Chapter 1

4 Years Later

Draco stretched out his long body and looked over, Hessa lay peacefully and as expected she opened her eyes when he did. He petted her long dark hair and held her tightly, "good morning, my love."

"Good morning," she said softly. She was still as beautiful as the day he married her and she always would be until the day they died together. A Conk's lifeline was directly connected to her wizard if she willed it and Draco fully encouraged the connection. He refused to live without her - even in death. But it would also be better for her, if Draco died the Dark Lord would no doubt kill her or worse and death was a much better option.

It had been a four years now and Orion was growing up healthy and strong. He had the Malfoy intelligence which was what Draco was hoping for. His nuzzling had become heavy petting and as expected, Hessa yielded to him fully. His body always wanted her, even when Draco was away on missions, some of the Death Eaters suggested he take one of the concubines to calm himself but he never wanted them and at one point, requested that Hessa be delivered to him so that he could be with her.

There were bite marks on her neck and shoulders, scratch marks on her back and thighs from their love making last night - had once again been away from her too long. He purred when they finished and kissed her back, then there was a little knock, "mommy…daddy, are you okay?"

Draco grinned, "he must have heard us."

"Well, as loud as you are….," she giggled demurely as he suddenly wrapped his arms even harder and playfully growled.

"We are fine, my son. We will be out soon to have breakfast."

"Okay…," there was a little pout in his voice and the padding of feet on the carpet.

Hessa sat up, "I wish you would let him in sometimes…"

"I do, but when I've calmed down a bit after seeing you. I'm afraid not even my son will detour me when I need you, especially when I'm a away for days at a time."

"Yes, yes," she shook her head. Hessa remembered the last time Draco had come back from a trip. His son wanted to see him and play but Draco wanted one thing and one thing only and grew angry when the boy interfered. Draco apologized profusely to both Hessa and Orion and was much better the rest of the time he was home. "Damned dragon's blood," she said underneath her breath.

Hessa was pulled back hard and Draco had his hand clamped slightly on her jaw and his face close to hers, "be glad I have it…"

Hessa took his hand off but only because he allowed her too," Draco, don't do that!"

"Then don't be so defiant."

"You like me defiant."

"At times," he purred, he said it to annoy her but it was very true. He watched as she sat on her hips and tried to find her nightgown and once again she was pulled down and held to a point where she couldn't breathe.

"Draco," she managed to get out.

"Tell me…would you like another child?"

"Is that why you're so bullying this morning?" she breathed out. Hessa was used to his temperamental behavior by now but he was even more so when he wanted a child with her before.

"Maybe, but it is up to you as well," he eyed her.

She looked at him sarcastically, "you know that it really isn't."

Draco grinned, "but isn't fun to think you have a choice?"

Hessa scoffed and managed to get out of his grip, find her nightgown and robe and comb her hair, "we have to meet Orion downstairs, he'll want to play with you."

"And I want to see my son as well," he loved watching her. She looked back and smiled at him. "There is one thing you must know."

"Yes?"

"The Dark Lord is coming to see him today," now his look turned to caution when she tensed and her comb stopped in the middle of her hair.

"Why?" she finished the stroke.

"He wants to know what he's learned from both of us."

"Does he need to meet with him now, he's so young?"

"It's the best time to meet with him, get him used to him."

"I see."

"No you don't," Draco got off the bed and came behind her, took the comb out from her hand and was doing it for her now. "He is our son, we are practically considered royalty. He wants to make sure that Orion has the abilities and that everything is on the right track for him."

"Isn't that our job?"

"It is, but our family is close to the Dark Lord…should he one day want to be of service…," he felt her pull away, he hated when she did that.

"I don't wish to talk about this anymore," Hessa left the room quicky and Draco let her and sighed to himself, plopping the comb on the dresser simply stating, 'women.'

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Hessa grabbed up her son and kissed on his forehead, "how is my baby boy?"

"Mommy, you look sad," he frowned. "You feel sad, too…," ahhh…the Conk empathy.

"It's nothing sweetie, just my little boy is growing up so fast."

"That is he is," Draco's deep voice rang in the dining room, his son reaching for him. Hessa stood back and kept quiet.

"Daddy, mommy doesn't look happy…will you do something that will make her happy?"

Draco reached out and caressed Hessa's face, "daddy will do everything he can to make mommy happy again." There was sincerity in his voice and it made Hessa take her hand and hold his, pressing it even harder to her face.

They finished breakfast and Draco played with his son. It always amused Hessa to watch this now 6'7" male play with this small boy who hardly came up to his knee. But he was as gentle as he could be and spoke softly - it was amazing how such a fierce killer could do a 180, still he was so much better than Lucius ever was to Draco.

She went upstairs and went to the den to do the monthly ledger for the household. Letting the house elves know what needed to be bought and what needed to be cleaned. Draco informed her that she could hire someone to do their accounting but it was more for her to do when Draco was away and it gave her time to be alone - being a mother of a half-dragon wasn't exactly the most relaxing task.

Hessa remembered when her son threw his first temper tantrum and thankfully Draco was home. Hessa was trying to stop him from hitting and he was strong, even for a four-year-old. Draco grew annoyed and picked the boy up, Orion hissed first but Draco hissed much more threateningly and immediately the young one's lipped trembled and stopped struggling. Draco put the boy down and he told Orion to go to his room - he did and quickly. Yes, the dragon DNA apparently came over and it wasn't always fun.

She jumped, Draco had appeared in front of her desk all of a sudden, "I hate it when you do that!"

He seemed to shrug and dismiss her complaint, "Orion is down for his nap."

"He sleeps better when you're here, as do I," she barely looked up from her ledger.

Removing the pen from her hand, Draco came over to her side and knelt down, "I know you're angry about the Dark Lord coming, he won't stay long. He'll take Orion someplace private in the garden and…"

"You didn't say he was taking him," she interrupted.

"Just to the garden, he will still be here at the house. I know you don't like it but he is my son too." There was no point in arguing, she wouldn't win but could she fight her maternal instincts to keep Orion away from this awful man? She felt Draco's hands tighten around hers, "you cannot act out, Hessa. I'll stop you if you try to." Perhaps that was best. "He can't do anything to Orion, he has no need to…he has the same blood as me."

"You don't know that," she said softly but Draco dismissed it.

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After dinner the Dark Lord and Bellatrix showed and Hessa's presence was required as well. Orion clung to his mother as the snake-faced man came to them. "He has your looks, Draco…and his mother's eyes," Voldemort said.

"Thank you my lord," Draco said proudly. Orion was already a very handsome boy.

Voldemort looked down, "do you know who I am, Orion?"

"You're the Dark Lord?"

"Excellent," Bellatrix smiled. "He already has respect for you, my Lord. Looks like the father and the mother prepared him." Bellatrix knew Hessa's disapproval but she behaved and was a value to the family which was the only reason Bellatrix tolerated her. Out of what she considered kindness, Bellatrix gave Hessa a nod of approval, Hessa smiled mildly.

"Yes, very good, Orion. Tonight, I'm going to take you to the garden and we're going to have a little chat."

"About what?"

"About how you're doing, what you are learning?"

Orion looked up at his mother, "mommy, is it okay if I go?"

"You mean, is it all right if you go," Bellatrix corrected. "You don't want to sound like a muggle, because only muggles speak badly."

Hessa stiffened, she hated when Bellatrix corrected her son, "yes, Orion, you may go with the Dark Lord." She tried to smile and send feelings of safety and calmness to her son but it took everything she had to do it.

"Thank you, mommy," Orion smiled and took the hand of Voldemort, he was curious about the snake-face man that aunty Bellatrix liked so much.

Hessa watched with great tension and as the trio walked out, she felt her legs start to run and stop them. Draco grabbed her and held her tight to him, covering her mouth as she squeezed her eyes to stop tears, "shhh…it will be all right." But it wasn't all right, Draco felt her trying to fight him - it was the first time in a long time that she had done so, since the memory charm anyway. "Behave, Hessa!" he finally felt her relax. "That's my girl, they won't be gone that long, maybe an hour…you know they're still on the grounds, you can feel it. So relax."

He removed his hand from her mouth but still had his arms around her, she nodded. Draco had to distract her and unfortunately he could tell that mating was out of the question. When Orion was back in her arms, she would be much more agreeable, "I have some presents for you from my trip." He pulled out a few bags, but Hessa was not stupid, he was doing this to distract her but she let him and remained quiet. "Here, there is this lovely robe I found and I also got some of that rare makeup you like so much."

Hessa tried on the robe for him and opened up the makeup, explaining why she liked it so much, "thank you, my Draco." He loved it when she called him 'her Draco', it was a great sign of affection and the thank you was for more than just the gifts. Soon they were back, only a half of an hour had passed and both son and mother were extremely happy to see each other. Hessa gave Bellatrix a thankful nod, Bellatrix not having children of her own, had taken Orion as her adopted son and understood. She mildly acknowledged Hessa and left with the Dark Lord.