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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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Louella and Kota had encouraged Hermione to officially join their Muggleborn club. She didn't believe in blood separation though.
"Well, all Muggleborns are members automatically," Kota explained. "We were just hoping that you would stick around and show your face a little. The other official members would love to meet you."
Hermione nodded. "If the opportunity arises, fine." She looked down at the ring on her finger, fiddling with it. She bit her lip. Maybe she shouldn't be here. It would bring danger to these kind people.
"Listen..." she spoke up after dinner. "I'm very thankful for your hospitality, I've not met such friendly people in ages. But if I stay here, I'll be putting you in danger. The man that's after me, he's not a very nice one, and I think he's finding me through this—" Hermione held up her hand, showing them the ring.
"Hermione," Louella said slowly, meeting Kota's eyes seriously. "That ring doesn't have a tracker in it."
"It... doesn't...?" Hermione stared at it. "How can you be so sure?"
Louella took a sip from her cup of coffee. "I've been studying magical jewelry since eighth grade. That ring there is protecting something."
Protecting...
What could it possibly be protecting...? Malfoy put it on her. He wouldn't protect her... Would he...?
She shook her head in disbelief. "No, the bastard that put this on me would not concern himself with me! He told me that I was his slave after putting it on. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't doubt that this is some binding object, sealing me to him. He found me after I had escaped— he and his friend— and broke through my wards. If this isn't some sort of tracking device, how could they have they found me? I was concealed by magic!"
Kota shrugged. "I've learn that there is always a way to crack through a spell, to cancel it, to stop it. Every charm, hex, and curse has a counter to it."
"And what about the killing curse?! It's unblockable, you do know that, right?"
Louella shifted in her seat. The two friends were seemingly having a conversation with their eyes alone.
"Not necessarily..." Kota finally answered.
"No, don't give me that." Hermione shook her head. "The killing curse can not be blocked."
"Well, I've seen it done," Louella told her. "With my own eyes."
"Me too," Kota added. "In a couple different ways actually. Surely, you can't forget Harry Potter—"
"That wasn't a block!" Hermione insisted. Tears stung her eyes. She pressed her fingers to them, not allowing herself to cry. "He was actually hit with the curse."
"In all the dueling you've been in, you've never seen someone block a killing curse?"
"I wasn't much paying attention, I was very much concerned in keeping alive!" Hermione's snapping remark made the two Americans sit back in their seats, silent, afraid to say anything more that would offend her. "I was taught," she began softly. "That it was impossible to block it. No shield could, and no spell of protection."
"There has been new discoveries made," Kota gently explained. "New techniques. And new studies. One very special one was started because of your friend. A theory had been made when it first happened. It has been recently proved true."
"And..." Louella pointed at Hermione's ring. "I think what you're wearing is a piece of that discovery."
"Are you telling me that this here will protect me from the killing curse?!"
"I think so," Louella answered seriously. "I can't quite tell, but it is protecting you from some sort of high amount of offensive curse."
No. Hermione wouldn't believe it. Why would Malfoy put such a thing on her? Why wouldn't he want her dead? Why would he protect her?
This news was too much. She stood up, fanning her face with a hand. The threat to faint was upon her. Her vision disappeared. Her mind clouded with millions of questions, and none of them had any answers.
It just couldn't be...! He wouldn't...! Malfoy would never do such a thing!
Then all at once, she was calm again. Kota and Louella stood at each of her sides, holding her up.
"You alright, Hermione?" Kota asked in worry. "Do you need another sip, girl?" He held up a purple potion with black speckles swirling around it.
"I'm fine," she whispered dismissively, still thinking about the news of the ring.
Is Malfoy actually protecting me from something? she asked herself. From what? Could it be the killing curse? Did he really not want her dead and had made proper precautions to prevent him from doing it, should he lose his temper?
And if he didn't want her dead, what did he want her for? To torture her?
She needed answers. She dearly needed answers. Her sensible mind tried telling her that it really didn't matter, but her curiosity always over powered her sense of mind.
"I have to go," she said abruptly. "Where's the wand that I came with?"
"Under the pillow in charmed room— why do you got to go?! You just got here!" Kota followed her to the room she had woken up in, with Louella close behind him.
"I can't be around you. Malfoy will find me, and he'll hurt you—"
"We know how to fight," Louella assured her.
"Yeah, he won't take you from us! Muggleborns unite!" Kota thrust his wand up toward the ceiling meaningfully.
"No, he'll kill you, okay?! That's what Death Eaters do! Especially with those who are close to me. He'll not hesitate. And... and..." Her voice went stale, sending Louella a look. "His friend is with him," she managed to whisper. "He's a Snatcher, and a rapist. He'll kill you too..." Hermione looked away uncomfortably, finding the wand under the pillow where Kota had said it would be.
"You are one of us, Hermione," Kota said firmly.
Louella nodded. "We're not going to allow some Pureblood piece of shit take you back there."
"You deserve a better life."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm not staying. I'm—"
She was interrupted by a knock at the door. "This is the WLE, Mr. Lambert," a voice of a male echoed throughout the home. "Open this door, or I'll be forced to break it down!"
"Wizard Law Enforcement," Kota noted grimly. "Dewberry is a fucking jackass. Let me get rid of him."
"Wonder what he wants," Louella spoke softly, following a stalking Kota out of the room.
"Who knows with that lump of goblin turd!"
Hermione stopped at the end of the wall in time to see Kota throw the door open, growling, "What do you want, Dewberry?"
The man he addressed angrily was short. Shorter than even Hermione. His dark blond hair was combed back, looking wet and slick— likely some sort of glamour spell. He wore yellow and white fancy official looking clothes, and had his wand drawn out, pointing it directly at Kota.
"Harbouring a fugitive, huh, Lambert?" He was giddy. "Oh, that'll give you a month in prison. Hands up, you worthless sack of—"
He was stopped suddenly, gasping on his last word, flying forward, and tumbling to the ground.
"Get out of the way, you thick yank!"
Hermione's heart leapt into her throat. Just as she foresaw, Malfoy had found her again. He hadn't seen her yet, too busy kicking the WLE member out of the way of the door. She ducked behind the wall.
"Mr. Malfoy, that is a National offense—"
"Just shut your face, you whining, little, ninny," another voice warned darkly.
Zabini's.
"Where's the Mudblood?!" Malfoy demanded to no one in particular.
Kota laughed. "Who the fuck are you to enter my home? Some limey bastard, that's for sure." He blocked Malfoy's spell, sending a hex back at him. "To the room, quickly," he told Louella and they took off.
"Blaise!"
Thudding following them as Hermione ran, leading the way to the room they were in just before this all took place. They piled in, breathing hard, and Kota slammed the door just as Zabini reached it.
"We've only come for you, Mudblood," Zabini said gently, as if he they weren't enemies. "We'll spare these Americans if you freely come. Promise."
"Let me out," Hermione stepped up to Kota. He refused to move. "They'll kill you," she told him.
He shook his head, smirking. "This is a special room. Come on!" He then flipped the bed up easily, crashing it up against the night stand. There was a trapdoor under it. "I always wondered if we'd ever need this." He pulled the trapdoor up, revealing a case of stairs. Below was brightly lit with a yellow, welcoming glow.
"And I had hoped we wouldn't!" Louella cried.
"It'll be alright," Kota held out his hand for her to begin descending the stairs.
Hermione jumped at the harsh pounding that was now starting at the door. Malfoy was bellowing and making horrid threats to her.
"You think that's really going to get her to come out?!" Zabini demanded.
"Just fucking break through it already, Blaise!"
"I'm trying, but you're not helping by making all that ruckus!"
"He's going to bust through that," Hermione warned Kota. "And when he does, they'll kill you. Go without me!"
"Do you think they'll really spare us anyway?" Kota asked wisely. "As soon as you open that door, we're exposed to them. We'll protect you, Hermione. We're your friends now. You're our family. You can only trust us now. Forget them. You know they are bastards. Don't believe them. Hermione, don't...!"
At the last minute, she hurled down the stairs. "Hurry!" she screamed up at him.
"I'm coming!" Kota cast a few spells, setting the bed back down where it had been. The trap door was concealed.
"They can't get us here, only Muggleborns can see the door." Kota assured Hermione through heavy breathing. He set a hand onto her shoulder. "Muggleborns unite." He gave her a smile.
Hermione hoped he was right, but after all that she had been through so far, she couldn't believe him.
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Draco plowed past Blaise once the charm on the door had been released. The room was empty of people. His pulse slowed in terror. His breathing stopped. It couldn't be... How had she done it again? His hope was shattered, and he nearly felt like crying.
He may as well just be dead, because he was as good as dead. When the Dark Lord would hear about this fail, he'd be killed.
He pressed a hand up to his neck, his pulse was slow, but harsh. Draco didn't want to die. He didn't...
He was a failure. If his father were alive right now, he'd be disappointed. His mother would be shaking her head, unbelieving that he could not do this one simple job.
Killing Dumbledore had been much easier than this! That was just crazy to think about!
"Blaise...?"
"Not now, my sweet Bernie, we're thinking..." Blaise softly scolded. "I still smell her, mate." He stuck his nose in the air, licking his lips. "Her sweet sweat is near."
Draco grunted. "Maybe it's just a leftover scent."
"I know the difference— Bernice, what are you doing?!" The woman was trying to lift the bed up.
"There's a door under the bed," she informed, panting.
Both wizards flew to her side. In unison they flipped the bed onto its side. The floor was bare besides a small layer of... dust... Draco looked closer at it. The dust had been disturbed.
Shoe prints...
"There's nothing here but dust," Blaise told Bernice who was pointing to a spot on the floor.
"No, there is door! Can't you see it?!"
Blaise cupped his wife's cheek. "I know this must all be so hard for you, darling, and I know you're so tired, and would just like to go home. I'm sorry I had to bring you along for this, but there is no door."
Bernice pushed his hand away and got down on her hands and knees, making Blaise sigh.
"Get up, Bernie," he ordered. "You're delusional right now. You lack sleep."
"It's here!" she exclaimed. "I see it!" She was feeling her hands around the floor until she pulled at something that Draco couldn't see, and a door came into view as she lifted it up.
"She's down there!" Draco said in excitement, arming himself. He could almost kiss Bernice!
Draco set a hand to Blaise's chest, stopping him from going down. "Let me go first. She's mine." His friend nodded and gestured for his wife to step out of the way.
Draco's heart was anxiously pounding with each step he took. They were trapped now. She was trapped. He had her. The American officers had blocked anyone from being able to apparate. The Mudblood had literally no bloody escape.
He had won. Finally.
There was a door at the bottom of the staircase. Draco charmed the sound of the other side of the door to repeat everything that was said so he could hear what was going on, analyzing his best moment to attack.
I must be patient and strategic about this. She cannot get away this time. I will not allow her to. I cannot allow it to happen. We must return if we're going to survive this mess.
Two people were talking, but neither was the Mudblood. He almost thought she had somehow gotten away until the male American asked, "Hermione, do you want some tea? It'll help you relax."
Draco smirked, hearing her quiet, quivering voice. She was frightened. Good. She should be afraid of what was going to happen when she was caught. Fucking bitch caused him so much trouble!
"I told you, Hermione, they can't find us here. Stop worrying."
"He's not going to stop looking for me, Kota..."
Draco narrowed his eyes. How would she even know that?!
Maybe it was because he had spent nearly a week searching for her. She was probably wondering why. Likely having kittens trying to figure out why he would even waste his time on her.
Because if you die, so do I, you little bitch.
And there was also the fact that the Dark Lord had commanded that they breed, like they were mere house-elves, paired for genetics only— not that Draco already hadn't been raised as such, but he had expected to mate with a Pureblood woman who would literally consider him as her master, for gracing her with such a wonderful life. Never had he planned to marry some filthy woman who didn't deserve what he had to offer. Especially one who wouldn't want anything to do with him.
Before the scoreboard, before the war had officially started, he had pictured a few worthy women to be his wife. All would have accepted his hand willingly and gladly. Draco knew it was solely because of his status and wealth, but he had grown up knowing nothing else. His parents' marriage had been arranged, securing both their families fortunes, and they had became good friends, eventually growing into something more as that friendship strengthened. By the time they had breathed their final breath, they had loved each other so much, that they would have each sold their soul for the other to live.
It was something Draco could only wish for. He was not going to ever have that with the Mudblood he had been paired with. Some marriages were better than others, and his was going to be one of the worse ones.
He was tired of waiting. It was time to claim his control of her again. Draco tapped his wand to the door. "We found you, Mudblood. Your friend's brilliant plan didn't work. I must ask, how do you always manage to make friends with people who are so bloody thick with stupidity?!" Silence followed his announcement. He didn't even hear whispering. "What are you going to do now?" he asked her tauntingly. "We both know you can't escape."
"What do you want me for, Malfoy?" She was just on the other side of the door, and if it were open, he could have easily snatched her neck and pulled her to him. "What is it that you really want?"
Freedom.
But that would never come. The next thing on the list would be a life of no torture. And if he did exactly what he was told, never failing, he'd be safe from it, tucked away deep in the dungeons of his Manor, making potions all day.
He didn't verbally answer her question. "I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. All you've done is hide and run." He waited for her to reply. But it didn't come.
Slowly, the door cracked open and the Americans began griping at the Mudblood who had done it. All Draco saw was an eye as she peeked out. "I have a wand," she warned him. "I could kill you."
"It'll serve you no use— unless you plan to kill us all: Blaise, his wife, and me. That's a lot of killing, Mudblood. Are you up for that? You still have a promise to fulfill to me, but you would have done that already if you could have, huh? You're no killer, are you... Granger?" He had purposely used her former surname. Maybe if he handled her a little gentler, she'd not fight him so much. He was tired, and needed rest. He had little energy, and didn't want to waste it on fighting her. Especially if it would give her the chance of escaping again.
"What do you want?" she repeated. She sounded depleted. Draco didn't doubt that she was as worn out from this all as he was, wanting it to finally end. "Why have you bothered yourself, risked death, to get me?" This lack of knowledge was poking at her. He had been right earlier to assume that she worried herself over unanswered questions.
"We both will die if we are not in Britain by Friday," he told her the truth of it.
"But why? Why me?"
"Hermione, move out of the way, and I'll take care of the Pureblood scum for you!"
Draco stepped closer to the door, his toes touched it. His face was less than an inch from the little bit of hers that was shown through the crack. "Do you want them dead?" he asked her darkly. His lips twitched smugly at the furrow of her brow.
"I don't want anyone dead."
He scoffed. "Typical bloody Gryffindor. It's why your side lost. You peace loving idiots."
"Your side lost many people too..." she quietly pointed out.
"Look, you're coming with me either way. Give yourself up, without a fucking fight, and I'll let their pathetic government servants handle them. But if I have to get dirty, I swear to you, the blood of your new friends will be on you, and you alone." He then lowered his voice for an eerie effect. "What do you think Blaise is going to do to the female one? I hear he likes it doggy style."
The little amount of face Draco could see of the Mudblood's had paled. She shifted her weight, thinking. "I want answers," she told him firmly. "I want to know why you put this ring on me."
"You're in no position to bargain, Granger. Surrender now, or your friends die. It's just that simple."
The Mudblood stiffened. "We'll fight you then."
Draco laughed. "Don't be ridiculous. Why risk their innocent lives? Are you worth theirs? Are you worth two of them? Maybe you want to hear them scream. Perhaps you want to watch their rape and torture? Blaise! Your assistance is needed! It's time for some Death Eater fun!"
The Mudblood swung the door open and he was faced with three armed people. But the numbers were evened once Blaise and his wife joined him. Spells went flying. Blocks, dodges, and lunges were made. There were a few grunts of pain. Someone shrieked.
Draco's main target was the Mudblood, who seemed to think the same with him. They hurled spells one after another, neither getting a proper, decent hit in. She was a tough opponent, he'd admit. Like no other.
The scream of the American woman caught her off guard though as she turned in distraction, momentarily forgetting to shield herself from Draco's attack. She fell to the ground screaming as his crucio curse hit her. He hastily summoned his actual wand from where she dropped it and with it, he focused on the burning pain he had sent to her mind, making her feel his excruciating flames of fire.
Blaise and Bernice were dueling the American male. The female one was unconscious. "You're losing, yank," Blaise teased with a cocky grin. "How shall I kill you? Should I let you live long enough to watch me bury my cock deep into your woman's cunt?"
"You're a sick freak!" the American shouted, taking high offense by the threat.
Draco released the spell from his Mudblood. She was trying not to cry, but Draco honestly wouldn't blame her if she did. His spell made grown men cry and beg for death. He then flung the same spell to the American who didn't see the curse coming in time. The man screamed.
"Please," the Mudblood pleaded of him, getting up to her feet . "Stop this...!"
"You wanted a fight," he told her, masking his face with a blank look, knowing full well it was a scary thing to have. It would frighten her more if she thought he didn't care about the torture he was doing to the man in the same room.
He did though— just a little. It made him sick to his bloody stomach. But it would be rewarding in the end. The Dark Lord will be pleased when he found this out, and it also helped with her. She was begging him. And that was nearly music to his ears.
"I don't want to anymore!" She touched his arm, shaking him. "You'll kill him! Stop!" The Mudblood was panicking now. Her words spoke true. "I'll go back with you! Okay?! That's what you want, right?!"
He turned his head, looking at her. "I explained this already to you, Mudblood," he told her coldly. He reached out his arm quickly, gripping her neck. "You didn't listen though." He squeezed her hard, making her wince. "Did you?"
"No...!" she whimpered.
"You had your chance to surrender. I thought I was being quite fair."
"I'll go quietly!" she said in a rush. "I'll not fight! Spare them, Malfoy! Please!"
Draco flicked his wand ending his curse. He nudged his head toward Blaise, giving him the permission to continue his attack.
"Malfoy?!" The Mudblood had her hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to pry it from her neck.
"You won't fight me?" he asked after a thorough thought. "You'll travel back with us quietly, you won't kick me, hit me, punch me, or any sort of attack?"
Hope shined in her eyes before they closed, and she took a massive breath. "I will not, but only if Kota and Louella are allowed to live. You can't kill them, and you can't have someone else do it either."
He almost smiled at how clear she was about her demands. He must not have been the first snake she had negotiated with.
"Well..." He reined her around him, pushing her toward the door, poking his wand into her back. "Let's get going then— Blaise, we're leaving!"
"Already?!" the Italian man asked in disappointment. He wiped the back of his arm across his bleeding face where a slash was.
"We've got what we came for."

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