Mancipium

Hey heres chapter 2, not to the good stuff yet, but its coming :P.
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Her deep hazel-green eyes slowly fluttered open; she felt the soft comfort of her own bed. The red and gold surrounding her was assuring her that she was in her own room, yet she couldn’t quite believe it. The last thing she remembered she was with Malfoy and Zabini.

“The locket!” If they found it, it would be giving the dark side an advantage she was sure of it. But did they have it?

Sam jumped out of bed and hurriedly dressed in her muggle jeans and t-shirt, she was halfway to the door when she heard her friend Cassandra calling sleepily across the room.

“Sammy, its 7 am, and….. It’s Saturday! What on earth are you doing up?”

“Go back to sleep Cassy, I just need to speak to a Professor about something.”

“Oh, okay….” She yawned and turned over, almost immediately falling asleep.

Sam sighed and carried on walking quickly towards the door, she had to go and check those bastards hadn’t got the locket.

She wandered through the seemingly empty common room, and was about to leave through the portrait when Hermione stood from the chair that faced away from the portrait, book still in hand.

“Sam, what are you doing up, I thought I was the only one awake at this hour?” She seemed surprised at her presence, but Sam wasn’t known for her ability to wake early, she was lucky to ever see breakfast. “Oh, and the potion worked perfectly, thank you, I’m still impressed you managed to brew such a concentrated elixir. Did you tell Professor Snape? I'm sure he’d award house points for that.”

“I'm just going to see a Professor about something rather urgent, so if you don’t mind….” She turned to walk away but she could still hear Hermione rambling in the background.

Once she was in the corridor she started running quickly to the seventh floor, desperate to get to her destination as soon as possible.
Once she was opposite the old tapestry depicting dancing trolls, she started pacing in front of the wall thinking “I need the room containing the locket. I need the room containing the locket. I need the room containing the locket.”

Immediately a door appeared and she breathed a sigh of relief, as she walked forward and opened the old looking door.

Once inside her eyes where drawn to the silver locket in the centre of the room. It had an ‘S’ carved on the front in the emblem of a snake. The emerald of its eye entranced her once again, but when she stepped forward she realised it wasn’t in the room she had left it in.

The room was darker, on the wall there where chains, and green velvet hangings. The locket was on a stand in the middle of the room.

“So much better like this, don’t you agree?” She spun around to see Blaise leaning on the door, the smirk once again etched on his face.

“Why yes Blaise, I do think our little home-away-from-snake-pit is a lot better than the storage Samantha chose for my fathers amulet.” Sam spun back to see Draco with an icy look in his eyes.

“Why are you here? How did you find it?” She held more determination than the previous night, but still couldn’t hold her own against the two overbearing Slytherins.

“Senigma- a dark problem. Doesn’t really suit you, does it Samantha? Then again, when you do something so Slytherin as to steal my fathers amulet, then hide it in the room of requirement, maybe it does.” Draco was circling her in a predatory movement, while Blaise was leaning casually against the door.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Her voice was small once again but hadn’t lost any determination.

“Well first answer my question. Why haven’t you reached for your wand, or even tried to run?”

Her eyes widened in shock, she hadn’t, had she? Why? She hadn’t even shouted at them.

He could see it in her eyes. The confusion, but he knew exactly why, because HE didn’t want her too. He actually smiled briefly at that thought.

He stepped away from her line of sight, once again revealing the Locke…amulet to her.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? It belonged to my great grandfather; it allows anyone to apperate anywhere regardless of wards. It also protects those who wear it from nearly any spells or hexes. It’s very powerful, and only responds to those who it deems worthy.”

“Which is why we wanted to know, why did it respond to you innamorato?” She was startled by Blaise’s voice, he seemed to appear from nowhere, having previously been sitting on the sidelines.

“Why did such a powerful amulet respond to a mudblood bitch like you?” Draco’s voice was cold and full of hate.

Her hand went to slap him, but an inch from his face he caught her wrist with his snake like reflexes.

“Tisk tisk Senigma, You need to learn your place.” She looked at him with question in her eyes as he pulled her hand to his lips, turned it so her palm faced him and kissed the inside of her wrist. His teeth and tongue nipped and sucked her wrist and even though she was confused, she started to enjoy it, but all too soon he pulled away.

He released her wrist and smirked as she inspected it. A tribal dragon appeared around her wrist, encircling it in a dark inky blackness. She traced it gently with her fingers. “w-what did you do?” realisation hit her and her eyes once again met Draco’s liquid steel ones.

“Last night, that word….That spell.” Her voice was almost breathless.

Blaise came up behind her and twisted her other hand up her back, exposing her other wrist, which he soon devoured.

When he released her she stumbled forward slightly and stared at her right wrist, watching a tribal snake appear in a similar fashion to Draco’s completely enclosing it, once again in the inky darkness.

“The spell was ‘Mancipium,’ and we used it together.” Blaise whispered into her ear.

“Mancipium……that means…… possession? And…..you used it together; you bound me to the both of you.” She stared down at her now marked wrists. “You used a Death Eater spell on me?”

“You always where too clever for your own good Samantha.” He pulled his left sleeve up to his elbow revealing the darkness etched on his arm. It seemed to hold a promise of the horror to come, and the fact she wasn’t the only possession in the room.

“And you Blaise? Did you follow your friend into the servitude of that mad man? Did you get marked as one of his puppets?” She now had a look of anger, that someone could do this to her, that they could follow someone like him to doing horrible evil.

He stepped in front of her and revealed his own dark mark, less striking against his slightly more tanned skin, but still chilling her to her very core.

They where both in front of her now, blocking her view of the locket. She knew she couldn’t get to it now, but Blaise had moved away from the door….

She started moving backwards towards it then turned and full out ran for it. As she reached for the handle, Draco chuckled and merely stated one word. “Stop.”

He didn’t say it particularly loudly, or even that forcefully. But she did. Instantly she stopped by the door, frozen in place.

“Turn around”

She did.

“Hold your hands out.”

Once again she complied.

“This spell will hide your marks. You will not be able to remove it, so don’t even bother trying. And if you tell ANYONE about what has happened here, the same will happen to them.” A look of shock followed by hatred flashed across her face.

He pulled out his wand and flicked it at her “Absconditus.” It didn’t hurt this time, it just made them disappear. She wondered if that’s how they hid their dark marks.

“Tell anyone, you won’t like the consequences.” Blaise then smirked evilly at her. “We’ll see you around.” It sent a shiver down her spine. But she turned and ran quickly out of the oppressive room, and back to her dorm, where she felt she’d be relatively safe.