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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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"You're late."
"I apologize, Mr. Mal—"
"Mrs. Henderson, Lord Malfoy is what you will call me."
The short, dark haired woman tilted her head forward, acknowledging Draco's statement. "My mistake, Lord Malfoy."
"Precisely so. Do note that the only reason I'm not kicking you out of my Manor is because you are the best out there, but know this, Mrs. Henderson, one wrong move and you will regret it. I'll have you rotting away in Azkaban before you can even beg me for forgiveness."
Mrs. Henderson trembled before him, knowing he was not lying. She nodded, looking at the floor of her feet.
"Now then, neither of us want you here, so the quicker you work your magic, the quicker you'll no longer be needed." Draco patronizingly snapped his fingers from where he sat in the chair near the Mudblood. "You will now begin your examination."
The once sorted Hufflepuff, who was seven years his senior, cautiously approached the sick witch. Just as Draco had said, she was not here willingly, having been forced to come and look over the Mudblood only because she was the best Meal Planner around, able to work miracles with her patients.
She measured every inch of the Mudblood with a magical tape, whispering measurements under her breath. A tiny, pathetic gasp would escape her mouth every so often with the knowledge that the Mudblood was in a severe state of health.
"I'll have to order a few supplies to be shipped—"
Draco didn't let her finish. "Just give me a list of instructions that you feel will need to be done for her and I'll take care of everything."
She promptly conjured up a piece of parchment and tapped her wand to it. A long list of instructions was scribbled out in black ink. Mrs. Henderson then handed it to Draco, saying, "She's in critical condition. Closer to death than alive..."
"This is not surprising to me," he told her grimly, scanning his eyes over the list. Most of the stuff the Mudblood would need he had, some were ingredients to potions that would have to be made into teas. She would need a numerous amount of potions that he would have to make for her, including three different nutrient ones.
"Anything else?" Draco asked to be thorough, still reading over the list. Apparently, the Mudblood was supposed to avoid eating greasy things until her nausea subsided. The breakfast served that morning explained her sickness. The sausages had been dripping with fat. She was to only have lean meals full of protein and vitamins and plenty of clean fluids.
"No, sir," Mrs Henderson answered quietly.
"You'll come here in two days then to re-evaluate her. Same time. Do not be late or I shall inform the Dark Lord of your tardiness."
"I'll not be late again," she promised fearfully.
"No." Draco smirked darkly, delighted that his threat had made a satisfactory impact. "I do not think that you will."
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Hermione blinked awake, groaning from the soreness of her body. She couldn't see a thing because everything was black around her. It must have been after six now for it to be so dark. Maybe it was later than that. She had no way of knowing either way.
It took her a few moments to realize that she was in a bed, having no idea how she had even gotten into it. Last she was aware of, she was hurling her guts up into the fancy toilet of the bathroom in the suite that Malfoy was keeping her prisoner in.
Blindly, she shoved the covers off her and struggled with sitting up. She was sweating, hot, and very hungry. She also had an excruciating headache. The movement of getting up made her dizzy. Hermione gently pressed her hands to her head in an effort to soothe its harsh pounding. All were effects from starvation. Her mouth was extremely dry too. She had to swallow many times in order to wet it.
This is it, she decided. He intends to starve me. He probably put something in the food to poison me.
She stood up on wobbly legs. Her arms flew out to keep her balance. She was too weak to walk and had to use the bathroom. With determination to not piss her pants a second time, Hermione grit her teeth and took a step toward the direction that the bathroom was at (the left of the room).
She didn't get to finish the step before she shrieked out, falling down in a heap at the side of the bed. She whimpered in frustration, knowing her health was declining fast. With a deep breath, mustering up every bit of strength she had, she tried crawling instead, making a mental note not to get lost in the darkness. She closed her eyes, vividly picturing the room she was in, namely, the walking path.
Hermione didn't know how far she had gotten before she had to stop to pant, sucking in deep breaths of air. Her head felt so light now, and she was fearing she'd pass out again before she'd make it to her destination. Her arms gave out beneath her, crashing her body to the ground. Blinking back tears of hopelessness, she closed her eyes, needing a rest. She would just have to pee when she woke up again and regathered her energy back up.
A bright light invaded her head, piercing the pain in it. Hermione groaned and brought a hand up to cover her eyes.
Footsteps neared her and she heard a person curse under their breath. "Mudblood!" the harsh scolding made her jump.
"Go away," she whispered and cleared her dry throat, wincing at its scratchy pain.
"I leave you for thirty bloody minutes and this is what you've done?!" Hermione clenched her jaw as he gripped a handful of hair at the back her head, forcing her head up. She squinted at the bright light from the overhead chandelier, catching sight of his scowl. "Can't you walk?!"
"I-I t-tried," she told him. "I'm t-too weak."
"Why did you get out of bed in the first fucking place?!" he asked angrily, pulling at her hair, demanding an answer.
"Ouch! S-Stop that!" Hermione pleaded.
"Answer the question," he ordered her, giving her another yank.
"You're s-such a c-coward!" she cried as real tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes. "I just needed to use the toilet, dammit!"
He released her then, shoving her face into the dark blue carpet. "A simple answer was all that I needed. Hold the name calling or I'll snip your tongue— physically. Your future here does not require the use of it, so it's quite useless to me."
Hermione swallowed hard. After what she heard went on in the war, she figured he was capable of doing it. "Unless you wish me to ruin your pretty carpeting, I suggest you find a way for me to get to the toilet. I can't walk." She kept still, not wanting to anger him further, remembering Snape's warning earlier that morning.
"You could have just said so," he muttered. A moment later, Hermione was being lifted by the back of her bathrobes, brought up into a sitting position. Malfoy was bent over her and holding out a green potion for her. "Drink this."
"What is it?" she asked cautiously. She looked at it but didn't take it from him.
His fingers roughly dug into the back of her neck, and Hermione had to clamp her teeth tightly together so she wouldn't yelp. "If I was going to kill you, you'd already be dead," Malfoy growled darkly into her ear. "Now drink it." He pressed the potion to her hand.
Shakily, she took it, unable to remove her eyes from it. It could be anything. Lots of potions were green. From good to bad. Hermione removed the cork, sniffing it. It smelled sweet— although, one could not be fooled by just the mere smell, sweet smelling potions were often the most deadly.
"Tell me what it is," she bravely requested.
Malfoy growled impatiently. He pushed her onto her back, where she screamed and began kicking at him as he pinned her beneath him, sitting on her stomach. He doused the potion into her open, protesting mouth, making her cough as it trickled down her throat. She continued to fight him. "Stop it now!" he bellowed out, trying to keep his balance on her as she bucked at him to get him off her.
"Get off me!" she wailed hysterically between gasps of air and spouts of coughing.
She went still as he tapped his wand to her forehead. "That's more like it," he sneered. "You will not defy my orders, you stupid bitch!" He raised his fist to punch her but didn't go through with it. His eyes narrowed, staring at it.
"Go ahead!" she spat at him. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on releasing his spell so she could fight him off her. "Do it, Malfoy!" She could feel the spell weakening. Her toes were able to wiggle now. "Kill me! My life matters no more!" Her fingers clenched into a fist. Hermione grunted, shutting her eyes tighter. "Certainly not to you!" She felt her arms and legs release all at once and swung her legs up and over his head, looping them around his chest, knocking him off her. He was caught by surprise, and in the process, his wand fell from his hand. She had possession of it before he even realized he had lost control of it. She quickly stood up, not willing to give up this opportunity.
"How dare you!" he snarled at her, climbing up to his own feet, but his face lightened some when he saw that she was pointing his own wand at him. "Give it back," he ordered her threateningly. "Give it back now. You are to not touch my wand, you filthy Mudblood!"
"Oh, yeah?" she sneered. "I'm touching it!" She slipped the entire length of it through her hand. "It's so filthy now, you'll probably need a new one." All the while, her mind was spinning, analyzing the piece of wood in her hand. It was a little thicker and longer than she was used to, but she could definitely make it work.
"What are you going to do?" he asked her tauntingly. "You can't really escape. First, you have to get out of this room, and if you even manage that, you have to get that collar off you, because, incase you have forgotten, it tracks your every location." He was smiling smugly now. "If you give it back to me this moment, I promise your punishment will be minor."
Judging by the twinkle in his eye, he was lying. He was madder than a disturbed hornet, and he was going to make her pay for what she had done.
"You can't stand there all night, Mudblood," he told her when she said nothing, thinking of how she could get out of here without being caught again. He took a step toward her, slowly.
"Stupefy!" His body was lifted from the spot and it flew until it could no more, connecting into a wall. He groaned out in a daze of pain.
Hermione cautiously walked to him, keeping her distance in case he came to and made to lunge out at her. She saw blood trailing from his ear. Casting a spell to see if he was still alive, she learned that he was okay.
She sucked in a breath. He was right, she couldn't go anywhere until the bloody collar was off. Pointing the wand at him, she made his eyes open. A little drool dribbled from his mouth. "How can this collar around my neck be removed? Tell me the exact instructions."
"Only a Death Eater can do it," he automatically replied in a trance. "Takes only a touch of their fingers."
"Then you will remove this piece of crap from me now," she ordered him breathlessly, keeping a tight hold of the wand as he stood up and walked to her. She held her breath as he removed the collar from her, his face lacking any emotion. The hair on her skin stood up as his fingers gently brushed against her during his movement.
"Show me how to get out of this place."
"There is no showing you," he informed her. "It is possible only with my permission."
"Then give it to me. Do whatever you have to do so I can leave this horrid place!"
"You may leave, Mudblood," was all he said. The door in the next room over instantly swung inward upon his words, and she let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't come looking for me," she ordered of him, making him sit on the edge of the bed to watch her exit. "I'll kill you if I see you again. That's a promise."
She hurried to the door, and stopped at it, remembering that Snape had disapparated from the room the day before, which meant that she could too.
She breathed in deeply, after landing on outside ground, smelling the scent of the cold winter night, once again, a free woman. She transfigured her bathrobe into an acceptable set of Muggle wear, and began the process of jumping from one apparition point to another, heading to a new continent all together.

AN: This chapter's my favourite so far. Had a lot of fun writing it.
Review Responses:
Sherlocked17: Yeah, he is, lol. I always love writing Blaise's char.
Anna: She'll handle her own when she's able :)
Mady: Hey, thanks for reviewing. With Hermione, I just think she'd been through a lot and has lost a lot of her spunk. War really changes people. We'll have to see how her character becomes in this story. Writing as I go along, and I'd like to make her come out stronger than what she's been the last week or so. Um... she IS strong (I have some ideas rolling around my head on how I want to present it), but only in the right circumstances. Draco's possessiveness will come, yes. His little plans with Hermione will backfire on him-- horribly so too.
angel_baby_10: I keep reading that Rowling doesn't consider Draco a decent character (as far as his personality goes). This kind of bothered me, given what he does in the future after DH, so I wanted to write about him being as awful as she claims (worse, actually, since he's capable of murder in this story). *shrugs* He'll get even more vile, just so you're warned. I do have a much nicer version of Draco in Let There Be No More Curse, if you're wanting a sweet and loving portray of the character.
Mitch: Samual's "In Holding" at the MoM, in a cell similar to the one Hermione was in when Draco retrieved her and brought her to his Manor in Chapter 2. Hermione thinks he's dead, as she think he's a Muggle. Death Eaters don't tend to allow Muggles to live if they come across them.
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