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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 didn't agree to attend any meetings," Draco grumbled when Potter answered to his knock on the door, and he stepped into the three story house that he had been 'invited' to. "My job as a 'participant' to your little hero group was made clear."
"We're trying to gather everyone together, we have some urgent news—"
"Are we talking your third party group, or Jordan's little Mudblood club?"
Potter sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "Rebel Forces— and stop saying that bloody word!"
"Oh, is that the name now? Dumbledore's Army didn't cut it?"
"Malfoy," Potter growled in a warning. "The only reason you're here is because quite a few people believe you're valuable enough to have around. I don't like you, but for the time being, we have to be on the same side, so please just follow me, and control your cruel jokes!"
"Fine." Draco waved his hand ahead of them. "Lead the way."
Potter lead him up to the second floor and to a door that opened into a large meeting room. Dozens of people were already there, and before Draco could take a step further, his eyes settled on a man who was dressed in black just like he was. He had trouble hiding his surprise; his eyes widened, and Draco's jaw about dropped. Regaining his smooth, Slytherin cool, he made his way to an empty seat, ignoring the abundance of eyes that watched him sit down next to Severus.
"I did not expect to see you here," Draco muttered to him, shifting his eyes from person to person, learning just who all was involved in Potter's hero group.
"It is your deflection that surprises me. I was hoping you would, and once I learned about the vow you took with Potter, I realized how dedicated you must be to the cause."
"And how dedicated are you?"
"I've been training Potter for his fate for three years now."
Draco shifted his eyes from Remus Lupin who was eyeing over a pad of paper to Severus and attempted to read through the signature mask he displayed on his face.
"He's that ignorant student you've been occasionally mentioning, isn't he? The one you complain about often."
"The very same."
"You set Potter's hair on fire?!" Draco gasped in amazement, remembering the story.
"He's been pretty… respectful after that," Severus said with a tiny smirk. "I wish I had done it long ago."
Draco found himself grinning at the thought of Potter being bald. Serves that bloke right!
Astoria came in with Longbottom closely behind. She sat two seats from Draco, giving him a small wave, and Longbottom took the chair next to her, focusing heavily on Potter.
Potter was up at the front of the room with a pregnant Bernice, and the two were thumbing through papers, occasionally pointing at them. Potter then nodded to her and addressed the room.
It was packed with people now. Draco recognized a few. Most were Gryffindors of course, but he surprisingly noticed some Slytherins scattered around the room.
Potter cleared his throat. "Two hours ago, Jordan sent us a message. Many of you have received it yourself, and some of you haven't, either that is because she doesn't know about you, or she doesn't exactly trust you."
Draco hadn't received the said message, but what could he say, Jordan wanted him dead.
"She's decided on the date of when she wants to attack, and it's very soon—"
"How soon?" a man who Draco didn't know asked.
"In a month… December 15th."
Several people started making protests.
"I can't fight! Sue is going to be having the baby around then!"
"My daughter is due in December!"
Draco sat back watching the people go crazy, Potter having little success in calming them down. It made perfect sense to attack the Dark Lord around that time— most of His Death Eaters would be too concerned with the births of their upcoming children. Of course the Dark Lord would make them fight anyway, but the added stress would cause some distraction.
My, you are a brilliant hag, Jordan.
"Please!" Bernice shrieked out, panicstricken, "We need to find a safe place that will home twenty-four pregnant women!" Bernice's brown eyes were wide. "Because she's going to go after them and any child born to these women as soon as the battle starts."
The crowd got louder with that. Many uprooted from their seats, shouting. A horrible feeling hit Draco's stomach as he realized just how twisted the Mudblood hag was.
Draco stood up and raised his wand above his head, casting a spell that silenced everyone.
"I've got an idea," he said quickly, not liking the dirty looks he was getting. "If you'll all be quiet long enough to listen, I'll lift the spell."
Several people glanced at each other before they retook their seats, miraculously willing to hear Draco out.
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What do you suppose he'll be like?" Hermione asked, looking up at the dark ceiling above Draco's bed where they were laying. Her hand was touching the large bump at her belly, and his was covering hers.
Draco eyed her over, watching her eyes move back and forth in worry. He often told her not to, but Hermione did so everyday.
"I just have this awful feeling…"
"You're paranoid— rightfully so, given all you been through."
"I can't bare the thought of something happening to him, Draco."
"Me neither, but he'll be fine. We'll be fine. Everything will be alright."
"You can't know that for sure."
"Perhaps I do know for sure, and you just don't understand why."
"He'll be passionate," Draco said. "He'll be smart and studible, thoughtful and powerful. He'll be everything that everyone will want in a son. He'll be popular, and if he's anything like you, he won't even realize it. He'll be great. Just like us."
"Will he…have a good soul?"
Draco swallowed at the uncomfortable tightness forming in his throat. He leaned closer to Hermione, pressing his lips to her cheek and threading her fingers with his. "Being good is highly over rated," he told her his honest opinion. "Good people do bad things, and bad people do good things."
Hermione shifted her eyes from the ceiling to look at him. "Even Blaise?"
He sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes, conflicted with how he wanted to answer that question.
"I don't think Blaise has a soul anymore, but I wouldn't blame him if he didn't."
"Why not?" she asked, joining him in a sitting position.
"After you have been through what we have, you sort of… die a little each day."
"Is that why you don't want our son to be a Death Eater?"
"One reason, yes." Draco pushed her back down onto her back and forced himself to smile for her benefit. "Let's talk about something else now," he suggested.
"Like what?" Hermione snuggled under his body, getting herself settled for the night.
"How's your garden piece coming along?"
"It's almost done," she answered, playing with a hair on his chest. "You want to see it?"
Draco shook his head. "Not until it's finished."
"You know, I still wonder why the Dark Lord insists that we have sex when I'm already pregnant," she inquired when Draco unbuckled his belt to prepare for the said activity. "It makes little sense."
"Who knows with him, sweetheart," Draco said, stopping a smirk from spreading to his lips. "For now, we must follow through."
"I'm just so tired…"
He paused the process of removing his pants. "Everything alright?" he asked, suddenly wondering if they shouldn't be shagging while she was this far along in the pregnancy.
Could he hurt the baby…?
"You know what," he started, ignoring Hermione's claims of being fine. "I'll talk to Him, if He is made aware that our acts of pleasure could hurt the baby—"
"Don't!" she shrieked, panicking. "I really am fine!"
He gave her an intense look before taking her mouth with his, his kiss full of fierce passion.
"No more sex," he announced firmly. "Not until the baby's here."
"But—"
Draco stopped her, shoving a finger up to her lips. "I will get his permission. Trust me."
"Okay," she whispered fearfully, watching him hop out of the bed and replace his shirt to go see his Master.
"I'll be back in a few, wife." And then he was gone.
Draco apparated to another piece of property owned by him, planning to stay in the 'abandoned' home for a while, waiting as time passed. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey, savouring its bitter, burning flavour before calling up Stoney to have Bobby check on Hermione.
"Mistress is scared, Master. Mistress is walking around in circles with shaking legs."
Draco nodded, pleased with the news. She was starting to seriously care about him.
Good.
"Thank you, Stoney."
Now, he thought as he positioned himself in front of a bathroom mirror with his wand in his hand, time to do some damage.
He returned back forty-two minutes later, sporting a gash at his side, his face looking like he had been in a brawl with a troll.
"Draco!" Hermione immediately ran to him as he stumbled in. She fussed over the damage, inspecting it.
"We don't have to have sex until the birth of our son," he said proudly, softly smiling as she healed his wounds.
"That was very foolish!" she scolded. "Don't ever do that again!" Hermione wrapped her arms around him, sighing. "I was so worried that you would never come back!"
"I'll always come back for you, Hermione," he told her, squeezing her possessively into a hug. "Always."
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"What's going on?" Hermione asked, confused to see a bunch of people scurrying around. The noise of them had woken her up. She had never before seen so many people in the Manor. Usually it only had a handful of occupants.
One pregnant woman passed her, breathing hard, struggling to walk as a man escorted her to wherever their destination was. She appeared to be in labour.
"Do we even have enough Healers to accommodate all these women?!" Hermione heard Draco demand over the chaos. Hermione's eyes widened as she realized what he meant by that. It was like she had walked into the maternity ward of a Muggle hospital!
"I thought you said there were only twenty-four?!" Draco barked at a passing Bernice who was helping a screaming woman.
"We can't take any chances," Bernice hastily said, not even giving the man a look.
"Stoney!" Draco snarled out in obvious irritation.
"Master." The elf bowed immediately upon his apparition.
"Get the other elves, hurry! We have more rituals to perform!"
"Draco…?" Hermione addressed him slowly in confusion, watching the people around her.
"Not now, Hermione!"
She followed him up a staircase, him muttering incoherent words the entire time.
"Go lay down," Draco ordered when he saw that she had tagged behind him.
"Can't I help with anything?"
"No, you need to not overwork yourself. There's plenty of hands. Someone mentioned that there is a dozen medics coming to assist."
"Why are all these people here, and why didn't you tell me anything about this beforehand?"
Draco sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Short notice, alright? Now, please leave, I have a meeting to attend; you're not invited."
Hermione huffed after he had gently shoved her out of the room and closed the door, shutting himself into it.
She did what she could do and decided to help her pregnant guests out, all the while seeing if she could get any answers from anyone of the reason why they were here.
She only got snippets of information. Some people wouldn't tell her a thing, others were too busy trying to get settled, and then of course, there was the handful of women who were in so much pain, their screams of agony made Hermione pale.
That's going to be me in a few days, she thought, touching a hand to her belly, suddenly fearing the pain that was unavoidable in her near future.
She was able to piece the tiny bits of information together, working it quietly in her mind as she helped the elves deliver towels and other things to those in need. And it came to her as Bobby gently pulled Hermione into a furnished chair to sit, the elf noticing that she had not had a rest in a while: the women were being sheltered here. Draco sent for all these women to be protected; protected from some evil person— who she was sure was named Jordan.
And where did Voldemort fit into all this? Had Draco been ordered to open his home to the mothers who would be having quite a handful of expected future Death Eaters?
And what had Draco meant by rituals? Hermione asked Bobby about the rituals, but all the elf did was nervously look away and wring her fingers. "Bobby doesn't think Mistress is supposed to know. It is Master's charm."
Just as she was about to go lay down for a rest (long after Bobby had practically begged it of her), Hermione saw a familiar face and nearly cried at the sight of Luna who was walking toward her in a corridor.
"Luna!" she choked out, hurrying to the woman as soon as she seen her.
"Hi, Hermione." Luna carefully hugged her, noticing Hermione's protruding belly. "How are you fairing? Malfoy is alright, isn't he? Not too bad once you get to know him?"
"I'm alright. How about you?" Hermione inspected her old Ravenclaw friend, forgetting to answer the questions that had been asked. Luna looked in well enough shape, as beautiful and as spacy as Hermione had always known her to be.
Luna smiled lightly and gave a small shrug. "It could always be worse."
"Did they force you to marry a Death Eater too?" Hermione asked horrified, wondering which one she got, shuddering as a list of horrible men came to her immediate mind.
"No," her friend said quietly. "Before the whole marriage law crisis, I was advised by a friend to marry as soon as I could, and so I did."
"To whom?"
"Oh, you wouldn't know him; it doesn't much matter, we're married by convenience only."
"But at least he's not a Death Eater," Hermione stated firmly.
"Oh, he is!"
"He… is...? You chose to marry a Death Eater?"
Luna chuckled quietly. "Everything is never so black and white, Hermione. I hope you can learn that eventually.
Would you like to meet Juno?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Juno?"
"My daughter!" Luna laughed with a snort.
"You have a daughter…?"
"Oh, Hermione! You cannot be surprised now! Look around you! Almost every eligible woman is expecting!"
"Alright, alright!" Hermione pressed the palm of a hand to her forehead, slightly dizzy from all she had learned that day. "Sure," she said, forcing a tired smile. "I'd love to meet Juno."
Draco came to bed late that night, stirring a restlessly sleeping Hermione awake. She sat up, watching him in the moonlight, his face lacking emotion. He looked frightening that way; the rays of the moon made him look like a creature of the night— even with his near-white hair.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, casting a spell to turn on a light since the natural one was starting to creep her out a little too much.
He settled himself into bed next to her, eyes glued to the ceiling. "Go to sleep," he hushed her quietly.
"She's planning to take the babies, isn't she— Jordan is wanting all of the newborn children."
Hermione continued to watch him, his face especially, waiting for him to display any sort of emotion. But he didn't. He had become a master at hiding his feelings so well since his youth. Hermione envied him for having such an ability.
"What's happening?!" Hermione demanded hastily. "Why won't anyone tell me?! They know! I know they know! Why is it being kept from me?! Tell me, Draco!" She shook at his body, desperate for answers. "Please tell me she's not going to take our son from us?!"
"She is going to try."
His voice was so hollow, Hermione stopped all movement. The hairs on the back of her neck rose straight up. His tone scared her, his passive expression scared her, and the thought of some crazed woman kidnapping a bunch of pregnant women and infants was incredibly frightening too!
"Why?! And what about the Dark Lord, does he know about this? Shouldn't he be upset? Doesn't he consider these children his?! Is he trying to stop her?!"
"You'll start training tomorrow," Draco announced, ignoring her questions.
Hermione's mind stumbled over his words. "Training...?"
"Good night, wife. Sleep while you can."
He did not speak anymore after that, seemingly shutting her out as soon as he had said it.
Frustrated, Hermione turned away from him, upset that he hadn't given her any answers, and by not doing so, he had put more questions into her head.
Why wouldn't he tell her what was going on?
Training…? What kind of training? What for? Why now? Was it too late to start now?
She sincerely hoped not! Whatever it was, it sounded like she would need it, and much too soon!
*/*
"Ow!" Hermione shrieked, pulling her hands away from Draco after a harsh, sharp pain stabbed her head. "That hurt!"
Draco was sitting, facing her, his concentration had been cut off with her outcry. He reached out, snatching her hands and putting them back into the position they had been in: palms up, with his own palms on top of hers. "It's going to hurt a lot worse if you don't master this."
"Why are we doing this?" she asked for the hundredth time that day.
"Because."
"That's not an answer!" Hermione went to get out of bed where she had been sitting at the headboard, but Draco stopped her with a spell, keeping her in place.
"If you don't learn this, and if that bloody hag is successful, who knows what will happen to you and our son," he said seriously.
Hermione stopped herself from sighing, choosing to be patient with him, especially since he was finally willing to talk about what was going on. "What's this exactly do? Isn't this Dark magic? Won't this hurt the baby?"
"It's mental anguish, nothing physical, so it will not harm the baby. Prolong abuse could cause harm to your mind, but not if you can build up a good defense against it first."
"So, this is Jordan's spell choice? She tortures people with it?"
"No…" Draco sighed and slouched his shoulders a little, a flash of hopelessness went across his face before he turned away and sat at the side of the bed.
"It's the most productive method of creating a defense against any magic that attacks the mind. Unfortunately, it causes quite a bit of stress to the mind itself, but we've little choice… I've been abusing your lack of ability of defending yourself against such magic for personal gain. It is my fault… You're my wife, I should have been helping you all this time, not hurting you…"
Draco wasn't looking at her, he was picking at his hands. A foot tapped nervously.
"And because of my arrogance… you and our son could be placed in imminent danger…" He grunted, disgusted with himself. "Some husband I am… I was supposed to be protecting you, I promised you that I would…" His voice faded, and he ducked his head down low, sniffing quietly, pressing his fingers to his eyes.
Hermione scooted up to him with difficulty, being she was large with child, and set a hand to his shoulder. "We all make mistakes," she told him. "We have to, it helps us learn, and by experiencing the repercussions of poor choices, we learn to become better at making the right ones. Don't worry about what you have done in the past, worry about what you can do now to keep from making the same mistakes again."
"I'll die if I lose you," he whispered. "Even if I have to kill myself— life's not worth living..."
Hermione didn't know what to say, too stunned by his words. After all that he had done to allegedly stay amongst the breathing, he just told her that he couldn't live without her. That he'd actually kill himself if she was no longer around.
Did he really care about her that much? They had been married for almost ten months now, and while they had had a terribly rocky start, during the past few months, they have learned to understand each other; to depend on each other; to care for each other.
But did they care that much?
Well, apparently Draco did...
"Then we best get back to my training," she said, her voice cracking, emotionally affected by what he had just said to her.
Hermione wasn't sure if she matched his feelings exactly, but it felt nice having someone greatly care about her once again.
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