Chapter 5: One night can change it all...

As predicted, Harry headed to her home baring flowers. Draco watched the sickening display of desperation on the boy wonder's part. Hessa sat and listened to him, of course she would, they shared a past together and being such a forgiving creature as she was, she'd listen. But to his dismay, she hugged Harry and they seemed to be having a close moment, one that made Draco very uncomfortable and incredibly pissed off. It was time that they moved their plan up. The Dark Lord was targeting valuable people to do some work for him, Ollivander being one of them and there was talk of his daughter and once the Dark Lord found out about her, well, by all means she was to be taken…but Draco was the only one that could control her for obvious reasons, reasons aside that of being an acquaintance...

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It was late, a few days had passed and she had not heard from Draco, she was surprised. Maybe he had changed his mind, it had to be because she wasn't a witch, and a pure-bred one at that. Yet Harry remained close and they were getting to know one another again, it was slow, but nice.

She was sleeping peacefully until at 1 a.m…..

There was commotion downstairs, it woke her up, she had heard, "get out of my house!" Something was wrong, father? Hessa got out of her bed and crept downstairs, who was he yelling at? She crept further and further and to her horror, there were Death Eaters! What could she do? As she tried to step closer but the board squeaked.

"What was that?" a familiar voice drawled.

Hessa planted herself against the wall, terrified…she needed to call the Aurors. There was a way for her to call them, Ollivander made sure of it, it was a little mechanism by the doors, quickly she turned and went to press it but her hand was caught…and by a very tall and very broad shouldered man, "planning on something?" He squeezed her hand and she winced, then he dragged her into the same room.

"You leave my daughter alone!" Ollivander yelled.

"Shut up old man, or we'll kill you both!" one yelled.

Hessa was thrown in front of Ollivander, wincing as she fell on her side but brought herself back up and crawled to him. His mouth was bloodied, "father, are you alright?" Then she turned to them, "what do you want!"

"The Dark Lord has a job for him to do, he should be honored."

She turned and glared at him, "honored?" Hessa stood up.

"Hessa, don't," Ollivander begged. "You can't protect yourself completely against them, there's too many."

But she wasn't listening, "we don't want anything to do with you or your stupid war, go away!" The pictures rattled on the walls. The Death Eater only chuckled, that chuckle she recognized…he was drawing his wand out, testing her.

"Stupify," a red beam came through but she blocked it, putting up some kind of shield, known as an auric shield, yet she was thrown and landed on her backside. "Still can't completely control your abilities girl? Or perhaps I'm just too powerful for you."

Ollivander saw how close she was to the door, "RUN, HESSA!" He was soon knocked out.

Hessa wanted to help him, but she didn't have a choice, it wouldn't do anyone any good if they were both either dead or captured. She could get out the window, there were things made for her upstairs that could get her to escape just in case the threats that Ollivander received for adopting her ever came true.

The taller Death Eater nodded to the slightly shorter one and he was after her, moving at a speed that she didn't realized they had. Hessa ran up the stairs, only to have her feet grabbed, causing her to fall hard, hurting her arms and knees. She was being dragged down so the Death Eater to get a better hold of her, she tried to use her abilities, but they weren't working, why weren't they working! "LET ME GO!"

He grabbed her arms and pulled her over his shoulder and brought back, then he slid her down but kept his grip on her, holding her close and in his cloak. She was struggling still until he put his hand on her throat, "shhhhh, my love. Calm down or your father could suffer more."

That voice, she recognized it, "D..Draco?"

The others were not paying attention, they were busy gathering information and material the wand maker needed to work.

"Yessss," he breathed in her ear. "Thought I wouldn't come back, thought I would give you back to Potter?"

Hessa seemed to sink into him, she let him hold her tighter, "what are you going to do?"

Draco pointed his wand under her chin, "forgive me, but you must be knocked out." He tilted her head back and kissed her temple gently, and the he whispered, "stupify." Her body surged and then went limp, she was swept up and carried off into the dark with her father.

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The covers were so warm, and the bed seemed to engulf her in its comfort. She stirred and blinked opened her eyes, where was she? In a room that wasn't her own…black and green, snake heads were engraved into the clearly expensive wooden bedpost. The Ministry would be alerted after all, wouldn't they? They would be saved? Hessa finally sat up and noticed that she wasn't alone…there was Draco sitting in an armchair, reading. Slowly he put the book on the table next to him and looked over, then stood up and walked over to the bedpost, "welcome to my home."

"Where is my father?" she sounded desperate and frightened.

"Somewhere else."

"Draco! Where is he…you….you don't have any right to do this to me," tears were forming.

"I don't know about that," he slid one knee on the bed and then the rest of his form followed, being very careful not to alarm her too much. Hessa watched him carefully, then decided this wasn't what she wanted and tried to get away. Draco grabbed her ankle and pulled her, sliding her across the silken sheets, pinning her and examining her for any injuries, feeling her legs and thighs. Then, without her consent, he took his hand and put it down her panties, taking a finger and examined, liking what he found…she was a virgin.

Hessa couldn't believe he did that to her, it hurt and it was humiliating, as if she was stock on a farm. She was even further disgusted when he sucked on the very same finger that violated her, "why…did you do that?" Her legs were tucked close to her and she was blushing, tearing as she held herself.

"I was just confirming something."

"You could have just asked!"

"Then what fun would that be? I wanted to feel you," he drawled. Draco saw her look away, "don't be afraid, I won't harm you and I think you know that."

"Where is my father?"

"I told you, some place else. Besides, I have to take you to the Dark Lord first. He has some things he wants to discuss with you."

"Voldemort?"

He almost hissed, "don't say his name…you say the Dark Lord or Lord, do you understand?" Hessa only glared at him. "Now, come along."

"No, I don't want to!"

"Hessa," Draco glared as if not to challenge him, but she stood her ground.

"You'd better go girl, or you'll have me to deal with," the familiar cold drawl, she looked up to find Lucius Malfoy staring at her. He turned to Draco, "you really must learn to enforce better, a woman must know her place." Hessa scoffed. "Do you think I'm playing girl!" Lucius came after her full force, smiling as he chased her, "where is there for you to go? You won't get off this property without being caught, cursed, or killed."

"Leave me alone!" she ran for the door but he caught her and carried her kicking and screaming, until he finally had her neck in his one large hand and started to squeeze. Lucius loved this, it was such a turn on for him to have a delicate creature such as this in his clutches, writhing in agony, but his son ruined his little fantasy.

"Father! Don't harm her!" Draco managed to pull her away from him, Hessa coughed and held onto him. "You want to get off that way, go to mother, she's used to it!"

Lucius took his cane and poked Draco in his thigh very hard, but Draco didn't move, he was used to his father's bullying, "be careful how you speak to me, my dear son." His tone was not that of love, it was a threat.

"I'm simply saying that you're hurting her and scaring her, making her even more uncooperative," Draco liked to think with his head more than his temper. He was far more like his mother, very good at manipulation, but he had his father's need for aggression now and again. He picked her up and carried her out the door, he leaned and whispered to Hessa, "I'm sorry about my father, I'll have to watch him around you."

"He hates me still, doesn't he?"

"No, it's something else."

"I don't want to go, Draco. I don't want to meet him."

"I know, but he won't hurt you as long as you do as he says. Stay put and listen, don't leave until he dismisses you, understand?"

Hessa could only nod and soon, they entered a large den with a hooded figure standing in the middle of it. He was tall and seemed larger than life, his head lowered, following Draco's movement of putting her in a chair. Slowly, the man removed his hood and Hessa couldn't believe what she saw, a man who's face looked like that of a snake, with red eyes and barely a nose. "Hello, child. So, you are Hessa?"

She nodded, trying so hard not to demand where her father was. He'd kill her if she disobeyed and she was sure Draco couldn't stop him.

"I suppose you are partly wondering what you are doing here, other than our Draco taking much interest in you. Most of the women that the Death Eaters select are kept far away from such, shall we say, ugliness? But why aren't you?" Hessa remained silent, that was her safety, her silence. Voldemort observed her, and smiled amusingly, "Draco has taught you well already. But tell me, do you know anything about yourself?" She shook her head. "Mmm. Would you like to?"

Hessa shot her head up, he knew about her? But what could he know that the Ministry didn't? She nodded.

"Yes. This will be great fun." Voldemort took his hand and lifted her chin, "such loveliness. A pearl before swine, a creature such as yourself could never be appreciated by those around you. They wouldn't understand how to nurture you, care for you." He stepped away and lifted a book, "but the Malfoys have these old books, a good two centuries old. Legends of great creatures long forgotten…and that would include you." Now Hessa was confused, she couldn't hide what she was thinking and Voldemort again chuckled, "you can't hide your thoughts from me, you know? What could I or the Malfoys possibly know that the Ministry doesn't? Quite a bit, I'm afraid. The Ministry is a bit of a joke, you know, running around trying to figure out what to do to defeat me, and of course your hero, Harry Potter."

She looked down, why was he doing this to her?

"I'm not doing anything to you, Hessa. Only the truth is lying here tonight. Tell me, do you know what a 'Conk' is? She shook her head. "A Conk is a creature, human of course, that has been around for a very long time, as long as there as been wizards. They are companions, but that isn't quite the word, it doesn't do them justice. A Conk is most of the time, a female, one with not necessarily magical abilities, but abilities that enhance a wizard's ability, a form of creature that once paired with the right wizard, can create and conjure some of the most powerful magic known to wizardry. Their blood, their saliva, and….certain OTHER juices," Voldemort smiled when he made Hessa blush, "can be added to a spell or potion, even a wand to make it more powerful. But they are not only useful in that aspect, as I said before, they were companions. They could meet the…NEEDS of that wizard, excellent lovers, in fact, the word 'Conk', inspired the word 'concubine'. I should show you a picture of the lovely creatures."

Voldemort opened the page to the very picture he wanted her to see. Hessa looked at it in amazement, it looked…the woman looked just like HER. He took the picture back, "my, my, my, such a likeness, valuable creatures. A wizard was lucky when he happened to be paired with a Conk, it didn't happen very often because they were a small race, not very many, and usually they were paired with pure-bloods and pure-bloods didn't have children with Conks, they had children with pure-blood wives. Eventually they seemed to disappear, not extinct, they just left our race alone…until now that is."

Hessa saw the look in his eyes and he seemed to be allowing her to speak, "What…what are you saying, that…that I could be a…Conk?"

"You are a smart girl after all. Tell me, what wizard discovered you first?"

"Harry…"

"TRY AGAIN," Voldemort hissed. "Who was the boy, at the mere age of eight, found you and who you tried getting to know but whose father was upset at the fact that you weren't a witch?" She looked up at Draco. "That's right…you remember now don't you? He told me when you were little how he discovered you and even then he knew you were connected some how. That's why he bullied you, he didn't know what he should do, go against his father's will or follow his instincts? And finally the clues led his father to the answer."

"Why would you even bother with me, I can't do anything?"

He cackled, "my dear girl, you are more important than you think, but you'll discover that later. Now, go."

Draco raised her up by her arms and dragged her back to her bedroom with this new information swimming in her head. She was this…this…thing a 'Conk'? When they came back to the room, thankfully his father was gone, "he's wrong…"

"He's not wrong, Hessa. We aren't wrong, I don't know where you came from but you are here, you're a gift for me."

She struggled as he held her upper arms, "I'm not a gift for anyone! I'm not!" Tears started to roll down her cheeks and her knees were giving way. "Please, let me go, please….please…please," Hessa sobbed in Draco's chest as he went down with her.

"Hessa," he held her.

Lucius opened the door without knocking, which aggravated Draco to no end. His father stood there annoyed, "so, our Lord told her, did he?"

"Yes."

"Not taking it well. Don't worry girl, you'll get used to being the property of a Malfoy," he smirked.

Draco rolled his eyes, how tacky, he was always so crude about women, even his own wife, "father, if you don't mind, I would like some time with Hessa?"

Lucius glared at the boy and then rolled his eyes, "if you must. But I did bring her that book, she may as well know about her heritage. Interesting information…"

After Lucius finally left, Draco looked down at Hessa, "are you better now?"

"It is you, isn't it? I'm supposed to be…" She didn't know why she did it, it was instinct but her hands went around his neck and Hessa kissed him full on the mouth. Draco responded immediately and started to feel her body, hold her close, he wanted to devour her.

Then he realized he had to go to that stupid Death Eater meeting, of all the blasted times! His Conk was ready for him, wanted him and he had to stop. 'Dammit,' he thought, but it wasn't the right time, this had to be done at the eve of her sixteenth birthday which was only a few days away. He had just turned sixteen, it was perfect, everything was just too perfect for her not to be a gift from the Gods. Draco pulled away reluctantly, "I have to go this meeting…I." He was kissed again and he gave in again, his member was hard as a rock and more than ready, yet he pulled away, "no, no….I have to go, Hessa. I'll come back, okay?"

Hessa looked confused, why did she do that? "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't be silly, I enjoyed it thoroughly. Now, I'm going to lock this door and I'll be the only that can open it, no wandering around is allowed with you."

"Why? Afraid I'll escape?" she snipped.

Draco grinned, "trust me, even if I let you out, you wouldn't escape. This is for your own safety. You, my dear Conk, are near your sixteenth birthday, you are at the height of your potency, hence why my father was a little too aggressive, so you are to remain here. I'll be back, just read that book my father brought you."

"I am not a Conk, don't call me that!"

He smiled again and shook his head, then left. Hessa sat there, this had to be some kind of cruel joke before they decided to kill her.