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His Relinquishment	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70413 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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"She's gone." Severus said, removing the curse off Draco.
It took Draco a few moments to realize what he had said, as the effects of the spell still lingered in his mind. When he was able to think for himself again, he was stunned, in complete disbelief that she had managed to escape, and had made him help her do it.
It was a horrible thing to do, and he had never expected her to do such a thing. She had been part of the Golden Trio— perfect, law abiding, would-be heroes, where their choice spells were harmless ones like 'expelliarmus' and 'stupefy'. So, when had she switched her beliefs? When had she learned to master that curse, a curse that was once forbidden to be used?
He had tried fighting her off, determined to reclaim his wand and make her beg for her life for using him like some bloody puppet, but no matter how hard he fought against her force, she had complete control over him. Even after she was long gone, and had left him alone to sit on the bed, immobilized for hours until Severus found him and released him from the spell.
When had she decided to fight fire with fire?
Then anger took over him.
She had escaped. Using his wand. Using him. He went mad. He went crazy. He cracked.
Draco didn't much remember what exactly he had done, but after he was finished turning everything in the suite to rubbish, he took note of his surroundings. His damage— the effects of him losing his temper.
A window was broken. A vase had been tipped over, practically cracked in half. Shards of many sizes from a mirror was shattered, capturing the damaged surroundings in their reflections. The desk was turned on its side, its chair was scattered around in several pieces after it had been repetitively hit against numerous structures.
"Are you finished now?" Severus asked calmly. He had watched the ordeal from the doorway, safely out of harm's way.
Draco stood in the center of the suite. His chest was heaving in and out, full of rage. His fists were balled up so tightly that the nails of his fingers were digging into his palms, piercing the skin, drawing blood. But he didn't notice this. He didn't feel the pain from it, nor did he feel the blood pricking out of the freshly made slits of his flesh.
He was going to kill her. He really was. She had some bloody nerve to attack him and take his wand. To touch it. To use it. She imperiused him, forcing him to follow her every command, like some fucking slave.
He was going to find her, and he was going to skin her alive.
Oh, yes, he was fucking pissed. Very much so. Rightfully, so. She was brave for doing it, but terribly stupid, and the Mudblood was going to regret what she had done to him.
"You'll have to tell the Dark Lord."
Draco's head snapped up at his godfather's statement, looking him in the eye. All his anger went away as if a hose had been turned on, spraying his emotions and washing them all away. He swallowed hard. His throat rejected the action, nearly making him choke on absolute nothing.
Merlin, Severus was right... the Dark Lord would need to know. And Draco was going to be in deep shit for letting her get away.
He placed his hand up to his forehead, shaking his head in distress. He may as well be as good as dead. This was serious. The Dark Lord would find this unacceptable.
"The sooner the better," Severus told him, gesturing Draco to come with him.
"I'll find her!" Draco said hastily. "I'll bring her back!"
"He'll still find out she's gone, Draco. He needs to know. He needs to know now."
"I didn't ask for this," Draco said, swallowing back sobs. "I did everything! Everything he ordered me to do! I don't deserve this! I've been loyal! I've been faithful!"
Severus said nothing, his face was frozen with a blank look. "You will need to remind him of those things, then," he told him, setting a hand onto Draco's shoulder, apparating them outside of the Dark Lord's lair, located in the dungeons of Hogwarts.
Draco shook violently as his godfather clanked the door knocker twice, the sound echoed eerily, filling the hollow hall path with the dreadful noise. If Draco still had his wand, he probably would have ran.
Severus pushed him into the room when the door opened, allowing them access into it. The Dark Lord stood facing out the window of His massive room. The size of the room was unnecessary since it was mostly bare except for a still portrait of Himself hanging on the wall, a long, oversized desk, and a few armchairs. The window revealed nothing, pitch black from the night, since it was impossible to see underwater without using a spell (in the day, the creatures of the lake could be seen swimming many feet below the surface).
His hands were set behind His back, one holding on to the other's wrist. His wand was lazily placed in His hand.
Both Severus and Draco dropped low to their knees. "M-My Lord..." Draco stammered.
"I've been expecting you, Draco," his Master acknowledged him. "I half expected you to run."
Draco said nothing, waiting for Him to continue. He was not going to confess to Him that the thought had crossed his mind. His heart thrashed into his chest, cramping it. He forced himself to breathe slow and deep.
"But here you are, awaiting your fate like a good, little boy," He purred. "You please me, Draco. You are such a faithful servant. You may stand. I do not intend to kill you today, my son."
Draco's eyes shut in great relief. He let out breath of air, standing up to his feet. "Thank you, My Lord," he said in pure gratitude.
"Do you believe that your Mudblood wife didn't earn her placement on my scoreboard?" The Dark Lord hadn't turned from His spot. His wand tapped patiently against His backside.
"Your scoreboard doesn't lie, My Lord," Draco stated automatically. "If you feel I am second and she is first, then that is the way it is to be."
"That is not what your vocal tone tells me," the Dark Lord argued gently. "You will find your wife, Draco," he ordered, changing the subject altogether. "You will bring her back, and you will learn her weaknesses. Am I clear?"
Draco understood perfectly well. The Mudblood was not to do this again. There wasn't going to be a another chance. This was his first and only one.
"Yes, My Lord," Draco answered in a whisper, unable to find his voice.
"Excellent. Take Blaise with you. He is incredibly exceptional at finding runaways. When she is back into your possession, you will promptly bring her to me."
"Yes, My Lord."
"You're both dismissed," He said, acknowledging Severus's presence for the first time during the visit. "Do not displease me, my servants."
"Thank you, My Lord," Draco and Severus said in unison and exited the room.
"I need a wand," Draco muttered to Severus once the door to the Dark Lord's lair was shut behind them.
Severus nodded in agreement. "I've spares at the Manor."
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I don't even know where she could have gone," Draco informed Blaise impatiently. Blaise was digging through a bag that he had brought over, only half listening.
"I'm surprised you're still alive, mate," he said, taking out a flat, round device that looked much like a tiny clock. There was a knob on it, and he started fiddling with it. "How the fuck did she even get away? Short of imperiusing you, I don't see how—"
"That's exactly how," Draco informed him bitterly.
Blaise looked up from his clock-looking item. "Oh..." He was shocked. "You fucked up bad, didn't you."
"It wasn't my fault!"
"She is your responsibility," Blaise reminded him with a shrug. "And I did warn you about her." He grinned. "You underestimated her. Yes, you certainly did."
Draco grunted. "No... I didn't..."
"Come on, Draco," Blaise said coaxingly. "Tell me how your wife outsmarted you. I want to hear it!" His eyes were glowing with anticipation. "I bet she was sexy doing it. Wasn't she?!"
"There's something severely wrong with you!"
"Did she hit you? Kick you? Stun you?"
"She turned into this super-hybrid ninja thing," Draco grumbled sarcastically. "What's that anyway?" He motioned to the Blaise's device.
"The best invention ever," Blaise explained, turning his attention back to it, inspecting it with heavy interest. "You'll thank me for this, mate."
"What's it do?"
Blaise rolled his eyes. "What else would it do? It searches for things, people included. I created the device— Shh! Just don't tell anyone about it!" he said seriously. "This is what makes me the best Snatcher of them all. This is what makes me great. It's not failed me yet."
"How's it work?" Draco eyed it, watching Blaise mess with it.
"It scans the Earth for a match of whatever I put in here." With that statement, Blaise lifted up the top half of it. It lit up with a golden light and made a small clicking noise. "It's perfect for finding a lot of things— even dragons, and pixies!" He smiled widely, proud of himself. "To find someone, I just need a bit of the person you're looking for. Preferably something that is not messy. Cleaning this thing out is a bitch."
"Oh, yes, as if I keep a jar of her fingernails in my potions lab!" Draco snarled, crossing his arms over his chest with a shake of his head. "Who does that?!"
"Merlin, you're thick today! Stress doesn't do you a lick of good, does it?" Blaise disappeared into the bedroom. "Pack yourself an overnight bag, we'll probably be gone for a few days," he called out.
Draco joined him in the bedroom, finding his friend bent over the bed, looking over it. "What in the hell are you doing now?"
Blaise reached out and plucked something off the pillow, holding it up to the light. "This'll work just fine." He showed Draco a piece of hair. The Mudblood's hair.
"Don't forget to have her things packed too," he told Draco cheerily as he set the strand of hair into the device, snapping the lid closed.
"She isn't going to need a damn thing besides a set of teeth when I find her."
"Temper, temper," Blaise tsk'ed. "See you in ten minutes." With a pop, he was gone.
Draco had one of his house-elves pack a few bags and then he shrank them down so he could store them in his pocket. Blaise arrived just as he was finishing, along with his wife.
"She's coming?" Draco questioned, as Blaise handed off a couple of shrunk bags to the dark haired woman who stuffed them into a bigger one and shouldered it.
"Just because you let your wife run off, loose in the wild, doesn't mean I have to pause my duty on baby making." He winked at Draco, pulling the woman to him, giving her a rough kiss on the cheek. She stiffened to his touch.
"Ready?" Blaise asked Draco, taking his wand out.
Draco saw Blaise's wife remove a wand herself, and he pointed his at her. "Blaise," he said in alarm. "Your Mudblood has a wand."
Blaise chuckled. "Well, of course she does! Now stop pointing yours at her. Get a grip, mate."
"You allow her to have one?" Draco asked in disbelief, he didn't lower his wand. Blaise had to grab a hold of it before Draco finally put it down to his side.
"Unlike your wife, mine is actually obedient. Quite boring, but just the same, she's trustworthy. Aren't you, babe?" The woman said nothing, shifting her eyes to the floor. "See?" Blaise clapped Draco on his shoulder. "She'll be no problem. She knows better, don't you, Bernice? Tell him what will happen if you're a bad wife."
Bernice's shoulders lifted in a shrug. She mumbled something,
"Ah, my meek, little shy bird." Blaise laughed. "Got her entire family locked up in my dungeons," he supplied Draco smugly. "Well, other than— who was it, Bernice, your little sister?"
A small sniff came from her. She gave a nod.
"Does wonders making someone watch while you fillet someone alive. Their screams of agony is likely the most traumatizing." He giggled in amusement. "Shame I had to kill her, she was a good fuck." Bernice let out a sob. "Oh, now, don't cry, little shy bird." Blaise pat her head, petting her hair down. "You don't have to worry about that ever again, do you? Just so long as you be a good wife."
"You really did that?" Draco asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer.
"Course I did, how else would I get her to mind me? I don't want to damage her. She's my wife. So I had to do it to someone else. Someone she cared for."
Draco coughed uneasily. "That's pretty sick, Blaise." Though, not unheard of in these days.
"It works though," Blaise assured him, using a soft tone, hugging his crying wife. "Shh, Bernie, you're okay. She's in a better place now. Remember how sorry I am? Oh, but you know I had to do it." He tenderly kissed the side of her head.
"Let's just go," Draco announced uncomfortably. "The sooner I find the Mudblood, the sooner this nightmare is over."
"Follow my lead," Blaise said, separating from Bernice and pushing in the knob to his device. The light went off on it. "Well, she's not anywhere around here," he informed a second later.
"You don't think?! Course she's not going to stick around!"
Blaise laughed. "Be fair, mate. This has a 2,000 mile radius."
Draco nodded. The Mudblood had traveled far.
"Did you pack plenty of energy potions? You'll need them. We have a lot of travel in our near future."
Draco nodded, having already thought of that possibility.
"Then we're off! We'll apparate to Sofia, Bulgaria first. On Vulgar, alright? That's a popular place everyone likes to hide at." Blaise then disapparated without waiting for an answer. His wife went closely after him.
Draco sighed, already tired from the event, and it was just beginning. Unlike Blaise, he didn't like the game of cat-and-mouse. There was a reason he wasn't a Snatcher.
*/*
"Hermione," a soft, grim voice addressed her. Arms wrapped around her and she burst into sobs, clinging onto his shoulders. Squeezing her eyes shut, she buried her face into his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "So sorry..."
The images were stuck into her mind. Bloodied bodies, turned inside out, horror and pain frozen on their faces. Three adults, two children.
"Hermione," Harry started, setting a hand onto her shoulder. "If you want them buried, we best do it now. We've little time..."
Hermione sniffed, clearing her nose. She pulled from Ron, and cast a spell on the dead people, wrapping them up in blankets to preserve what was little left of their bodies.
Her eyes found the red writing on the wall. The smell of blood made her physically sick. She bent over, gagging. Nothing came out. Her friends stood by her side, not knowing what to say to make her feel better. She straightened a moment later, gripping her wand and told Harry and Ron to help her levitate the bodies out of the home and into the yard where they would bury them.
The words on the wall made her tremble in grief.
A pity you weren't here to save them.
Hermione woke up, coughing and choking for air. Hardly was she ever able to get rid of that memory. She shivered. She could still smell the rotting, dead bodies, and vividly see the words written in human blood.
She rose up from the ground to her hands and knees, gagging. Just like in that horrid memory, nothing came up.
Hermione wasn't sure how many times she had apparated, having had lost count after the fifteenth casting. She faintly remembered stumbling to the ground, with just a mere idea of where she was, passing out from exhaustion.
It was morning where she was, warm and windy. How long had she slept here for? She wasn't sure. She sat down, wincing at the ache in her head. The starving pains had returned, now that she was able to focus on them, the adrenaline of her escape had wore off. After she had gone through all she had with Malfoy and the spell castings, she could only assume that the potion Malfoy had given her was some expensive energy replenisher. Hermione wasn't sure how else she had managed it, since she had been too weak to walk before.
She certainly wouldn't mind another one of them.
She almost laughed. Though, not quite in amusement. She just found it ironic. Here she had thought he had been trying to poison her when, in actual fact, he was trying to help her. And help her he did. She got his wand, attacked him with it, and made him set her free.
She didn't know why he had been trying to help her, and didn't care about it anymore. Now all Hermione had to do was make sure she was never found, so she'd never have to see him or any other Death Eater again.
Last she knew, she was in Australia. She may still be there. Warm and wet leaves were beneath her, big bushy trees stood above her, birds tweeted in the tops of them. Frogs croaked.
She was in a rain forest.
Malfoy's wand lay next to her where it had fallen when she had. Hermione snatched it up. "Where am I?" she asked it. A holographic map of the world swirled out of the end of it. A marker blinked.
Queensland, Australia.
She must had slept a while then.
Hermione stood up to her feet. She'd have to prepare herself for a stay here. And quickly. Before she got too weak again. She'd need food and water sources. Hermione made to find the food first, knowing it could rain any moment, meaning she could catch water in cups transfigured from rocks.
With a few Point Me spells, she was able to find some edible fruit two hours into her search, and a nearby running water source that was full of fresh, jumping fish. She immediately started casting spells to conceal her whereabouts, choosing this location to reside in.
Hermione made sure to collect a couple meals worth of food before she allowed herself to fall back to sleep. By the time she was through, she was confident that she was safe.

AN: Will write chapter seven when I'm finished with my other Dramione's latest chapter.
Review Resposes:
RavieSnake: Well.... I'd say so...
Mady: Just feeding the muse, heh. :) It came quickly, so I had to write it before I had forgotten it!
Mitch: She probably wasn't thinking.... Spur of the moment kinda thing.
angel baby 10: If it were really up to him, yes, he wouldn't waste his time one her. Unfortunately, it is NOT up to him.
Sherlocked17 : Well, if only for the time being... *shifts eyes*
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