Mancipium

Hey Everyone im back again, mainly cause of my brill review so thanx to deedeesan btw, i tried to email, but its hidden, but neva mind :P
Thanx to anyone who's reading, i appreciate any form of feedback so feel free.

this is a small hint of the good stuff, which im not too practiced in so help is appreciated. Thanx all
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Sam was sat in her corner in the library; she was the one who mostly used it, besides Hermione of course. She couldn’t stop thinking about Draco and Blaise, the scared her, but she couldn’t tell if it was in a bad way. Her emotions where all messed up and she didn’t know why.

She was anxious about tonight; she knew no good could come of it, but what would happen if she tried to avoid it? Would they be able to get to her in her room?

Just as she thought this both her wrists started to warm, and she knew they knew just what she was thinking. They could read her thoughts or even her emotions, either way they could stop her avoiding tonight. Damn spell.

She couldn’t help feeling around her neck where the locket once sat. It felt warm against her skin and sent a comforting feeling of magic through her. But she knew she wouldn’t see it again, that Lucius would have it back.

She remembered the first time she put it on, in the Room Of Requirement. The magic she felt flowing through her was amazing, and the power held within it made her feel strong for once, instead of her usually powerless self. She missed the intoxicating feeling when it was around her neck.

“Sam, is everything okay?” Hermione had sat down next to her when she was daydreaming and had opened her books to start working.

“Err…yeah sorry, I was miles away.” She smiled back and looked down at Hermione’s essay for Snape, it was nearly as long as Sam’s, and she wasn’t close to being finished. “Going for a record with that?”

Hermione looked at her parchment and laughed. “You know what Snape’s like, if its not twice as long as you think it should be then it’s not long enough.” They both shared another laugh before Sam started packing up her books.

“I better go; I’ve got to meet Cassy before dinner.”

“I’ll see you down there, if I make it.” She smiled and gestured her work, which Sam reciprocated before leaving.


It was ten fifty two, and she couldn’t help looking at her watch. She still hadn't decided what to do.

The portrait was right in front of her, she was sat in the chair facing it in the empty common room. It was Saturday so most people where in the seventh years boys dorm playing spin the bottle or other games like that, it was a kind of Gryffindor tradition on a Saturday night, and anyone that wasn’t there was in the other house dorms.

She looked again at her watch, ten fifty five. She was breathing heavier again. She couldn’t stop debating in her head.

Go.

Don’t go.

Go?

She couldn’t, she knew they had the advantage. They said ‘stop’ and she did, they controlled her, and it scared her.

But she had to go. She was supposed to be a Gryffindor; she was supposed to have courage.

She sighed and stood from the chair. Her dark Gryffindor robe slipped from her shoulders revealing her school uniform. Her white oxford shirt was partially unbuttoned and her tie was loose around her neck. The skirt was above the knee, but without her robes that usually covered her; a chill ran down her spine.

She walked towards the portrait and said the password. As the door swung open she felt her stomach flutter.

She took a few steps forward and looked down at her watch, ten fifty nine.

It was then she felt it, both wrists started to feel warm. She was going to turn back right then when she felt their presence around her.

“Well, well, well, our little Gryffindor is right on time.” Draco’s drawl sent another wave of fear through her. She felt one of their wands tap her head and the feeling of an egg running down her head. A disillusionment spell, that’s why she couldn’t see them.

“Follow us, Innamorato. And don’t make too much noise.” She nodded mutely and followed behind who she assumed was Blaise while Draco followed behind her.


They made it up to the sixth floor without incident, she was following them in an almost daze, it didn’t seem real, so she didn’t try and stop them.

It all shattered when they heard footsteps ahead of them around the corner, the fog that seemed to be blocking her mind lifted and she started blinking away the fuzziness.

Draco felt this in her mind and knew what was coming next. She opened her mouth and he acted instantaneously; his hand covered her mouth preventing any sound leaving it, and he pulled her into an alcove, waiting for the footsteps to pass.

Once they where sure the person had passed them, and that Sam wasn’t going to call out, Draco released her mouth but still held her close.

“Don’t do something stupid like that again Samantha, I wouldn’t like to have to punish you. Yet.” She could almost hear the smirk in his voice as they started walking again.


Her heart froze when they stopped outside the Room Of Requirement. Blaise did the required motions and the door appeared, which she was soon pushed through.

It was almost the same as before. It was dark, and there in the middle was the amulet once again.

She was about to step towards it when the disillusionment spells where lifted and her tormentors revealed themselves.

She flinched when Draco put his hands on her shoulders, and started rubbing them gently, but started to relax slightly. She didn’t notice when he started trailing his hands down her arms, and when he whispered the counter spell over her wrists she didn’t move.

He looked down at her marked wrists and smiled slightly. He loved to see the darkness surrounding her soft pale skin, and when he touched his mark on her left arm he felt the spark of energy there.

She shivered and felt him bringing her hands together behind her back. She didn’t resist when she felt Blaise tying her hands behind her back with something silky, she merely tested the strength when they both let go.

Draco circled back in front of her and his cool grey eyes met hers. She was going to pull back but he merely laughed and reassured her. “I'm not going to use Legilimens on you. The last time I did I took a bit too much energy from you, and I wouldn’t want you to prematurely fall unconscious again.”

“You can’t do this. You can’t do this to me. I’ll tell someone, I’ll tell Dumbledore, Harry, anyone.” Her voice showed no signs of her fear, but they could both sense her emotions.

“Hmmm…. I don’t think you will.” Blaise whispered in her ear.

“Although… I hope you do tell Potter, I’d love to have to put him under this spell.” She struggled in Blaise’s arms. “So I could ask him just what he and his little friends are up too.”

Her eyes widened, and both Slytherins felt the shift in her emotions.

“You can’t do that to Harry, I won’t let you.”

“You can’t stop us.” She knew they where right.

Draco caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, and she sighed gently as is ghosted her neck, then traveled across her double D breasts.

“Tell me what Potter is up to.” His voice was smooth and direct, but she shook her head regardless.

His hand traveled further down her stomach and ran across the top of her skirt.

“Tell me why he’s been sneaking out late at night into the Forbidden Forrest.” She once again shook her head, and he responded by dipping his hand below the waistline of her skirt and swirling his fingers through the material of her already dampening knickers.

“Well, well. Someone’s enjoying this more then they’re letting on.” His fingers increased in pressure and she gasped.

“Tell us, Innamorato, what has Harry been up to?”

“No” there was no conviction in her voice, and Draco was starting to get too her.

He pulled the flimsy material down her legs, leaving her totally exposed, and he once again ghosted his fingers across her soft flesh.

He started his ministrations once again and whispered softly in her ear. “Has he told you of his plans?” her eyes fluttered closed and a small ‘yes’ murmured from her lips.

His talented fingers increased in speed and she whimpered gently.

“Has he told you where he has been sneaking off to?”

She nodded and he once again increased the pressure. Her knees felt weak but Blaise kept her steady.

“What is his plan?”

She was so close, she could feel something deep in her stomach tightening and building as his fingers swirled and stroked her.

“What is his plan?” it was whispered almost lovingly in her ear.

Her hips where leaning into his touch by their own accord, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

Unfortunately he did.

She whimpered in protest as his fingers pulled away. her breathing was heavy and her eyes searched his as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean of her.

“Please?”

“Please what?” There was a calm smugness in his voice.

“Let me..”

“Tell me his plan” She closed her eyes and dropped her head in defeat.

He trailed his finger gently across her center. “Beg me.”

Her eyes opened and met his once again in question.

“Beg me to give you what you want.” He pinched her sensitive nub and she bit her lip.

“Please. Please let me come.”

“Not good enough.”

“Please Master, allow me your attention.” He pushed on her clit and made her suck in a breath.

“Better.” He started circling again and she could once again feel it building.

When she was once again close to the edge, he pulled away again causing her to struggle in Blaise’s arms towards him, still desperate for a release.

“What is he planning?”

“THE DARK LORD’S HORCUX, he’s looking for the Horcruxes.” A single tear once again escaped her eye, and she groaned as Draco moved away smiling.

He walked forward and cupped her chin, wiping the tear away with his thumb, smirking in triumph as Blaise’s soft hand crept forward under her skirt.

She gasped as his finger slipped inside and stroked her. “See how much easier it is to just give in.” His suave Italian voice almost caressed her.

He stopped with a shocked look on his face, and relayed his surprise to Draco. “Our little angel still has her innocence, Draco.”

“We’ll have to change that, wont we?” After the pleading look she gave him, he gave a short laugh and continued. “But that will have to wait for another day, first we must tell my father what we’ve found here.”

She would have protested but Blaise restarted his movements, and she was already so close she couldn’t resist when his thumb brushed her clit and she came, but bit her lip to prevent her shouting anything.

“Disappointing, angel, I wanted to hear you shout our names when you came, or at least address us properly.” She was breathing heavily, and trying to concentrate on the ominous figure in front of her, when Blaise released his grip and she fell to her knees in front of Draco.

“Though, I must admit seeing you bound on your knees in front of me does make up for it slightly.” She struggled weakly with her bonds as he knelt in front of her. “You’re unable to tell ANYONE of the power we hold over you. You physically can’t, understand Samantha?”

“Yes, Master.” He smiled at the look of shock on her face. She was obeying his order to address them properly.

“We’ll contact you when you’re wanted.” Blaise undid the silk around her hands, and after taking a good look at her marks, he reapplied the spell to hide them.

She stood and went to get her knickers but was beaten to it by Draco who snatched them from the ground, before putting them in his pocket. She understood the message and walked from the room back to her dorm as quickly as possible, to avoid any unwanted attention.