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edenatknight · 7 months

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Hello Mudblood - more Draco Manacled pov

Based on Manacled written by SenLinYu. Draco Malfoys pov. Draco has found out Hermione will be at Malfoy manor sooner than expected.

Manacled is my first fanfic and I am still in recovery. My brain couldn't put it down now I can't stop writing. Soz I didn't plan any of this so this 'chapter' narratively takes place before the first one I wrote, which you can read here: Hello Mudblood.

Pls excuse spelling mistakes etc, this is a first draft and I've mostly just poured it out of my brain as it comes. I might do some edits if this momentum continues. I've not absorbed any extra material either, such as Sen's Q&As, so this is born from my own imaginings based on reading Manacled. I've tried to emulate Sen's style.

I think for this one I probably have a couple of continuity errors. I'd love to know if you find any. If I continue writing Dracos POV I'll start making sure the details align with the Manacled more closely.

Yep this is definitely on its way to being a Dramione fanfic account now lol

~ How could you be so stupid? ~

Draco thought he had more time. But Healer Stroud had notified him Hermione's training was being cut short. She'd be arriving at the manor earlier than planned because she was due to be fertile. He hoped he had another month to prepare.

Instead he had to risk contacting Snape outside of their agreed correspondence and arrange urgent, unscheduled meetings; apparating halfway across Europe to meet in the middle.

They both punctually appeared at the designated meeting place within a second of each other. Both quickly cast detection spells over the area, heavy dissolutions on themselves, and Draco topped it off with a couple of privacy & muggle repellent wards. They were miles away from civilisation standing on a cliff at night in the cold air, overlooking a calm sea. It was unlikely a muggle would pass. Draco had learned you can never be too paranoid as a spy, he expected Severus felt the same.

Snape was visibly put out by these hurried meetings. Even their carefully planned correspondence was a risk that neither wanted; but this liaison couldn’t be avoided. Hopefully this would be the last time they would meet have to meet like this if all went to plan.

“Here, take these.” Snape said as he thrust a pouch full of vials towards Draco like he couldn’t hand them over quick enough.

Snape didn’t turn to face him. Instead continued facing the moonlit sea. They both stood in silence for a moment listening to the waves below.

“It is a contraceptive. Undetectable. It will not affect your…” Snape hesitated and his usual unwavering composure was visibly cracking. “It will not affect your, potency.” He grimaced at finishing the sentence. “Neither will it show up on any diagnostics. It’s attuned to your magical signature to block conception. I've done the best I could away from my lab with the time cut short. You’ll have to hope it is enough. Take one within an hour of…” His voice wavered, unable to complete the sentence.

Snape didn't look at Draco. Draco didn’t want Snape to look at him anyway. He’d made Severus his unwilling accomplice in planning to abuse Hermione. Draco didn’t want to see his shame reflected in his old professors eyes; but he was selfishly grateful he didn’t have to do all of this by himself.

Snape took a deep breath.

“I am still of the opinion that the safest course of action is to impregnate Granger. We would have a guaranteed nine months that the Dark Lord would not be able to perform legilimency on her. And you would have no need for…this.”

“I can’t...” Draco‘s voice trailed off and he looked down at the grass in shame. “She isn't going to be in the manor long enough for the lack of a pregnancy to become suspicious. I can’t do that to her.”

“And this is somehow better?” Snape snapped, turning to look at Draco, face twisted into a snarl, gesturing with the bag still in his hand. The distain in his voice was palpable.

No. It wasn't.

It was something to buy time, at least.

Snape clearly didn’t trust his ability to deceive the Dark Lord, but Draco wasn’t going to trade Hermione going through an unwanted pregnancy for their self preservation.

Until the day of the battle of Hogwarts prison, Draco and Snape had barely said two words to each other in years. They had passing interactions in service to the Dark Lord, but otherwise their mutual indifference toward each other maintained a distance neither had any inclination to close.

Snape had known when Malfoy became a spy for the order, but for most of his time in Voldermort's ranks Malfoy had no idea about about Snape spying for the Order. He thought all this time Snape's position in the Order was as a spy for the Dark Lord, not the other way around.

Snape was technically still an Order member and Draco still had an unbreakable vow to assist the Order in defeating the Dark Lord. Over the past 16 months he’d diligently been working his way through the ranks, elevating himself to High Reeve. The convenient side effect of volunteering to track down the remaining Order members meant he was now perfectly strategically positioned for maximum impact to destabilise the regime upon his death.

His only motivation was the hope that someone in the resistance had saved Hermione. Instead he ended up systematically wiping them out and consequentially narrowing his options now she'd been found. He was was surprised he hadn't dropped dead already due to the vow. But with Hermione and Snape still alive, technically, so to was the the Order of the Phoenix.

He hadn't failed in his vow yet.

Draco would have been content with never speaking to Snape again after leaving the shack to take Ginny to the safehouse. But when he returned Hermione was gone, there was a litter of bomb ingredients, and a note. If Snape was still in the room he'd have killed him.

When Hermione disappeared after being captured, Snape was the first person he turned to. No longer with murder on his mind, but with the small hope he'd had rescued her. He hadn't.

After years of minimal, clipped, mandatory exchanges between them, Draco then endured the rage, disappointment, disgust, and contempt that spilled forth from Snape. It was as though years of tension was being unwound and verbally piled onto Draco.

Draco sat there, head in hands feeling defeated, as Snape unloaded the torrent of verbal abuse. He felt like a child being scolded in school again - but much, much worse.

Snape paced before him, loomed over him, barley taking a breath, and let it all out. He spat phrases like venom at Malfoy. “Stupid child.” “What were you thinking?” “How could you be so stupid?” “Your arrogance is going to get us all killed.” “You don’t deserve have someone like her care about you.”

He'd never seen Snape lose it, it probably rarely happened. Not all of it was about Hermione & Draco, some of the rant sounded like things Severus simply never had the opportunity to say out loud to anyone. Snape had endured serving Voldermort a lot longer than he had.

Draco didn’t even try to argue or explain himself, justify his choice to blow his cover. He said nothing. What could he say? Snape was right about all of it.

Snape had every reason to be angry with Draco. He couldn’t stop Hermione going through with her plan to destroy the Sussex Lab because of him. Draco had insisted on an unbreakable vow to prevent Serverus from interfering with protecting her, or taking her anywhere she could be endangered while he took Ginny to a safe house. All Snape could do was watch as Hermione built bombs.

They both knew Hermione well enough that any attempt to persuade her off a course of action was futile once she'd made up her mind; and Snape was powerless to physically remove Hermione thanks to the vow. In the chaotic aftermath of the Orders defeat, it’s not like he even had anywhere safe to take her if he could.

The twist of the knife had been Hermione’s deft manipulation of their mutual distrust of each other to achieve her objective.

Draco could almost admire the unhesitating ruthlessness, if he was so fucking angry with her.

All he could do in this unending rant was take solace in the fact that someone else cared enough to get angry.

As they stood on the cliff together Snapes lecture swirled in his brain like he'd heard it yesterday. “How could you be so stupid?!” often got stuck on repeat.

With 16 months to mull it over he knew exactly how he could be so stupid.

To say he fucked up was an understatement.

Draco underestimated Hermione, underestimated her feelings for him, and didn’t trust Snape when he should have, resulting in her capture. Draco knew he’d go to any lengths, the rest of the Order be damned, even blow his cover to make sure Hermione got out. He did not expect Hermione, or anyone for as long as he lived, would ever do the same for him.

At the time someone caring about him that much wasn't something he knew how to process. It was so far from his being. He let himself fall so completely for her accepting it was never going to last because he'd probably die soon anyway; either by the Order because of her betrayal or from Voldermort catching his betrayal. So he made the most of their shared affections, stealing those moments where the war didn't exist between them as the first respite and warmth he'd had in years.

His nihilism was meant to be the fail-safe but it had unwittingly opened the door to him revealing more of himself for her to love, more than he even knew of himself. Since none of it mattered, what was the harm?

Still, the idea of Gryffindor Goody-two-shoes-bookworm Hermione Granger falling truly, completely, madly in love with Slytherin Death Eater Draco Malfoy felt utterly absurd, even as that reality played out before him. Even when he gave into falling for her in spite of himself, he'd convinced himself that the burning fierceness he felt for her in his heart would never be mutual.

He was wrong.

The stress of protecting her, imagining losing her, loving someone during this war, had eroded parts of himself he'd neatly tucked away long ago. His past was bleeding through his occlumency walls into his world and influencing him; and he didn't figure it out until it was too late.

He promised to keep her safe. His failure was eating him alive.

He didn’t believe in Hermione. He didn’t believe in all he’d taught her. He didn’t believe she’d ever want to save him the way he wanted to save her. His heart had never left fifth year. His mother never truly left that cage. He’d felt the same hopeless desperation to save Hermione as he did with his mother and the fear clouded his judgement. He ended up feeling just as trapped as young Draco and acted rashly, thinking blowing his cover was all he could do, because he saw Hermione as just as helpless as his mother was.

Except she wasn’t. Not in the slightest. Hermione was anything but helpless.

She was fierce, ruthless, calculating, determined, brilliant.

He did not expect her to march into enemy territory, blow up the lab, set the sky on fire, risk her life, all to protect him.

He’d empowered her to protect herself, whilst never fully internalising that it had worked - until she levelled a building and took out almost all of the UK’s dementor population.

He’d felt a momentary swell of pride when he’d learned of the destruction of Sussex. It didn't hold long against the wave of panic upon discovering she'd seemingly vanished immediately after being caught.

Now she really was helpless, robbed of her magic and forced to into servitude; with him as her master no less. He didn’t even know how begin reconciling these contradicting realities. They each lived in their own box. His brain might collapse in on itself if they touched and he’d suffocate under the weight of his own internal walls crumbling.

Admitting to himself that he fucked up didn’t even begin to compare to the consequences they were facing. He hated himself for it. He hated Voldermort more. But the shame of what was to come outweighed it all.

After all this, the irony now being that she didn't love him at all. She didn't even remember him.

He missed her desperately.

When Draco found out Severus was a triple agent he didn’t feel that shocked, it was exactly in the realm of how Snape could operate. Snape was probably a more skilled occlumens than Voldermort, he’d have to be to survive this long.

Draco had selfishly considered the risk of someone else in Voldermort’s ranks knowing of his colluding with the Order. If Snape was ever caught, he would likely be too. He contemplated killing Snape to mitigate the risk, now he was just grateful that someone else existed that could help get Hermione out.

Severus didn’t care about anything, or anyone, but he clearly had a deep respect for Hermione. Draco realised it was more than simply respect when he practically Avada’d Draco with a look as he admitted his plan was to rape Hermione five times a month for as long as she was in the manor.

It will be motivation for Snape to help, he thought coldly. These runes really did feel like a curse when he could conjure such a despicable manipulation to gain some footing against overwhelming odds. Draco used Snape’s obvious fondness for Hermione and his resistance to enabling her abuse to manipulate him into risking these meetings and expediting their rescue plans; and in that context feel no shame or remorse that the leverage hinged on himself being the one to administer the abuse.

The quicker Snape helps me get her out, Draco thought, the less Snape would have to endure the guilt of being an accessory to raping Hermione.

Draco’s ability to compartmentalise was chilling even to himself at times.

Ruthless. Driven to Succeed.

Nothing else mattered.

Severus couldn’t come up with a better plan that avoided months of rape anyway. He wasted a bunch of time debating alternatives with Draco when he’d already considered all the angles and made up his mind. Without the logistics in place she was stuck. They both were. If Draco didn't make a show of impregnating her, Voldermort would know about it.

He’d have burnt down the entire regime and himself in an instant to save her, except the solution to getting Hermione out was too intertwined. He had set up a safe house and Ginny was already there but he couldn’t just turn up with Hermione.

They had to make sure Voldermort couldn't come after Hermione and find Ginny as a result. Draco couldn’t separate getting Hermione out, making sure Voldermort never found out about Harry’s child, and assisting the Order in defeating the Dark Lord; which also involves destroying any remaining horcruxs. The last step to all of this, the three of them in the same place to remove the manacles. Hermione couldn’t go anywhere with them still on her wrists.

It was a balancing act. All had to somehow happen for all to be successful.

It would take time to put the pieces into place. Draco couldn't leave his post and Snape was assigned to oversee the political situation in Romania.

There was no other way forward except maintaining the farce of using Hermione as a surrogate. Even Snape had to relent and agree there was no other way, but Draco had to draw the line somewhere.

"I can’t do that to her."

Draco sounded defeated as he quietly repeated the words, more to reassure himself that he wouldn't, couldn't, go that far.

He was grateful for the ocean air on his face that cooled his flushing cheeks as he took the pouch of contraceptive potions from Snape. His stature went back to facing the ocean, clearly communicating that he didn’t even want to look at Draco.

The feeling was mutual. Draco wanted to crawl out of his skin.

To maintain the ruse of trying but failing to impregnate Hermione, he couldn’t use any standard contraceptive potions as they would be easily detected. He obviously couldn’t dose Hermione even without her knowledge for the same reason.

Snape was the only person he could turn to for a solution. Severus formulated a contraceptive potion specifically attuned to neutralising Draco’s virility by using his magical signature, leaving it undetectable once the deed was completed. To do that, Snape needed a “sample”.

Draco’s insides cringed.

He didn’t know who was more uncomfortable in that conversation. Having to talk to his old professor about how his virility needed to be quelled was far worse than having Stroud praise him for it.

Draco didn’t embarrass easily. But handing over a sample of his own fluids to Snape was more mortifying than he could never have ever imagined. Especially since providing a sample proved to be challenging, unsurprisingly, since he couldn’t get out of his mind who he was going to hand the sample to. He had to take a potion to help the process along and triple lock any thoughts of Snape behind a dozen occlumency walls.

Infuriatingly, his runic enhancement to be “driven to succeed” didn’t cover masturbating into a cup.

He might have felt some relief from being handed the contraceptive potions in time for Hermiones arrival if all this hadn’t flooded back into his mind. He suddenly wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Draco immediately felt horrid. Here he was squirming over having to hand Snape a vile of his cum and the indignity was nothing compared to what he was going to do to Hermione.

He tucked away the pouch into his robes.

There was nothing else to say. The decision had been made. Both wanted to exit the discomfort of this situation and never speak of samples or virility ever again.

Hermione’s arrival was only a few days away.

His heart would skip at the thought of seeing her again if it wasn’t so weighed down with dread.

Without another word, Draco vanished from the cliff with a crack.

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