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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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Hermione's barriers were getting stronger with every practice. Draco now had trouble breaking through them. He admired that she had such a fast learning skill; it had taken him three weeks to get as far as she had in just four days. She was truly amazing.
"Are you okay?" she asked in deep concern when he had yelped out from the severe, sharp pain she had dealt to him upon his latest attack to her mind. Draco was currently holding his head in both of his hands with his eyes pressed shut, trying to recover from her defensive attack.
He groaned and leaned over the edge of the bed to hurl, but thankfully, nothing came out.
"Yes," he barely managed, hoarse from weakness.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Hermione announced in a whisper, slightly traumatized over what she had just done. "Must I?"
He took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. "If you're attacked, your attacker won't give you a break, we must continue…"
"But I'm hurting you!"
"I'll be fine. I'm more than prepared for the attack. I've done this before."
Just not with someone so strong…
But they had to continue. Hermione had to perfect this. Her life might end up depending on it, and he was damned if he would let her die because of him.
It sickened him that his family was in terrible danger all because he had failed to train her sooner. Instead, it had been more important for him to mess with her, as if she were some toy of his.
She would be fine though. Draco was sure of it. She was strong and full of incredible power, and once she mastered this art, she'd be untouchable.
He just had to hold on long enough for her to complete the training, and Draco knew from experience that it wasn't over. It was far from it.
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"Draco!"
Hermione's voice sounded like it was at a far distance away from him, echoing as if they were in a dark, hollow tunnel. But she wasn't far away from him at all. She was next to him, crying out his name over and over, pleading for him to respond to her.
His eyes were shut. He could see nothing but darkness. He couldn't think of anything besides her frantic calling of his name and the harsh tapping of her hands to his chest— efforts to get him to respond.
The pain was gone now, though the spell had made an impact to his mind. He was momentarily stuck in a void, not even trying to get out, knowing it was pointless to bother.
Then he could hear her no more, and the feeling of her body against his was no longer present. Draco assumed at this point that she had left his side to get him some help.
"All you can do is wait for the effects to wear off," Severus said a while later.
"He's bleeding…!"
"That tends to happen after getting blasted with a powerful defensive spell, true legumins know how strong their opponent's defenses are, and if they are strong, we tread extremely carefully."
"Are you saying he can no longer enter my mind— without this happening?"
"If you implant the spell into your mind at . just the proper time, the spell could defend you from just about any attack against your mind and will…"
"Such as… the Imperius curse?"
There was silence that followed Hermione's question, giving Draco the idea that his godfather had given his wife a simple nod.
Draco was exhausted, having practiced with her for over a week, but he believed that he could rest now. He didn't think she could learn anything more from him on the subject. The powerful Mudblood witch had yet again outperformed him.
But he wasn't angry this time. No, he was proud; he was relieved. Because of her fast learning skills, his son and wife both would have a fighting chance against Jordan should the hag ever manage to gain the upper hand. And he didn't doubt that she would. Draco took Bernice's warnings to heart. She knew Jordan better than anyone he knew, she knew everything that woman was capable of; she told him plenty of things about Jordan that made his skin crawl. Bernice hadn't been exaggerating when she compared Jordan to the Dark Lord.
Frankly, Draco would choose to deal with the Dark Lord over Jordan any day of the week.
*/*
"Shall I read you another?" Samuel asked Hermione, eager to show her how he had been practicing his reading.
"Sure," she answered, wiggling her swollen, fat feet. She got up from the chair she was sitting in. "Keep reading," Hermione instructed when he had stopped his tale on The Purple Kitty. "I just need to use the toilet."
"But the other kitties, who were only plain orange in colour, did not like Purple. Purple got all the attention. Purple was unique, and he was pretty. That made the rest of the litter..."
Samuel's voice faded as Hermione felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip. When the pain was over, she had realized that she had wet herself.
Groaning, Hermione began to remove her pants. "Bobby?" she called for the house-elf.
The house-elf appeared in an instant. "My mistress…" The house-elf immediately summoned up a change of clothes, noticing Hermione's dilemma.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said pitifully, near tears.
"Bobby knows that Mistress is having trouble, yes, she does. Bobby cares lots about my Mistress. Mistress shall not worry, Bobby loves helping." The house-elf picked up Hermione's soiled clothes, pausing in a bent down position as Hermione gratefully thanked her.
"Mistress?"
"Hmm?"
"Bobby does not think this is urine… I thinks Mistress broke her water bag."
Hermione stepped back to see what Bobby had meant, and when she did, she felt a gush of fluid rush out of her.
Bobby was right, she was in labour.
"Go get Draco— and a mediwitch!" Hermione choked out as another sharp pain came upon her. She clutched her stomach, forcing herself to breathe steadily like she had been taught to do.
"Okay, baby," she spoke weakly after the contraction was over. "Okay, you're ready to come out." She wrapped a towel around her, not even bothering to put on the clothing that Bobby had summoned up for her to wear— they would have to come off anyway. "And I'm ready for it too!"
Hermione waddled out into the bedroom of her suite, with Samuel there, still reading as he followed right behind her.
"Hermione," he inquired when he had looked up. "What happened to your pants?"
"Sweetheart, the baby is coming, and I need you to go play with the other children now. This is not something—" She let out a welp.
Samuel's eyes widened. He was not a stranger to women in labour, having been around it for the past two weeks, but he truly adored Hermione and didn't want her to be in pain. "Hold my hand," he offered with what he had recently witnessed other people do.
Hermione about cried at the gesture. She touched the boy's cheek lovingly. "You are so sweet," she said through a pant. "But you are too young to coach me, okay? Someday, you will have a wife for you to help, but this is a job for Draco."
Samuel stood up straighter, poking his chest out. "I shall make sure he is here then!"
Hermione laughed. "You do that, but first—!" She stopped him just before he ran out. "Would you mind passing me my wand, please?"
Samuel sprinted across the room to where her wand had been set and fetched it for her."
"Anything else?" he asked, looking at her in deep concern.
"That's it. Thank you, you're such a big boy."
He flashed her a proud smile before running out of the room in a hurry, shouting, "Lord Malfoy, Lord Malfoy! The baby is coming! The baby is coming!"
"Draco isn't here," Luna announced a while later. "We've sent him a message though."
"Where could he possibly be at a time like this?!" Hermione cried out in pain and frustration. "He wanted this bloody baby, he best get his arse in here and get it out!"
Luna smiled sympathetically and sponged the sweat off Hermione's forehead. "He'll be here as soon as he can."
"Draco should be doing this!" Hermione groaned three hours later, draped over Luna and her mediwizard, Austin Jones. "He should be the one helping me walk!"
"He's been very busy lately," Austin said calmly.
"But it can't be more important than this!" she insisted. Then she screamed. The pain was getting worse. More fierce. "I want my husband!" she pleaded through heavy breathing. "I want to strangle him…! Please go get him…!"
"Oh, yes, I experienced odd behavior when I was in labour with Juno too! Richard was too afraid to come into the room! I vowed to remove his bollocks with a very dull knife."
If Hermione wasn't in excruciating agony, she would have laughed and been surprised that Luna would be anything besides the kind, cool woman that she knew.
"Luna, this isn't about you," she snapped, irritability. "Now if Draco doesn't want to help me, I'll just get this beast out myself!"
Luna and Austin gripped Hermione firmly, wrestling with her to stop her from damaging herself and the baby.
"Jeez, I hope Malfoy gets here soon!" Austin said with a grunt.
Luna gave him a hopeful smile.
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Draco stood, watching his master walk around his lair. He and two others waited for Him to speak, having been summoned, but the Dark Lord had not yet said anything.
"Something is brewing…" He finally spoke
None of them added anything, keeping silent, expecting Him to explain what He had meant.
"I overheard something today; a pretty, little whisper in the halls." He gave each man a long, piercing look, finishing at Draco.
Draco wrinkled his eyebrows, showing confusion. "What have you heard, My Lord? What could a student possibly say to pique your interest?"
The Dark Lord continued to stare him down, making Draco feel like a worm on a fish hook.
"It appears that there is a band of Mudbloods planning an attack. Right here at this very school, but that is not all." He finally looked away, and Draco felt like he was able to breathe again. The Dark Lord chuckled. "The most interesting thing about this is the additional information I got from that student. After thorough investigation, it appears that Harry Potter is still alive."
"How can that be, My Lord?" Severus asked. "You killed him."
"Yes, at first I asked myself that same question, but lately, I've been feeling strange. I did not understand these feelings until today. It all makes perfect sense now though, I felt the same exact way right before I rose into power in '97. He is alive, and he is with them. He is part of their plan."
The Dark Lord delicately took His wand off the desk in front of Him, eyeing it over. "There's one other rumour," He hissed out slowly, studying his wand like it was the most interesting thing on Earth. "I had to verify it myself because I simply could not believe it. Alas, it is true… It seems that a certain child of mine has turned against me."
Draco's hands began to sweat. His forehead felt clammy. There was an itch at the back of his neck, but he dared not to move. Any sudden motion would automatically pin him as guilty.
"My first thought was to kill him, oh but his blood is so precious to me. Traitor or not, he must perform dutifully. But he shall have to be severely punished, my children must know not to defy me. Isn't that right, Draco?"
Solid white eyes bored into Draco's, and his head instantly filled with pressure, painful pressure of the worst headache he had ever had. Draco yelled out, tumbling to the ground, holding his hands up to his ears, trying to relieve the agony.
"Expelliarmus!" Blaise shouted next to him, and all pain to Draco's head stopped.
Draco groaned, pressing his eyes shut in an effort to regain his senses.
"How dare you!" The Dark Lord demanded. "You have a death wish, boy!"
Draco opened his eyes to see Blaise blocking spell after spell that the Dark Lord was wandlessly casting. Draco never knew Blaise was so good at defending.
"You have been practicing!" The Dark Lord complimented.
Draco saw the Dark Lord's wand under the desk, and he made to crawl to it. Severus watched from the side, his wand held out, shielding himself from their master's curses.
"I'm impressed, Blaise, but you're not good enough. No one can out power me! Lower your wand, and I shall go easy on you, my boy!"
Draco snatched the wand up from the floor and stood up. A fuzzy sensation traveled from his hand and to the pit of his stomach. He felt like… he was on some sort of drug. He felt like he could do anything in the world.
"Malfoy!" Blaise called for his attention.
Draco looked over to his friend, giving him a slight grin, an effect of the high he was on. He wondered why Blaise called him by his surname instead of his first.
"Watch out!" Blaise shouted.
The Dark Lord, seeing that Draco had possession of his wand, went and lunged after him. "Give me that, Draco."
Draco jumped back, startled, and as he did, a spell flew out of the wand, striking the Dark Lord right in the chest. He flew back into the wall behind Him, collapsing into a heap.
The Dark Lord's wand was then removed from Draco's hand, and it sailed right to Blaise who had disarmed him.
Blaise didn't even give Draco a glance, he pointed the stolen wand at the Dark Lord, watching Him struggle to get back on His feet.
"No, Blaise, don't!" Draco warned him, his self-preservation senses returning to him. Their Master was already angry enough, to attack him would only upset him further.
"You foolish children!" the Dark Lord spat. "You give me no choice! I'll have to do without you!" He went to raise his hand up to send an assault to Draco but was stopped by a spell.
"This is for my parents," Blaise said firmly, making the Dark Lord hiss in pain. " And this is for Sirius!" Another spell shot out of the wand, hitting the Dark Lord. Blaise attacked him over and over, weakening with every spell. Draco had never seen his master in such a state before, hunkered down in ball, defenseless. It was much like what His victims would look like in a torture session— Draco had been in that same position many of times.
As Blaise continued to attack Him, his skin grew lighter in colour, he shrunk a little in size, and Blaise's hair shortened, his voice got higher, until he wasn't even Blaise at all.
"And this," Potter said as tears cascaded down his cheeks, "is for Ron and Hermione!"
Then there was a flash of a burning, red light, and Draco's skin felt like it was on fire. He crawled as far away from it as he could, though it did him no good, it was just as hot on the opposite side of the room.
When the light was gone, the pain also went away. Draco stood up to assess the situation, somewhat dumbfounded on what had just happened, and how fast it had been done.
Potter had fallen to his knees, staring at where the Dark Lord had been at. The Dark Lord was no longer anything but a pile of dusty, dull ashes.
Severus was frozen against the wall, eyes wide as a doe.
And just like that, the Dark Lord was gone. Draco hadn't felt so free in years. It literally felt like someone had just released him from a mile long stretch of chains.
He looked down at his arm, seeing that the Dark Mark had already faded some. His pulse was still thrashing against his veins, but he was able to feel somewhat relieved just the same.
He was no longer a servant, now able to make decisions without the threat of getting brutally tortured and murdered.
And it felt absolutely amazing.
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Hermione was getting tired. It had been five hours since her labour started, and she was barely even dilated.
"Where's Luna?" she demanded, having asked her for some chips of ice a while ago.
"In the kitchens," the Healer who was currently attending her said.
"Would you like something for the pain?"
"Not if it'll hurt my baby," Hermione told him, though she was contemplating it just the same.
"This one won't, My Lady," he assured her. "It'll go straight to the irritated nerves of your brain and numb them."
Hermione drew her head back, whimpering. "Okay!" she finally decided out of desperation. "Please make the pain stop!"
"There you go." He tapped her arm soothingly after she had drank what he had given her, seeing her relax.
Hermione sighed in absolute comfort. She smiled. "That's much better, thank you, Healer Danroj!"
"I couldn't bare to see you in such pain— not after all you have been through."
Hermione's eyes started to grow heavy. She yawned, noticing that the Healer was watching her every movement.
"What's wrong?" she asked, worriedly.
The Healer smiled softly. "Nothing at all, My Lady."
There was a crash outside of the room, and shouts followed it. With difficulty, Hermione sat up. "What's going on?!"
"Just lay back, and let the potion take over," he instructed without answering her question.
But the shouts grew louder. And there were screams. Hermione made to get out of the bed only to learn that she couldn't move her legs. "What—" She stopped, terrified of the grin that the man was displaying.
"Come now, everything is alright. No need to worry."
Hermione went to grab her wand, but the Healer beat her to it. "Oh, no you don't. You settle down and behave yourself," he ordered her without so much as a raise to his voice.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked as a flood of fear inched through her.
The Healer did not answer. Instead he placed a hand to Hermione's belly, caressing it.
"Help!" she screamed. "Someone help me, please!"
The door burst open, and Samuel ran in. He stopped in his tracks with wide eyes, fear frozen to his face.
"Hello again, little one." The Healer addressed the boy. He didn't give Samuel any time to respond, hitting him with a spell that he had casted wandlessly.
"No!" Hermione cried. "What did you do to him?! Please tell me you didn't—"
"Relax…" the Healer hushed her. "I've only put him into a slumber. That child is quite a handful, and I cannot not allow him hinder my plans."
"Now," he said, magically silencing her from saying anything more. "Let's find a more private place to have this baby, shall we? A war zone is no place for a child to take his first breath in."
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"She has her!" Draco insisted. "I know she has her! You need to take me to her, now!"
Bernice helplessly shook her head. "You have to be invited before you can go to her headquarters."
"Then invite me!" he snarled.
"You must be invited by her, and her only."
Draco drug a hand through his hair. "So she has my wife and my unborn son, and I can't do anything about it?! How the hell did she even get in here?! My wards are ancient, and no one has been able to break them!"
"They're not broken," Longbottom informed, applying a leaf to a woman's knee. "They are perfectly intact."
"So it was someone from the inside who attacked us?!"
No one said anything to that, unable to speak against it.
"I'm never saving another one of your necks again!" Draco growled.
"Draco…" Bernice went to follow him but he spun around with an ugly look on his face.
"I'm warning you now: don't. If anything happens to my wife in the hands of that hag, you best not ever set foot in my sight again." The warning was dark, and it was serious.
"Now, now, Lord Malfoy," a woman spoke up. "You are misdirecting your anger."
Jordan began descending down from a case of stairs that Draco had intended to go up. He stiffened at the sight of her, extracting his wand, and shooting off a curse. "I'll kill you! Where is she?! What have you done to my wife?!"
Jordan chuckled after blocking an abundance of his attacks with a simple hand wave. "It is not their fault, they did everything accordingly, in which I shall have to handle them fittingly." She didn't have to look at anyone specific, but her statement made a few people nervously shift their stances behind Draco.
"You put blind faith in your servants, Draco, you mustn't do that."
"Blind faith? What do you mean?"
"T'wus me," a squeaky voice said. A body appeared between Draco and Jordan. "I'm sorry Master, but I love my Mistress, and Bobby is afraid of the deal you made. Bobby is afraid you will trick my Mistress. Bobby wants Mistress to be happy!"
"And you thought this hag would allow her happiness?! You foolish beast, I ought to—"
Draco's wand flew out of his hand, and Jordan caught it with a smirk. "Time to move forward. Bobby, let the others in."
Draco watched in horror as dozens of people started apparating into his Manor, taking over. A battle broke out instantly, glowing lights from spells could be seen, and screams and shouts erupted the room. Someone jumped onto Draco with the entire weight of their body, intending to tackle him to the ground.
"Thank you, Hanson, I'll handle Malfoy from here," Jordan told the man who was struggling with detaining Draco. She gripped a handful of Draco's hair, yanking his head back. The tip of her wand seared into the skin of his neck.
"Bitch," he spat, hissing in pain. "I'll kill you the first chance I get!"
"You will cooperate," she told him sweetly, pressing the wand deeper into his skin. "Else your ending fate will be amplified, and trust me when I say this, Pure, you do not want to anger me any further than you already have."
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