Chapter 6: The Book

Hessa paced back and forth, no, there was no escape. She felt so dirty and decided to take a shower, it was 7 a.m. Hot water hit her face and onto her shoulders, she noticed the expensive bottles of shampoo and soaps provided for her and suddenly there was this wave of guilt. Here she was enjoying a hot shower while her father could be in some cold dungeon being forced to make different wands, he could be hungry. But the only thing she could think of to do was let it play out and wait for an opportunity to see him, Draco would do that for her, wouldn't he?

She felt a bit better, but she was hungry and when she came out, there was food. It must have been the house elves, the house elves would most likely be the only ones that could get in or out of this bedroom. It was fruit and one of her favorite pastries, an almond cream filled croissant, Draco did pay attention to details, but most of the Malfoys did. Hessa sniffed it, making sure that there wasn't any potion, her father taught her how to do that, she had an uncanny sense of smell and could pick up subtle odors which she always thought was weird about herself, but Harry thought it was amusing.

Harry…

Would he know yet? He would have most likely heard by now or know because he would have stopped by the shop or even her house…no, he liked to sleep late, most likely he wouldn't notice until later on that day and Hermione would probably be the one to tell him, she always knew what was going on more than the two boys. Finally she popped a piece of fruit in her mouth and grabbed the book, placing it on her knees and looking at it as if it were something threatening. Was it a real book? It was very, very old from what she could tell, that page was marked where she should read.

Curiosity got the best of her and Hessa opened the book. The chapter read, 'The Conk: The Wizard's Ultimate Companion.' She read on;

The Conk is a curious race, made up of mostly females, their large eyes and strange hair colors made them a highly sought after commodity by the pure-bloods. Their unusual beauty was complimented by their abilities to enhance magic through their blood, saliva, or juices excreted after sexual intercourse...

"Eww," Hessa made a face.

The type of body fluid needed, was dependent upon what kind of spell or potion the wizard was trying to create. Yet their abilities didn't stop there. They had an uncanny sense of smell or taste, picking up any subtle poisons that might harm the wizard. They also had ability know as an 'auric shield', if the Conk was properly trained, she could create a shield that would reflect or cancel out a spell that was cast. A young Conk can only reflect back a spell that is verbally cast, but an older, more experienced Conk can sense wandless spells and reflect them back also. Psychic attacks are also one of their defenses, if the Conk feels threatened or others she cares about are threatened, she will attack and sometimes the effects can be devastating to the recipient, either needing medical attention or death. But a Conk cannot protect herself or attack the wizard she is bonded to.

The bond:

The bond is done at the eve of her sixteenth birthday. The Conk and her chosen wizard must have sexual intercourse on that night, and in order for the bond to be at its strongest, she must be a virgin.

She stopped, so that was why Draco checked…

Once intercourse is happening, they will lock eyes and the energy will rise in the room, both will feel an unusual sensation around their bodies. This is the time where the Conk is literally fed that energy and takes it within herself, it is here where she is able to know what she is to be to the wizard, what he would like her to be so that she may fulfill all needs. She will adjust to the wizard as he gets older and literally becomes his confidant for life.

If the wizard should die, she becomes property of the next living relative, unless the relative verbally releases her to be on her own again. It is here that she may go on her way, or seek another to serve.

Hessa shuttered, if something were to happen to Draco, Lucius would not be so eager to give her up.

If a Conk is pregnant with the wizard's child, she will either give birth to another Conk if the baby is a female, if male, the child will become, most likely, a very talented wizard with certain Conk abilities. Enough pure-bloods procreated with a Conk to perpetuate the race and it is believed there is a few villages of them now.

She continued to read until her eyes started to droop again and she quietly went to sleep.

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Draco went to her room, dear Gods it was a pain in the ass, he'd never had so many offers for something in his life, and that something was Hessa. Granted that only half of the meeting was business and the other half of it was basically partying, bragging about the muggles they tortured or killed. He just sat quietly, knowing he was supposed to be social when he would rather get back to Hessa, but he couldn't appear too eager, he couldn't show his true feelings toward her.

His father stood by him then, Lucius looked down at his son sitting patiently, "eager, aren't you boy?" Draco said nothing. "What a lucky boy you are, getting a CONK."

"I detect a small tone of jealousy, father?" Lucius said nothing now. "She's in heat, you know, it being so close to her sixteenth birthday…she's only technically fifteen, or does your sex drive know no bounds."

Draco felt this pain in his shoulder, his father had a tight grip and was squeezing, "I'd be careful, Draco. You are being far too protective…you do have the ability to give her to another man for the night." Draco jutted his jaw in anger. "That's what I want, a night with her."

He stood up and narrowed his eyes at his father, "you'll have it father…some time AFTER the bonding." Draco straightened his robes and decided to 'mingle' with the other Death Eaters, it would be a cold day in Hades before his father would see Hessa without her clothes on. Then he started to get more irritated when he received offers for Hessa…they simply did not understand. Voldemort found it amusing, but stopped a fight between him and another Death Eater when he refused the offer of 15,000 galleons.

Draco unlocked the door with a spell that he personally concocted; he found her sleeping soundly with the book on her chest. Shutting the door quietly behind him, he stripped into his night clothes, even though it was late afternoon, he was tired as hell and wanted nothing more than to sleep next to Hessa. Finally, after all these years of pretending, Draco had what he wanted. He remembered when he first saw her, it was of course, at Ollivander's shop…

There were big blue eyes peeking over the counter, they were huge and exotic looking…so pretty. She seemed to be smiling and playing with him, and Draco decided to peek around the counter to see this little girl while his father was bartering with Ollivander over something. She peeked too and smiled…wow, she really was pretty. He reached out and so did she, the little girl held onto his hand and there was this feeling of serenity…

"DRACO!"

He jumped.

"Don't touch that…that….MUGGLE. What are you doing!"

Draco was ripped from her and he made a noise of defiance, while she seemed to plead with her eyes that he come back.

"A pure-blood does not EVER bother with a MUGGLE, they are filthy creatures!" Lucius dragged him away.

Ever since that day, he would come around to simply pick on her…but not really, he didn't want to see her cry, yet he couldn't show fondness for her in front of his friends and especially his father. Later he found out what her name meant…Destiny.

He lifted the book off of her and put it on the nightstand, then climbed into the bed and put her in the nook of his arm, holding her tight. Hessa scooted further into his arms and then turned into his chest and woke up, "Draco?"

"Shhh, go to sleep."

"I read some of the book…"

"I know, it was open. You smell very nice, did you like the soaps I bought you?" he was closing his eyes.

"Yes, but I just thought they were guest soaps."

"No, I bought them specifically for you."

"Thank you…but is my father alright?"

Draco sighed, "yes, as long as he stays cooperative, he'll be fine."

"Please make sure he's taken care of," she whimpered, still tired.

"I will do my best, now go to sleep," his words were wasted…Hessa was asleep.

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It was evening when they were woken for dinner, still, Hessa was not allowed out of her room, but Draco ate with her and then went downstairs to greet his mother who was absolutely glowing. He knew that his mother and father did not get along that well, yet, she depended on him a great deal to handle things, to take care of her, and some part of Draco always despised her for not being a stronger woman. He knew his father hadn't touched his mother in a very long time, and no doubt, his attraction to Hessa caused them to finally become physical.

Draco kissed his mother on the cheek, "you look lovely, mother."

"Thank you, Draco," Narcissa smiled.

Lucius rolled his eyes slightly, he wasn't as satisfied, but Narcissa would do. To some extent, he hated his father for setting up the marriage to her, but she was a pure-blood and an attractive one at least. Lucius didn't really want to get married, he wasn't ready, and he loved women, so to be tied down so soon and to only one was annoying…now here his son was, tied to a Conk AND would be married to Pansi. Not exactly a great choice, but there were very few pure-blood females lately, some of the families were reducing to half-bloods, their kind was slowly dwindling. Pansi was annoying, loud, and not very lady like, Lucius almost grinned at the fact that Pansi would no doubt hate Hessa, who was graceful, kind, and above all…beautiful.

"I take it you've eaten, Draco?" Lucius drawled.

"Yes."

"How is your little Conk doing?" Narcissa was glad to have another woman in the house, she was curious about Hessa and did secretly disapprove of her being taken, yet there was nothing she could do. She was going to be the one preparing Hessa for the night of the bonding, at least she would get to talk to her then, and she seemed like such a nice girl.

"She's fine, but funny…always smelling the food to make sure it's edible."

"Just instinct, dear. She'll do it to your food as well if you let her."

"I guess that will come in handy with the times to come," Draco sighed. The war had begun, it was no longer hidden that Voldemort existed and the public hid in fear.

"Well, when you go to her room tonight, make sure you don't….," Lucius arched an eyebrow.

"I'm well aware, which is why I'm staying in my room tonight. She seems to get lonely without me, but it has to be done until tomorrow, it being her birthday and all."

Narcissa grinned, "you've bought her presents?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Absolutely, the fine outfits she'll be wearing according to Conk dress and some nice hair pins, and books, she likes to read."

"Make sure you bring her flowers, Draco, women like flowers," Lucius waved his hands. "And candy, be sure to go to one of the finer chocolate stores, not Honeydukes, that's for children."

"Oh, I thought that you may have forgotten that store existed…it's been so long since I've received a box," Narcissa chided at Lucius.

"Maybe if you were a little more agreeable, DARLING."

"Maybe if you actually touched me…"

Draco decided to exit at this point and subtly excused himself.

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Hessa sat at the edge of her bed and looked at the pictures of what she was, they were dressed elegantly, but there was one identifying feature, they all had a special earring on their right ear. One part of it clamped on the top of the ear and the other at the bottom, connected by two chains or three, depending on the design. It was called a 'servant's earring', and was designed by the Conk's wizard, often it showed the family insignia on it. They were dressed in outfits like she had seen in Asia when she traveled with her father, but the pants were very wide and flowing and looked like a dress when the legs were close together, which differentiated her from the Mistress of the House. Plus, they always seemed to be barefoot, the book said it was because the Conks enjoyed the feeling of texture on their feet which were very sensitive and loved to be caressed or massaged as a reward.

Hessa arched her eyebrow, she did like her feet rubbed and touched and her father always did rub them when she did really well on her tests…which made her wonder, did he ever know?

Draco jerked her out of her thoughts when he came in the door, "hello. Reading more I take it?"

"Yeah…but the more I read it, the more I seemed to be annoyed."

"Why?"

"Because I sound like more of a pet than anything else. It just seems like I follow you around all day and try and make you happy."

"I doubt that, you have a will of your own, it's just your main purpose is to serve me. Trust me, I don't want you like my mother…," he stopped himself. Yet, it was alright in a way, she was supposed to be his confidant. "My father has made my mother very subservient, she can't do anything without him…and even on her own it's rather sad. He treats her with no respect, no kindness, yet, she is very good at manipulating him when she needs to, an art she taught me."

"Oh. I….I am afraid of your father. I don't like the way he looks at me sometimes."

"Yes, I'm afraid he is something to fear. He is a violent man, cold and lustful, greedy as all Hades…"

"You were becoming like that."

"I was."

"What happened?"

"I met you," he sat on the bed beside her. "Do you remember that one day when I asked what you liked about Potter?" Hessa nodded. "You told me how noble he was, I realized then what a spoiled brat I was, becoming like my mother in some sense and letting my father handle everything, which he detested anyway. He wanted me to be a MAN, but I had no reason to be…until that day. I thought I could just take whatever I wanted, have whatever I wanted and I was wrong."

She kissed him again, such sweet words…and again, they became passionate. Draco found himself wanted to take her clothes off, even going up her shirt and trying to yank her bra off and Hessa wasn't stopping him He was inbetween her legs and they were fully wrapped around him, his hips were grinding into hers and she could feel how large he was. Draco was kissing her fiercely as she ran her hand through his long blonde hair, she heard her clothing tear as he pulled at her shirt. Then suddenly he stopped, "NO…no, no, no."

This was painful, it was painful in general, his member was on fire. Hessa laid there confused, "don't you want me?"

Petting her face, he looked down at her, "trust me, yes, I really…really….REALLY, want to fuck your brains out." Hessa was slightly surprised but remained as she was. "But tomorrow night is a very special night and you and I need to wait until then. And I promise you, you won't be able to walk when I'm through."