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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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"Do you think I'm going to hurt you, Hermione?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, tugging at the ropes that prevented her limbs from moving. The paralyzing potion had worn off now, and the pains of her childbearing had returned. The woman— Jordan— had told her that she could have nothing more to help with the pain.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You and your lovely child are safe here. You are one of us, Hermione."
"Untie me then!" Hermione demanded. "If you expect me to actually believe you, untie me!"
Jordan clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "I can't do that yet, my sister. First, we must build a trust—"
"You've abducted me—" Hermione gasped out as a severe, sharp pain came from her lower region. Hermione wailed, clenching her fists. "I cannot trust you after you've done this!"
"If Draco Malfoy can do it, so can I, and I will not even raise a fist as I do it."
"He— I—"
"It's alright, Hermione," she said soothingly, getting up to sit between her legs, checking on how the labour was coming along. "I understand that you did what you had to do. But you're free now."
"You have a fine way of showing it!" Hermione snapped. She took a deep breath and screamed in pain. It felt like someone was ripping her in two!
"In due time, you will learn that we are allies, not enemies. Now your baby is ready for you to push. Are you ready? He's coming right now."
Tears streamed down Hermione face. She feared for her baby's life, not knowing why this woman had taken her away from her home.
"You're doing good, Hermione," she said coaxingly, smiling with shining eyes.
Hermione ceased all movement. She refused to have this baby. Not if this mad-woman was going to take him away.
"Why did you stop?" Jordan asked. "Are you tired?"
"I'm not doing it," Hermione said firmly. "You're not getting him. He's mine."
Jordan's lips formed a sinister grin. "Oh, sweet, Hermione, of course he's yours. Did you think I was going to take him as my own?"
"Draco said that you—"
"Draco is no longer an issue, alright?"
"Did you…" Hermione pressed her eyes closed, letting out another scream. "Did you kill my husband?!" she asked when she had the chance.
Jordan gave her a sympathetic head shake. "He's not your husband anymore. You'll never have to worry about him again."
"You can't break the marriage—" Hermione paused, looking up at the hand that was tied at the side of her head.
The ring was gone.
"The Dark Lord is dead!" Jordan informed as if she was announcing the most greatest news of all time. "His ruling is over! Now we— the Muggleborns— are in control. And we are going to change the future. And it's all going to start with this child…" Jordan placed her hands between Hermione's legs as if she was about to receive a sports ball, and Hermione's pain instantly intensified. It felt like someone was pushing and pulling at the same time, stretching that general area to the max.
"Hermione, dear, it would be easier and much less painful if you delivered this baby on your own, but if you refuse to, I'll be forced to continue assisting—"
The agony was so horrid now that Hermione just about passed out. Then it dulled some again as the pulling force lightened.
"Your decision." Jordan's voice seemed so far away. Hermione couldn't see anything, she panted, cried, sweated, whimpered. "It's time to push, I'd rather you did it on your own accord; the effects won't be as severe, especially to your baby."
"Okay," Hermione said with a quivering cry, knowing she had no choice— the baby was coming with or without her help. "I'll do it…"
With all her might, she pushed as hard as she could, wanting the pain to finally be over and done with.
She fell back in complete exhaustion when she heard the first wail of her baby. And she broke out into sobs. "Please don't take him from me!" she desperately pleaded, absolutely afraid she'd never get to hear the sound of her baby ever again.
Jordan quickly cleaned up the baby, ignoring Hermione's pleas. And finally she looked down at Hermione, a massive smile on her face. "It's a girl, Hermione! The test must have been wrong!" she announced excitedly and walked around the bed, placing the swaddled newborn onto Hermione's chest. Hermione then felt the rope at her wrists release so that she could hold her daughter.
"Congratulations," Jordan said, kissing the baby's head as Hermione cried even harder, unable to believe that she was being allowed to touch her baby. "So, what's her name?"
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"I am not understanding why you have a problem with this all of a sudden."
Bernice shifted her feet nervously, looking down at the floor of her feet. "It's no different than what the Dark Lord was doing."
"It's quite different; I'm not forcing people to be with their perfect match, where he was."
"You're still holding people against their will. You're still torturing them. And that's besides the point of what you're doing to the children."
"Taking a little blood from them is not harmful in the slightest. Performing a few tests isn't going to hurt them either."
"It's wrong though. They are perfectly healthy, so I'm not sure why you would do it."
"Bernice, you know how I work; combining wizard and Muggle science has shown to be most effective. A little blood drawing is not hurting anyone— not if it can save other children along the way."
"But I don't think you're doing it for such reasons."
The friendliness dropped from Jordan's face right then. She stood up, placing both hands onto her desk. Leaning forward, she said, "And I do not think you should discuss this any further."
"But—"
"Tell me, Bernice…" Jordan opened a drawer and reached into it. "How much do you appreciate having your tongue?" she asked, placing a sparkling, clean knife onto the desk.
Bernice couldn't take her eyes off the weapon, acknowledging the threat. "I appreciate it a lot…"
"And your lips?"
Bernice nodded.
"Then I would suggest that you keep your beloved body parts out of my business. Am I clear?"
Bernice's throat had gone dry, and it felt like it had gotten smaller in size, having difficulties in swallowing. She couldn't speak, so she nodded again.
"Perfect!" Jordan said cheerfully, her friendly demeanor returning. "Go get the Granger child, and bring her to Examination Room 12B."
Grimly, Bernice left Jordan's office and went to go do as she had been ordered.
She would need to sneak down to the cellar when Jordan was busy and talk to Longbottom— if he was conscious enough to do it.
"Ah, little Eridanus Rose," Jordan said, peering over the baby that had been set onto a cushioned table. "Horrible name. Definitely a name that the Pure came up with. Granger has been absolutely brainwashed into doing everything he wishes, including naming her child to follow his family's tradition. We'll document this child as Dani Rose Granger, her birth name is a mouthful that I wish not to speak."
Bernice scribbled the baby's name at the top of her blank record.
Jordan held up a syringe, snatching a hold of an arm of Dani's. "Now Dani," she spoke softly. "You'll feel a tiny, little pinch."
Dani instantly broke out into tears as the needle was pushed into her skin, and her cries intensified when Jordan started extracting a vial of her blood.
Bernice bit her lip to keep herself in control. Her stomach felt ill.
"Dock a point," Jordan said, taping a label onto the vial that she had transferred the blood into "Her pain tolerance is limited. That'll have to be fixed."
"Let's test her sustainability." Jordan put on a thick winter jacket, instructing Bernice to do the same. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and Dani broke out into a screaming fit in discomfort. The baby's breath could be seen with each upset exhale she made.
"She's getting too cold," Bernice advised, looking at the monitor which displayed Dani's vitals. "We should turn the heat back on."
Jordan stared at the unhappy child, expecting Dani to do something. "Not yet."
"Jordan!"
"Not yet!"
"You'll kill her!"
Jordan lifted up her arm without taking her eyes off the baby, and Bernice was thrown across the room up against a wall, gagged with a sock.
"You can do it, Dani," she whispered encouragingly. "You come from powerful blood, you will be powerful too."
Bernice screamed behind her gag, begging Jordan to stop. She cried along with the child, not wanting for it to die, not wanting to watch it die.
And then Dani's wailing ceased. The temperature in the room increased at an alarming rate. Bernice felt as if she was baking in the coat she was wearing.
Jordan released Bernice from her spell. "Add ten points," she announced in satisfaction, picking up the baby and cooing at her. "I knew you could do it, Dani! I'm so proud if you! Let's take you back to mommy now, you've more than earned it!"
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Jordan's shoes tapped against the cement floor beneath her. She crossed the dank room, stopping at Malfoy's body. His eyes spewed hate, and if his mouth wasn't sealed shut with a thick strap of leather that was magically stuck to him, he would be hurling ugly threats at her.
"For a Death Eater, you are a lively fellow. I have met lots of them in my time too; your confidence is incredibly strong." She stepped up close to him, feeling the heat of his naked body against her.
He was covered in goosebumps, shivering from the chill of the stone wall against his bare back. He had more straps of her specially manufactured leather which acted very much like the collars that the Dark Lord had put on his prisoners. They were around his wrists, pinning them above his head, around his ankles, spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, and one was around his neck.
Jordan found it appropriate for her prisoners to go through the same thing that their victims had.
She brushed her thumb over a rash that had occurred during his struggles, wiping away the hideous ooz at his neck. "You are just as stubborn as she is," Jordan told him, pushing herself away from him and walking over to a large metal trunk. "Granger's doing excellent without you, by the way. Soon she will forget all about you. I know what you did to her mind, a brilliant tactic, I must admit, but I half expected it." She pulled out a power tool from the box, checking to see if the battery still was working, and then she took out a tiny case of accessories to the tool. "I can work around what you have done though."
"I've seen it all, Draco," she continued, selectively choosing just the right accessory for the upcoming job. "I was a servant of the Dark Lord for years, studying his every move, gaining his complete trust. I knew his strengths and weaknesses. I know his followers strengths and weaknesses…" She turned back around and pressed the button to the tool. A grin formed to her face, widening at the delightful sound of machinery.
"Those who come from thick lines of magic fear a lot of things. Physical things. Noisy things. Sharp things. And most importantly... Muggle things."
Malfoy's eyes didn't grow in fear like she had hoped they would. Jordan had watched this man grow from a boy, and in just the last year, his will power had gotten stronger. No doubt, somehow it had to be because of Granger.
She curled her lip up in disgust. He actually did have feelings for the woman...!
Well, he was going to learn who was in control, and then she'd kill him when he fulfilled his usefulness to her.
She set down the hand drill, summoning up a syringe. "I need to collect some of your excretion." Jordan positioned herself for the task, slightly bending down to get a good look at his genitals. "Muggles would normally give you a magazine and a cup, but I'm not so… generous when it comes hateful Pures like yourself." Her eyebrows rose up and with a giggle she jammed the needle into him, making him yell behind the strap around his mouth. He thrashed his body in a hopeless attempt at breaking free.
"It's quite painful, isn't it?" Jordan set a hand onto his shoulder, softly caressing his skin with the tips of her fingers. "But I just knew you wouldn't do it on your own accord, am I right? And I'll agree with the Dark Lord here: you and Granger produce such fine examples of children. Only this time, Granger won't be put through such trauma— you on the other hand…" Jordan purposely wiggled the needle, inflicting more pain. "You quite earned it."
"Now," she said, capping of the syringe of semen and sending it off to her lab. "I need a pint of your blood." Here she picked up the drill. "You may want to close your eyes; this won't be a pretty sight."
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She now had blood from all the Muggleborns, Pures, and their newly born babies, having the exact type she needed. It took years of sucking up to the Dark Lord, knowing he would eventually succeed in His ruling, but it had taken a few more to develop her own society to overpower Him. She needed the Pure males to be paired off with the Muggleborn females all along, but Jordan had been too weak to enforce it herself. Now though, she was in complete control. She had five strong Pureblood men and four times that many powerful Muggleborn witches.
It was a good start to breeding the halfbloods she needed to survive.
The one halfblood who she was anticipating the most was the Malfoy/Granger daughter. Dani had outscored her fellow newborns who had been put through the same stress tests (one child had actually died, but with it being sired by the Goyle Pure, Jordan didn't have much faith in the child anyway).
Jordan popped off the cork to the vial of Dani's blood. "Dani, oh sweet Dani…" she murmured, sniffing it. She sipped the blood, swishing it around her mouth, giving it a taste. When she swallowed it, she felt a wave of power rush throughout her. Her muscles no longer felt so weak, and her pulse slowed, relaxing her.
Jordan took a deep, shuddering breath, finally feeling rejuvenated again. "I've been waiting for a child like you, Dani..."
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