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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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Draco tossed and turned, trying out several different positions to find a comfortable one to sleep in. It was impossible for him to sleep. Part of his insomnia was that he couldn't relax. They had been searching for the Mudblood for two days now, without coming across a single trace of her existence. He was beginning to doubt Blaise's device even worked. That was his least concern though.
He was more worried that she may be dead. Her health had been in critical condition, and even if she was the best and strongest witch out there, she'd not survive much longer without proper nutrition.
He punched his pillow in frustration. If she died...
Draco shook his head. No, he couldn't allow himself to think what would happen if they found her dead. Or... if they didn't find her at all.
He wouldn't return without her, he wouldn't be allowed to return without her, and he certainly wouldn't go back if she had died. If he approached the Dark Lord with such news, Draco would not come out of His lair alive.
Merlin, Draco hoped that bloody gadget Blaise had invented would seek her out. He was not interested in living a life on the run.
"I know, I know, little shy bird." Blaise's coaxing voice crept through the wall between them of the tent they had set up. Draco could faintly hear Bernice whimpering. "I've no choice but to do this, it is His orders," Blaise continued softly. "Now hold still, darling. Don't make me tie you down again."
Draco grumpily pounded on the wall that his bed was set up against. "Put on a silencer, will you?! I'm trying to fucking sleep!" This had happened the night before also. Blaise didn't waste any opportunity to shag his wife senseless.
And she was not quite a willing participant in the activity.
"You're just jealous, mate!" Blaise retorted. "I've got my little Mudblood here and you don't." The man refused to do what Draco asked though. Blaise thought the world should know what he was doing, and he was proud that he could tie a crying woman down and fuck her until she was unconscious.
Draco sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He rubbed his eyes, tired as fuck, but had too many thoughts clouding his head. The constant apparition spells were taking a toll on his body. Energy potions could only work so much. Eventually, he would have to get some natural rest.
He stepped outside into the warm night. It was summer here in Africa, unlike back in Britain. He leaned up against the door, resting the back of his head on it, looking up at the storm clouds off in the distance, which promised a short burst of rain. The air smelled clean. Unique and fresh. He actually quite enjoyed it. It was a wild, outdoorsy scent.
Draco clenched his teeth together, hearing Bernice's muffled protests. He crossed his arms over his chest, pressing them to him, seeking some sort of distraction from what was going on behind him in the tent.
His thoughts turned sour about his own Mudblood. He was angry with her and vowed revenge for her ruining his life, but until he had heard Blaise force himself on his wife, Draco had never given much thought about how he and the Mudblood would perform the act of mating. Obviously, he hadn't been looking forward to it, and she wouldn't either (or she wouldn't when she found out that they would have to do it anyway). It wasn't until this little hide and seek adventure took place did Draco start to seriously think about what would have to be done to successfully impregnate the Mudblood. Like Bernice, she wouldn't be a complying partner, but they'd have no choice. She would have no choice. He would have no choice.
As Blaise had said, the Dark Lord had made orders, and they were going to be completed. They either did them 'willingly' or they would be forced to do it. It was much more easier and less damaging to just do what He said.
In truth, when Draco wasn't blind with rage, he didn't much like causing torture. He'd been made to do it in his past and every time it had disgusted him. His cock didn't get hard like Blaise's did over the thought of raping a woman. Blaise had forcibly shagged many woman (Muggles mostly) before he tortured them to death. When Draco had to kill someone, it was usually quick and painless— unless he was ordered to do otherwise. That was why he had worked his arse off to be the best of the best. Those who were highly ranked had choice pick of the available jobs. Draco's had been potion making with Severus. It was peaceful, and required no torturing of people (there were plenty of Death Eaters who chose to torture for a living, so it wasn't like he was needed in that field). They had worked side by side for months in solitude until the whole Scoreboard rubbish had been brought into motion.
Draco had never raped a woman before, and in all seriousness, he didn't want to start now. Even with the Mudblood, who he had grown to hate with a bloody passion. He preferred to fuck those who were willing. Those who would pleasure him, and visa versa.
His mind went a little too far with that thought, picturing the Mudblood's body beneath his, placing soft, sensual kisses to her throat, nipping at her, marking her skin with dark red blotches.
He shuddered in complete disgust. How in the bloody hell was he actually going to be able to follow through with all this?! Draco really was beginning to believe that he would have to have someone imperius him to perform the task.
He wasn't a monster. Not quite anyway. Alright, so, yes , he had found it a delight to kill a couple of his rivals in his past, but he really was just a man who did what he had to do in order to survive in this nasty, cruel, despicable world. And his life was worth a hell of a lot more than theirs were. To himself, to society, and most importantly, to the Dark Lord.
Bernice's screams finally stopped. Either Blaise was finished with her and had put her into a peaceful slumber, or she finally depleted what little energy she had left to fight and had passed out because of it.
Draco didn't care which it was, so long as her screaming had stopped. He went back inside and got into his bed. He may have a chance to sleep now that the tent was quiet.
More than likely not, he thought bitterly as he yawned.
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Hermione found it better to sleep in the day, when it was hot (she couldn't work in the hot temperature) and less eerie. The night noises kept her awake. On the first night of her stay, she had sat with her back to a tree and had lit a fire to keep away the nocturnal animals.
As far as rainforests went though, this was probably one the safest ones. Most animals that roamed here didn't tend to purposely harm humans. She just had to watch out for the crocodiles, that was her biggest threat.
Hermione always made sure the wand she had stolen from Malfoy was with her. In her hand as she rested, or tucked away in a pocket as she worked.
She foraged leisurely in the very early mornings(starting just before dawn), quickly coming up with a routine. It took hours to gather what she needed for the day at the slow pace, but if she did too much too quick, she'd wear herself out. At ten in he morning (she'd know this by casting a quick spell), Hermione would go for a refreshing dip in the water to cool off, and then she would curl up in her makeshift bed (it was currently made of fresh leaves that she had plucked from surrounding young shrubbery), and just sleep.
She'd sleep until the birds stopped singing and the frogs would start their nightly mating croaks. That's when she'd eat what she had earlier collected, cooking the fish over a fire, and snacking on juicy, sweet fruit until the meat was cooked thoroughly.
Five days after her escape, she was starting to feel much better. Less hungry and less weak. She was getting bored with eating fish though, wishing for something different. So, Hermione went looking to see if perhaps the source of water where she got all the fish at would have some fresh water shellfish.
She cut up some raw fish and tossed it into the water little bit by little bit as bait. Shellfish (crayfish especially) could taste the meat in the water. The smaller fish came by quickly, making Hermione frown as they fought over the chunks of floating food. She did see something dark move at the bottom of the water though, getting her hopes up.
And there it was, a nice decent sized crayfish. She licked her lips, anticipating its flavour in her mouth. With a spell, she built a trap and put some bait in it. Hermione then set it in the water and walked a ways up the bank as to not disturb that particular area of the water while she fished for a couple fish for dinner that night (just in case the crayfish didn't take to her bait).
Twenty minutes later, she returned to see that her trapped had worked. Hermione smiled at her success, grateful for all the books she had read, and Muggle survivor programs she used to watch on the telly when she was young.
If it hadn't been for all those books, all that knowledge, she'd have been fucked in this situation. She may had even died the first night that she had been here, not knowing which plants were edible and which were poisonous.
She went to sleep that afternoon with a smile on her face, happy that she was as prepared as she could ever possibly be.
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"We'll try one more location before settling down for the night," Blaise informed the others.
Draco exhaled a breath. The night before, he had gotten a full night of sleep. Blaise had been too tired to even force himself on Bernice, so the tent had been silent the whole night (minus a soft snoring that had come from Blaise's side of the tent). But all this apparating had been taking a lot out of them. Especially Bernice, who Blaise had to side-by-side apparate that whole entire day, as he had been afraid she would end up splinching herself.
"Queensland, next?"
Draco's nerves were on the fritz. His limbs were shaking. "Wait," he told Blaise, taking out an energy potion. "I need a boost first."
Blaise nodded and said nothing as he and Bernice watched Draco down the potion. Draco inhaled a few times to calm his jittery nerves. A flood of calmness eased his shaking. "Alright, let's go." And Draco apparated first this time, with the other two landing gracefully next to him soon after.
"Ho, mate!" Blaise gasped out excitedly. The device in his hands was glowing. It clicked rapidly, sounding much like a sewing machine when it was being used.
Draco's eyes widened. His pulse picked up, the energy potion he had just used was doing him no good now. "We found her?!" he asked, half in relief. He also couldn't believe that she had finally been found.
Blaise didn't answer him right away, and spun around in circles. The clicking adjusted its speed to slow and very fast as he changed direction. "That way." He pointed north, finally answering Draco.
And so they walked. Blaise started talking about wards then, explaining a list of them, insisting that the Mudblood was probably using a few of them. The more complicated ones of course.
"How do you bust through them?" Draco asked when Blaise had mentioned that he'd have to break them down just as he had done before when he had first caught her a week before then.
Blaise smiled smugly. "I've got a device for that too." When the clicking slowed, Blaise explained that she was less than three miles away. He then cast a spell, gathering up debris from the ground and tossing it up into the air in the direction that they had been traveling in. The debris clung to an invisible solid structure.
A ward.
"You two rest." Blaise had Bernice hand him a shrunken bag which he released the spell on, and began digging through it. "It'll take me a while to break through this."
"How can I possibly sleep now?!" Draco demanded. "Knowing we're so close to her!"
Blaise sniffed the air. "She's not close enough for me to smell her, and I have the nose of a bloodhound, but just the same, keep your voice down, these wards don't block off noise."
"Can I help?"
"No, Draco, you'll need all the rest you can get in order to be able to seize control of her."
Draco nodded.
"Bernice, start making us sandwiches. This is going to give me an appetite."
Draco smirked, picturing the shocked look on the Mudblood's face when she would see that he had outsmarted her this time. In just a few 'short' hours, he'd have her back again, and when they got back to the manor, he'd have to decide a fitting punishment for her.
She would have to learn that she could never do this again.
Never.
"Let me go in first," Blaise instructed hours later, after he had announced his success with a wide grin. "She'll not recognize me until it's too late. Bernice, you'll stick by Draco until I say otherwise."
"Okay," she mumbled quietly.
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The crayfish had been so good, Hermione was in bliss. She had ate every bit of the it and the fish, swallowing it down with some juice that she had made from a mixture of fruits. She hadn't felt this happy, this content, in so long. And it was all because she had been able to eat a decent few meals.
If she was able to keep this up, she would able to put some weight back on.
Hermione settled herself against a tree, looking out into the night, slowly getting accustomed to the nightly sounds of the forest.
She heard a beastly growl, sending the hair on her skin to stand. That was the first time she ever heard a growl in this forest. She readied Malfoy's wand. Her eyes searched the night, looking for the animal that the growl belonged to. She sat as still as she could, not wanting to spook the wild creature.
It appeared then, strutting out from the trees and into her open space of land that she had made into her own. A timber wolf bared its teeth at her, giving her a warning. She sat in terror, watching it stop at the fire, licking at the bones of the fish she had just finished. It then howled up at the sky, long and loud, and lowered its head at her, looking her in the eye, almost daring her to move.
It was at that moment Hermione came to her senses, realizing that this creature was not native to this part of the world. She raised Malfoy's wand, but before she could cast a spell, the beast leapt at her and tackled her, snapping its jaw and growling at her. It bit at the wand she held, and ripped it from her hand. Hermione yelped in fear, and started trying to kick and push the wolf off her. Her attempts were useless. It touched its nose to hers, growling low. Its hot, foul breath fogged her face, making her cough. She shrieked out as it stuck out its slimy tongue and slid it across her cheek, tasting her.
"Thank you, Blaise. That's quite enough."
Everything happened so fast that it was a blur. The wolf transfigured into a human form.
Blaise Zabini.
He sat atop of her, smirking like a chester cat. "Had you scared for a second there, didn't I, sexy thing? Thought I was going to eat your face off, you did."
Malfoy stood above her, her head between his feet. His face cold as stone.
He found me...
How?
Oh, God. She about whimpered, but wouldn't give herself up to him. Hermione squirmed underneath Zabini, who let out a moan of delight.
"Oh, little lioness, how good that feels. Keep that up, and it won't just be my saliva on your face."
Hermione's eyes widened when she clued in on what he meant. She went still, breathing slow and deep.
"Get off her, Blaise," Malfoy snarled. "She's mine to deal with."
Zabini poked out his bottom lip and backed up onto his feet where he stood. "Well, I suppose our journey is through, then."
"Not until we get back." Malfoy bent down and snatched a handful of Hermione's hair, yanking her up from the ground.
"Malfoy!" she shrieked out in anger and pain. "I told you I'd kill you if I saw you again!" She swung a fist at him, hitting him in the side of his head.
"Fucking Mudblood!" Hermione was knocked to the ground, her lip seared in pain from where he had backhanded her.
"Oi, Draco—"
"Not a word from you, Blaise," Draco warned darkly, pointing his wand at the dark skinned man. "Don't you even think about lecturing me on this subject, not after what you've done to your own Mudblood."
It was at that moment Hermione noticed there was a fourth person there. A tiny woman who stood awkwardly off at the side.
"I've no choice—"
"Well, neither do I!"
Hermione took this moment of Malfoy's outburst to fling a kick at him, bringing him down to his knees in pain. "Fuck!" he gasped, making Zabini burst out laughing.
"Mate, she may have just damaged any potential chance of you siring an heir!"
Draco roared in rage and lunged toward Hermione, but she kicked at his face, connecting it with both feet. Zabini laughed even more. His wand was drawn, but he was in tears, wheezing with laughter. "You're getting your arse kicked by your Mudblood, Draco!"
"Shut it and help me!"
"Bloody hell, it's more fun watching her beat the snot out of you!"
"The Dark Lord, you idiot!" Draco hissed, and attempted to attack Hermione again. She blocked his own kick, shoving his foot from her. He raised his wand, panting, but he didn't do anything. Hermione sensed something was wrong with him.
Besides the blood that was dripping from his nose, that is.
Zabini's face went to complete seriousness at Draco's reminding. "Back to work then." He flicked his wand and Hermione's arms flew to the sides of her body and she was pushed to the ground on her back. She noticed right away that his spell was not as strong as Malfoy's had been the last time she had been attacked with this very spell.
Malfoy held onto his nose and positioned himself above her, straddling her . "You'll pay for making me bleed," he told her calmly, touching his wand to her forehead.
She knew it was true. Seeing Malfoy calm and angry at the same time was not a good thing. She closed her eyes, tuning out Malfoy and Zabini's plans on what to do for that night, as, apparently, neither of them were in any shape to apparate anywhere.
Hermione quickly worked at breaking Zabini's spell off, and when she did, she stayed put, having a plan of her own. The wand that she had stolen from Malfoy lay unnoticed near her, completely forgotten by the wizards.
"Alright." Malfoy sighed regretfully. "We've really no choice, I guess. Let's set up the bloody tent." He shifted off Hermione, his hand snagging a handful of her hair, pulling her up with him. He wasn't paying her any attention, too arrogant in thinking he had control.
She took that moment to grab the wand from the ground as she was being brought to her feet. She quickly blasted Malfoy twenty feet from her, and hastily did the same with Zabini, not even giving him a chance to react.
"You have two seconds to decide if you want to come with me or not!" Hermione offered to the woman who had been magically assisting the wizards with the tent.
She pointed her wand at Hermione. "I can't let you go."
Hermione needed to hear no more. She apparated away. Far away.
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"FUCK!" bellowed Draco when Bernice released he and Blaise from the Mudblood's charms. He stomped at the ground in frustration. "This can't be happening!"
"I'm sorry, Blaise— I tried, but she—"
"It's okay, shy bird," Blaise murmured, pulling Bernice into a hug. "You did more than I thought you would ever be capable of up against her."
Draco shook his head. "Un-fucking-believable!" He began laughing. It wasn't funny, but he just couldn't stop himself from doing it.
She promised she would kill him if she saw him again, and it was beginning to look like she would be the cause of his death. Only it wouldn't come from her magic.
"Least there's no doubt that she's alive now," Blaise commented. "Stronger than ever though."
Draco pulled at his hair. He had been so fucking close!
"We'll have to do better next time," Blaise advised simply, resuming in putting up the tent. They were not in the condition to apparate anytime soon. Blaise laughed. "She's ahead by two, Draco. Three if you count that bloody nose!"
"Fucking shut your hole, or I will!"
Draco was not in the mood for his friend's jokes. His life was at stake here!

AN: This story can also be found on AO3
Review Responses:
Mady: Blaise's 'machine' is magically 'programmed' to look through concealing wards, but it's unable to detect things that are protected in an unknown ward to it though. Naturally, he's been studying wards though so it's more effective, so the device can 'cut' through most wards that are known. Blaise 'programs' each ward he comes across into the device, thus, since he captured her in Chapter 1, the device can now 'see through' any and all wards she had used that day. If she doesn't know this (and she wouldn't, because Blaise has told no one besides Draco and his wife), she'd still would use them, as they are the best that she knows.
DaFossil: We shall see what happens to his 'pompus, big ass'. :)
angel_baby_10: The correct answer: both, with Hermione in the lead. Woot!
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