dark Lord like that! He is to be respected! Especially by you! You would have been tortured to death if it weren't for his decision to let me have you!"
"And what exactly is to happen of me now, Malfoy?" she asked mockingly. "Having to see you everyday is going to be torture enough. I'll be lucky if I survive a week here. You have no control over your emotions, and it's not like I have anyone to care about me anymore."
"Yes, you got all those who cared for you killed. Your own family too. Seems unfair for you to be standing in Malfoy Manor, soaking up in the laps of luxury, huh?"
His comment brought tears to her eyes. How those words stung her right square into the heart. He was right. If they hadn't supported her side of the war, standing up for her 'kind', they would all still be here. And her parents, her aunt and uncle, her little cousins... They were all dead because of her.
And Samual... The tears slipped from her eyes, thinking about him. She had promised his dying father that she would protect him, and raise him to be a good man. She failed that. Death Eaters killed Muggles. She knew it, and witnessed it. They wouldn't keep Samual alive for her . She was nothing in their eyes. Nothing but a speck of dirt.
"Did you hear me?!" Malfoy's harsh voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"I wasn't paying you any attention," she bravely told him, wiping away a tear.
He flicked his wand at her, immobilizing her, then stalked to her, grabbing at the collar placed around her neck, and began walking.
"Let me go!" Hermione shrieked, feeling the now familiar straining pain at her throat.
"Shut it!" Malfoy ordered as she fell to the floor, unable to walk with him. He drug her behind him into the bathroom and heaved her into the tub, no doubt, bruising her entire back in the process, due to the slam against the hard bottom of the tub.
Malfoy sneered in disgust at her and magically removed the bathrobe that she had put on after her bath.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Hermione hissed, feeling defenseless since she was still under his immobile spell. She couldn't even cover herself. She looked away in sudden shame. No man had ever seen her naked before. "Give me back my clothes, Malfoy!" A fear crept up into her. She had heard stories of women getting brutally raped, both during and after the war. Malfoy was a murderer. If he was capable of that he could sexually mess with her. But he had found her to be so incredibly disgusting that she had never even thought of him doing such an act against her.
Until now. Now that he had disrobed her and was looking at her in disgust.
"Malfoy." Hermione's voice was quiet now, almost pleading him to recollect his thoughts. She wasn't liking his unchanging look that she saw with every glance she made his way when she dared to. Pure hate. Complete loathsomeness. She did not like her current physical placement under his savage eyes.
He hadn't moved an inch, except for his eyes. She didn't know how long he had been looking at her for.
She was starting to shake, unable to hide her fear. "Stop." A high whisper was all that she could manage. She was sure that he was going to do it. Out of pure spite, just to destroy what little dignity she still had managed to possess.
Her throat was closing up. Her breathing became laboured. She started gasping for air. Her vision then got all blotchy, his snarling face disappeared from Hermione's sight soon after.
Everything went black.
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Draco couldn't take his eyes off her. Her naked body was not as filthy as he originally thought it would be. In fact, she didn't look any different than the witches he had shagged in his past. The nipples on her breasts looked no different than any of the Pureblood witches. Her belly button didn't. Neither did the bushy hair at her sex. Granted, she was excessively skinny (he easily saw the point Severus had made to him earlier). Her skin hung off her bones, barely having any muscle, and he saw too many ribs showing. Too much hipbone too. She did have curve though, that was a plus in his book, meaning when she put weight back on, she would look more better. Possibly even enough for him to shag— if he did it quickly.
He shifted his eyes back to her nipples. They were poking out now as goosebumps flushed across her skin. He didn't know if it was from fear or the cold from the solid stone of the tub that he had hurled her into.
He growled in annoyance. If he was going to do anything to her, he'd need to get that jasmine smell off her. It canceled out any potential arousal that could ever possibly occur with him. Not that he found her attractive perse. The thought of burying his cock into her cunt made his gut burble in sickness.
Draco took in a breath, suppressing the urge to throw up. He saw that her eyes were closed now. Draco didn't believe her to be sleeping, and after a simple diagnostic spell, he learned that she had fainted due to hyperventilation.
Pointing his wand, he sprayed her with an icy stream of water to wake her up. She rose up from the bottom of the tub, shrieking out, gasping for air.
"You will use a different body wash this time, Mudblood," he told her, canceling the water spell, smirking at her shivering body. He'd never seen nipples so hard before. They were blue now, probably stiff enough to cut through glass.
Her teeth began to chatter. She covered her exposed breasts by crossing her arms, doing the same with her legs to hide herself from his piercing stare. He didn't care. He had a long enough study of her body while she was 'out'.
Draco levitated a bottle of body wash to him and set it on the ledge of the tub. "This is what you'll use from now on. Nothing else."
"I'm al-al-already cl-clean," Hermione insisted, stuttering her speech.
He leaned over the tub, gripping her collar, scowling at the smell in her choice of fragrance. "Listen here, and listen good," he growled darkly. "You either do it yourself, the way I want, or I will do it for you." He roughly released her and conjured up three scrub brushes. "I'll just show you for future reference on what to expect if I have to do it. Okay?" With magic, the body wash was generously poured onto each scrub brush before they attacked her, aggressively scrubbing every inch of her. She held back her cries for longer than Draco would ever give her credit for, but once her skin became red from the roughness of the washing, she screamed out in utter pain while the brushes raked against her tender flesh.
When all he could smell was green apples, Draco ceased the spell, grinning at the sight of her. She was glowing as bright as a Halloween jack-o-lantern now. The sobs she was trying to swallow made him even more giddy, simply because she was failing miserably at it.
He doused the Mudblood with another spray of ice, cold water, rinsing her before throwing her a fresh bathrobe, muttering at her to cover her hideous, gross looking body, claiming he'd go blind if he had to see it for another second. The Mudblood instantly responded, trembling from the cold, eager to conceal her body from him.
"You will bathe every day, twice a day, morning and night." He then hauled her out of the tub, dragging her behind him again and into the sitting room.
"Now, you will eat," Draco told her when she was finally released. She had stood up immediately, glaring daggers at him.
"Y-You c-call me f-filthy?!" she snapped, shivering. "After wh-what you j-just did?! You're th-the d-d-disgusting t-toad t-turd! N-not m-me!"
Draco stalked over to her and attempted to backhand her across the face, but she blocked it with her forearm and instead gave him a slap on his cheek. "Don't t-touch m-me!"
In fury, he snatched a handful of her hair. "You stupid, fucking Mudblood!" he shouted in pure rage. "How dare you strike me!" He smacked her so hard, that the wind was blown from her lungs. Draco pressed her back to his body, squeezing her cheeks together, purposely applying pressure to her now tender face.
The Mudblood wailed out and fought against him. "Let me go, you coward!" Her limbs flailed about, connecting to nothing.
Finally he pushed her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach. The Mudblood clutched her arms around her waist, moaning in pain.
Draco stood above her, panting in anger. She made no more move to fight him. He kicked her again for good measure, grunting as a more pathetic cry erupted from her.
"Please," the Mudblood whispered tearfully. "Please stop."
He knelt down, grabbing at her collar. "I'll be forgiving, this just once. You WILL eat, now." He pulled her back up to her feet and led her to a desk, calling out to one of his house-elves to fetch her a tray of prepared food, pushing her into the desk's chair.
"I'm giving you a place to stay, a place to keep clean, and food to fill your gut. The least you will do is show me respect."
She said nothing, staring at the wall that the desk was set up against.
"Did you not hear me, Mudblood?!"
"I heard you perfectly," she answered through a clenched jaw.
"Then thank me for the hospitality I have shown you."
She snorted in derision. "You're hilarious!" The Mudblood shook her head in disbelief, without looking at him.
"I suppose the Cruciatus curse ought to put some sense into that worthless mind of yours!" Draco threatened, taking his wand back out.
She turned her head to eye his wand in wariness. The Mudblood's lip trembled. She was scared of it, but still was too stubborn to show him any respect.
"Cructio!" The Mudblood tumbled from the chair, convulsing, flapping like a fish out of water. She screamed, loud and long. "Give up?" he asked, after releasing the spell.
"F-Fuck yourself, M-Malfoy!" she spat hoarsely.
So he sent her screaming again, his curse lasting longer this time, her scream too. This went on two more times until she was actually crying, sputtering up mucus from both her nose and mouth. "No 'ore," she weakly whispered, finally giving up her fight. She lay there on the carpet, unmoving. "P-Please no 'ore. I'll liss... on..."
"Clean your mess up!" he demanded, kicking at her once more.
He then apparated away, knowing that if he spent another second with the bitch, he would kill her with his bare hands.
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The aroma of delicious food penetrated into her nose. She couldn't move to see what it was, stuck on her stomach at the place Malfoy had left her at, too weak and shaky to even lift a single arm, which was good, for she was sure the pain she was still experiencing would increase drastically if she moved.
He is an angry man, Hermione decided. She had no idea what she had done to deserve this, and why Voldemort had even given her to Malfoy. He didn't need slaves, he had handfuls of elves at his beckon call. What the hell did he need her for?
An anger release? If that was it, it certainly wasn't working. He had left her presence more angry than when he had arrived.
And why home her in such a decent place? Why give her great smelling food(even if she was too weak to actually eat it). Did he just want to be that controlling of her?
Shit rolls down the hill, a voice in her head said. And she was at the bottom in this scenario.
She needed to come up with a plan to get out of here, but first she would have to get the tracker necklace off her. Even if she did manage an escape, they would just find her again, and if he was willing to torture her over a minor thing like the scent of body soap, who knew what level Malfoy would take after she was captured again.
She tried lifting her head to no avail. Her skin burned, her ribs were, at the very least, bruised, possibly broken. She had an external ache on her head from him yanking at her hair, and her face was swelling by the minute. The smell of food was so desirable for her starving self that it was literally making her nauseous.
Why had Malfoy been so pushy on her eating the food anyway? Wouldn't it be just better to let her starve? She knew she was near it. She'd noticed her weight problem, but there had been nothing she could do about it. Food had been scarce for them.
But now... she was at Malfoy's. He had money. Lots of it. He had food, lots of it. And while he was a prejudice, murdering toad, he had been right. For some unknown reason to her, he was being hospitable by giving her a clean, decent shelter, running water, and, while she hadn't technically gotten any yet, food.
Or rather... at least as hospitable Malfoy would ever be capable of when it came to her.
At this rate, she didn't care if it were stale bread and water. Food was food to her anymore.
Of course it smelled much more divine than just bread and water.
But what was the catch to all this? If he was providing all this for her, what was expected of her? He wouldn't give it to her with no strings attached. He was Malfoy. He was a Slytherin. They never did anything out of the kindness of their heart— and it wasn't like Malfoy had done it so kindly anyway.
Was it a power move? Was he going to let her get comfortable with it all and then snatch it away? Why would he bother doing that though? Malfoy easily shown her that he could make her cry, so why waste resources on her? Why waste resources on the filthy Mudblood?
It made no sense, and her mind wouldn't rest, determined to come up with an explainable reason on why Malfoy would house her, let her use his facilities, and feed her. Slaves weren't treated this way. Not slaves of Death Eaters. He was cruel and abusive, but she knew he could torture her just the same in a leaky, smelly, dirty dungeon cell.
Something was going on, and she was going to find out what it was.
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Severus looked down at the frail woman, curled up at the floor. His nose flared at the foul odor. She obviously could not move, knowing Miss Granger— err... Mrs. Malfoy... she would never sit in her own waste if she could help it.
She was passed out from the events that the previous night had done to her. Her dinner had not even been touched.
"You just left her there," he stated to Draco, finding the man in his study, shuffling through a Potion book. He had been afraid Draco would be like this. He wasn't blaming his godson for his anger, but the Dark Lord would not be pleased if the Malfoy heirs were not created soon, and Mrs. Malfoy would likely die in the pregnancy with her current health. She had very little time to get better before the Dark Lord would become impatient.
Not to mention, if Draco killed the gift that the Dark Lord had given him, that could end badly for Draco too.
"I had an elf check her health. She's fine. Bruises and shaken nerves, nothing that can't be fixed."
"Except that she did not get to eat her meal, which is extremely important for her to have right now. You can not afford her to skip a meal. It's probably best that you treat her less violently too."
"I was just trying to make her more appealing to me, so that I could perhaps overlook her Mudblood status. Then she gives me lip! Pissed me off!"
"You like your women bruised, swollen, and unmoving? You plan to bed her like that?" Severus asked with a raise of his brow, pointing out to the young man just what he had done. "No one says you have to like her status," he added when Draco's eyes uncomfortably shifted down to his book, easily answering the question without any words. "But killing her is not the thing to do. The Dark Lord will be insulted if that happens, not to mention, unpleased with you for hindering his plan. You know very well that angering him is not the thing to do."
"I can't help it," Draco said, gritting his teeth. "She makes me so bloody angry. She looks at me like I'm the piece of rubbish. She snaps at me like I'm the devil—"
"In her eyes, you are."
"In my eyes, she is."
"Then you have a mutual understanding of each other," Severus responded dryly. "Ease into it then, Draco," he suggested to the fuming man. "Take one step at a time with her. You're a Slytherin. Manipulate her. Coerce her. Trick her into believing what you want her to. In the end, you will need her on your side anyway to get the task done."
Draco snorted. "I could force her." He shrugged. "I'm much more powerful than her."
Severus pursed his lips together, keeping his opinion to himself about that. "Just remember, you have one goal at the moment: populate the world. Nothing more. She can not help you with that if you do not allow her to heal. You will not be able to constantly abuse her. Her physical health is the most important thing right now."
"Fine," Draco relented. "I'll try to handle her better. I'll see what else I can do about her disobedience."
"Oh, really, Draco," Severus sighed. "What could you possibly want her to do for you that you can't already make the twenty-something house-elves you've got do?"
Draco shrugged. "At the very least, she can worship me. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have what she does now. Her children will be great— because of my blood. I deserve her respect."
Severus didn't know why he bothered to help Draco. It was pointless to get him to reason when it came to his now wife. Draco was able to overlook everything around him just to poke at the once Hermione Granger.
And that was what Severus feared would be the death of him.

Review Responses:
Sherlocked17: Not much loveliness, that's for sure, heh.
Mady: You're probably a right, actually. I don't expect him to fall in love with her though.
RavieSnake : He'll change a little, but not for a while I don't think. Don't expect any fluffy romance, heh.
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