Chapter 13: The Penalty of Desire

Draco had managed to retrieve what Voldemort had wanted. An item, not a Horcrux, but a rare herb that would be made into a poison, one that would be given to Harry Potter, one that didn't have a cure. The silly fools were assuming that they were going for one the Horcruxes but they were wrong and Draco did his job beautifully. No one knew what he was doing, not even his own father who was used as a mere distraction. It wasn't past Voldemort to use his own men as shields for something entirely different, and Draco did it to merely keep Hessa safe, even though the bastard knew that she would protect them…but he also knew that Harry Potter wouldn't harm his friend/ ex-girlfriend.

Hessa sat brushing her hair, still slightly weak from the magical bomb, but well enough where she could perform her normal tasks. Draco watched her, how he dreaded telling her what his father wanted and if she resisted, he would have to tell her what was at stake. His father would harm his mother, a woman who was taking care of Hessa…Narcissa already knew what her sadistic husband wanted with the girl and knew she could do nothing about it.

The reaction was exactly what he expected as he dodged a small jewelry box, "NO! I won't do it! I won't!" Hessa started to cry, "how could you order me!"

Draco held onto her, even though she struggled, "I'm sorry…I don't want to do it."

"Then don't, please…."

"He's threatened mother, Hessa."

Her wet eyes looked up at him in horror, "he wouldn't harm her…would he? His own wife?"

"He would…"

"You don't want to give me to him…?"

He nearly choked back pain and tears, "no." Then he held her harder and his face grew angry, "do you think for one second that I would want his STENCH all over you!" Now his hands were on her face, "but how can I be so stupid, any man in his right mind would want you…your beauty alone, your gentle nature…." Draco was finally hurting her, nearly choking her, "I should kill you first…."

Hessa tried to pry his hand off, but it was no use. She was gasping for air and her eyes were turning red as she grabbed onto his shirt until he finally let go…suddenly realizing what he was doing. Gasping for air, Hessa felt him grab her by her waist and hold her, "why?"

"I'm sorry….I'm so sorry," Draco placed her on the bed and chose to lay next to her. "I don't want to do this….but even if I could run away with you, which I already thought, he would do whatever it took to hurt me."

"But it states that we shouldn't do that…if I'm given with the intention of being taken back, it would be disastrous."

"I know, but he won't listen," he just held onto her tighter.

"When…when am I supposed to do this THING?"

"In two days. I wanted you to be prepared, at least mentally. I…I won't be here when it happens," Draco felt Hessa tense. "I can't be here, I'll kill him if I am…and as cruel as he can be, he is still my father and Voldemort's right hand. Plus, he knows certain ways to subdue me and it would only make it worse for you."

Hessa put her hands over her face and sobbed, she felt like a mourner at her own funeral.

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She wasn't going to give up, surely Lucius Malfoy would listen to reason. Draco was gone for a few hours but his father was still home, maybe if she talked to him. It was said that Conks could influence men when they wanted, the book really didn't explain how, but they could, maybe something would happen…but she could also manage to piss him completely off. Still, Hessa felt she had to try…for Draco's sake and her own.

Lucius sat in his den when he heard the little knock on the door, he knew who it was and smiled, "come in, Hessa." He saw her little hands open the door and her small frame slip through, "what can I do for you?" Standing up, Hessa raised her head, how he toward over her and the senior Malfoy was clearly using his size to intimidate her.

"I…I heard that you…tomorrow night, that you had asked to…," Hessa was so embarrassed, and fidgeting so badly she was paying more attention to her hands then anything else.

"Yes…?" he was enjoying this.

"That you have asked to spend the night with me, sir?" her voice went up a few octaves.

"Yes I have," circling around her, Lucius could feel how nervous she was…how he relished in it.

"Why?"

"WHY? Isn't that my own concern?"

"It's just that….the book says I….we….shouldn't do that, especially since I'm already bonded to Draco and unless he has plans to give me to you, which he doesn't, it could cause problems," Hessa wanted to cry but she shut her eyes tight and found herself thinking of Harry, how she wished sometimes that he was the one she would have been bound to, this wouldn't be happening now if she was.

"And what problems would there be?"

"Just, there would be a conflict of interest. That it is very possible that there would be a confusion of feelings…and Mrs. Malfoy means a great deal to me, and I…."

"Mrs. Malfoy will not be here, as will Draco," Lucius came up behind her and put his hands gently on her upper arms.

She froze, "but I…I don't want to do this. I'm sorry….it's wrong!" This pain went through her arms and Hessa found herself swung around, facing an angry Malfoy.

"I'm sorry you don't WANT TO…but, do I not please you…am I not handsome enough for you?"

"Why are you even asking me that? I belong to DRACO!" She suddenly found herself being lifted off of her feet and squealed at the pain, Lucius' grip was more than hard.

"You listen and listen well, anything in this house belongs to me. And you, my pretty little pet, will do as I ask. You will give yourself to me tomorrow night, you will spread those lovely legs of yours and FUCK me the way I want to be FUCKED…do I make myself clear?"

But as soon as she was put down, Hessa slapped him hard, only to be slapped back to a point where she was on the ground.

"Hm. Do you think that hurt me, little girl?" Lucius grinned.

Hessa finally managed to push herself up, she had a bloody lip but turned and gave such a deadly look, it caused Lucius to nearly laugh until she said, "I swear, you have no soul, do you? No feeling, no humanity…you're just this shell of a person walking around."

He bent down then and held her face tightly, forcing her to look at him, "I am kind, very kind….but you slapped me, remember? I bite back." As he stood up, he grabbed her wrists and made her get up as well, "now…you will go back to your room and wait for my son, he will leave in the morning and you will come to me then."

"I HATE YOU," Hessa hissed.

"Nevermind then," Lucius pulled her forward with great force, and then literally threw her against the wall so hard, it completely knocked her out. Her body landed hard on the floor, he picked her up gently and took her to her room, caressing her face before he left.

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Draco looked at what he had done, she tried to talk to his father…for him. She did it all for him and for his mother, but it did no good as he knew it wouldn't. The only thing he could do at this point was heal her lip and make sure she had no broken bones. Amazing…he could leap to high places and crush hard objects in his hands, but this one thing. He felt helpless.

Hessa found him sitting in his chair reading, his now slightly reptilian eyes looked up at her with softness. "I don't want to go to him," she said softly. "He is cruel…"

"You told him you hated him."

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it angered him for hours. You see, my mother hates him too and I'm not exactly fond of him either, but that never really bothered him."

"You reap what you sow. He wants love…"

"Demands it, and if he thinks he can get it from you just because you serve this house, he's sadly mistaken."

"I love you, Draco and only you," Hessa was taken into his arms and held tightly.

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The morning came and Draco told her goodbye. He didn't want to leave, she begged him not to, but he found whatever strength he could and left. His mother left the night before, not wanting to deal with his father. And now she was alone but stayed in her room until a knock came to the door, "Hessa…it is time to come out now." The door opened, "it is time to come out, there is no need to be shy," Lucius purred and eyed the dragon fire bracelet he had given her a while ago, but she never wore it. This time he took the opportunity to take it and put it on her wrist, "you've never worn my gift."

"I haven't found a proper occasion to wear it," she was shaking. It wasn't completely true, when Draco found it, he forbad her to even touch it.

"…and now you have, it's lovely on you. So, what shall we do today?" Hessa looked up surprised. "Don't be silly girl, that's tonight. For now, we shall just enjoy ourselves. I think some time in Paris will do you good, you do need some new clothing."

She didn't understand his behavior at all. Before he was an animal, he threw her up against a wall, and now he was taking her shopping? Hessa nodded and held onto Lucius as instructed when he apparated. Hessa never really liked apparating, but she did when she had to…of course, she couldn't do it herself, but there were times Draco had to.

Lucius had her on his arm and took her to the finer shops, dressing her and buying new hair ornaments, then took her out for lunch. Hessa could deal with this, but it was the going home part that frightened her, she didn't want to because of what it all meant. He told her to go upstairs, that there was something nice for her to wear to bed. Hessa looked at the nicely wrapped box for a few minutes and finally found the courage to open it. It was truly beautiful, a tan looking nightgown, very elegant, nothing trashy or obscene, clearly an older man's taste. Draco's was a bit different, but he was seventeen after all.

The nightgown hung in her hand as Hessa sat on the bed. 'I can't do this,' she thought. Draco was right, she did have a will of her own. It wasn't all automatic when he made a command, she had thoughts and feelings of her own, but there was no disobeying your master…yet, it stated in the book that she would feel compelled to do his will. UNLESS…unless it wasn't something he truly wanted. That's why she was so resistant still, Draco really didn't want it to happen…Oh Gods, Draco….he must be going insane, the jealousy had to be driving him mad.

Lucius knocked and came in, it was his right tonight to do so….but he frowned when he didn't see Hessa dressed. "Why aren't you in your nightgown?"

She shook her head, "I was just admiring it, that's all." Her hand seemed to squeeze the fabric, hoping somehow it would disappear.

"Then you've ADMIRED it enough. Put it on," he stood there looking at her.

"I am," there seemed to be a standstill. He wasn't moving. "I will put it on…"

A look of amusement came across his face, "were you expecting me to leave?"

"Er…yes."

"Put on the gown." Hessa tried to go to the bathroom but Lucius only blocked her way. Something wasn't right, she was not complying easily which meant his son did not truly mean his command…deliberately making it hard on his father. "Put it on, or I'll put it on for you." There was still no compliance, "fine." Suddenly Hessa found herself in the senior Malfoy's arms, one arm around her waist grabbing her from behind and his other hand undoing the back of her outfit, tearing down most of from her shoulders. Hessa's eyes teared but she remained as brave as she could. Soon, she found herself trying to cover up with her arms as he threw the gown over her head and pulled her arms through, the put her hair down and grabbed her face and hissed, "don't you look lovely now?"

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Draco could FEEL it, he could feel her being violated because she felt violated. He had deliberately chained himself to a stone in a cave, ones that could actually hold him and hold him until seven in the morning. She was to be in her own bed by eight, showered…so clean he wouldn't be able to smell his father's scent on her. And as the night progressed, he struggled and screamed which sounded unholy and monstrous. His eyes were blood red, he wanted to kill and he no longer recognized his father as his father….he recognized only that a male was violating his mate, and continued to struggled until he finally slept for a few brief hours until the shackles came off. Draco's eyes popped open and he took off like a bat from hell.

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Hessa's eyes popped open at 7 a.m. and awoke to Lucius' arms around her and slowly crawled out of them. There was a jolt of pain. He was rough with her, rough enough to cause bruises but she managed to get out of bed quietly. A shower had to be taken, a long one, to remove the scent of Draco's father. If he were to get there and it still existed…Draco would surely kill his father or her, maybe both.

Lucius groaned and she froze for a second, then he turned over. Hessa gave a silent sigh of relief as she opened the door, not realizing that his eyes were opened and glaring at her back, gripping the bed sheets in anger. 'You must resist, you cannot feel this way,' he told himself over and over again.

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Draco walked into her room, she smelled fresh and clean, there was no scent…she was careful to scrub everywhere. Though now he was logical, the animal part was still there and still knew of what happened…but he was the one that let her do it, made her do it and he couldn't fault her for that. He put his face in her hair as he always did to take in her scent. Hessa smiled lazily, it was her Draco and wrapped her arms around his neck. But when he pulled her up, she winced in pain and made a small noise. When he looked down her nightshirt, there were bruises down her back and he became infuriated, "he was too rough with you."

"Yes," her voice wavered and sounded so small.

"I'll kill him," he hissed.

But despite it all, Hessa held onto him, "no…please don't leave me alone again."

Draco was careful when he hugged her this time, putting her on her stomach so he could put a good salve on her back. As he did, he nipped with his fangs, drawing small amounts of blood as Hessa squeaked but didn't stop him. This was an instinct, he was remarking her in his own way and that was okay. Anything to remove the reminders of last night….