Dance Magic Dance

Slime, snails, and puppy dog tails. Draco mused to himself as the 5-year old child wailed out for his mother. The brat sat on some cushions in the middle of the room. His older brother was running out of time in the labyrinth. The older boy had wished away his brother after the child had woken up his parents alerting them of him sneaking out the house. Foolish muggles, give them a speck of magic and they cock it up. Micah was the teenager’s name, the one who would surrender his baby brother for a quick fuck with his ugly muggle girlfriend. Draco sat on his throne and glared at the redheaded child. He simpered as fat tears ran down his chubby freckled cheeks. He reminded Draco of a certain ginger back from his school days. He shuddered in annoyance. The blond wizard twisted his dragon hide gloved hand and a tumbler of firewhisky appeared. Behind him, the ghost of Jareth cleared his throat. “What is it now?” Draco sighed as he rolled his head back leisurely to cast a glance at the old goblin king. “The boy Micah nears the finish of the labyrinth my lord.” Jareth warned his apprentice. Draco took a long sip of his drink than suddenly lurched forward, hurling the glass at a nearby wall. The glass shattered and the whiskey splashed down the wall as the child started screaming again. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his cheek into his one hand. On his other hand his slender fingers twirled as the shards of glass formed a crystal ball. The ghost soundlessly walked into the pit and collected the child. Then gave the child to a reluctant Draco. Bogeys and saliva coated the child’s face and threatened to spill over onto his cashmere robe. “Scourify” Draco only had to wave his free hand. The wild underground magic clung to him like a second skin and he relished every moment of it. This was his third child that had been wished away to his maze now. While Jareth was overtly fancy and had a flair for dramatics, Draco was cruel and manipulative. The first two hadn't even gotten close to the end before surrendering their children. The levitating ball did indeed show that Micah had escaped the oubliette he had fallen into and was getting closer. Draco held the child in one arm as he casually strutted to meet Micah in the maze. The new goblin king smirked darkly before disappearing leaving behind black mist and his ghost mentor. Jareth watched from afar as the blond wizard the maze had chosen taunted the challenger. Jareth taught him that you are your own worst enemy. Getting lost in the labyrinth is nothing compared to getting lost in your own desires. His attention left the two for a moment and drifted to his own days as the king, when idle threats and subtle seduction worked everytime. His mind sought out the reason of his own demise. The girl Sarah who quickly became a woman as he watched her through her enchanted mirror. The labyrinth was a jealous mistress and as his love for Sarah grew, his power over the maze waned. Her adult denial that the labyrinth was just a dream and he with his youth and immortality was snuffed out. Jareth looked at his transparent fingers, wondering if the maze brought him back for a reason other than to train the new king. The boy turned down his offer of power and riches. Those usually work, you can always make another, what is the loss of one snotty muggle baby? Draco cast a silent legilimens on him when he came to reclaim his little brother. He wanted most of all, to be loved and for his parents to be proud of him. Draco brow furrowed, there had to be somthing else. The realization came to him and he cursed himself for being so daft. The once Malfoy heir snapped his fingers like a house elf and the sleeping child floated out of his arms into a floating bubble overhead then popped and disapeared. Jareth had shown him the peach dream technique, but while Jareth failed, he would sucess. “Winona, is that your slag?” Draco drawled, marveling in how white the boys knuckles got from clenching his fists so hard. Draco easily conjured up an image of the girl, quite realistic if he did say so himself. The girl was common looking, mousy brown hair, small tits and wide hips, and a plain face. She had to be about 18, not unlike Micah. Fake Winona turned to face Micah on Draco’s command. The blond walked up behind her sliding his hands over her shoulders and then under the spaghetti straps of her pink nightgown. He brought the straps down over her shoulders and pushed the top of the gown down, allowing her small breasts to pop free. “So, this is what you gave your brother up for? A bit disappointing don't you think?” Micah lunged forward in an attempt to rescue his love but found himself frozen. “Let her go you sick freak!” He screamed. Draco cupped the muggle woman’s tits in each hand, rolling her hard rosy nipples between his fingers. Bringing his upturned lips to her throat his placed long kisses down to shoulders. She whimpered for him to stop and for her love to save her. All a part of his plan. “Nothing comes for free boy, what do I get for her?” Micah hesitated. Draco grabbed the flimsy material and pulled, the nighty tore off her body leaving her naked to both men. “Where were you!? Why didn't you meet me at the motel tonight!?” The woman sobbed and screamed at him. “I couldn't, the baby woke my parents, I couldn't get out!” Micah tried explaining as Draco held her with one arm around the waist while his other hand trailed down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. “So, it's the child you wished away’s fault your precious Winona is here. You weren't there when she needed you. She was waiting for you, to give herself to you. All because of a small insignificant child.” Draco rested his hand on the inside of her thigh. Micah was hysterical. As Draco moved his hand to just pet the nest of curls as the girl trembled. “Please baby, I forgive you just take me away from here” She whispered to him. “Your parents would never even remember having another child.” Draco encouraged. “Or you can take the annoying squalling brat and I can have her in exchange.” With that Draco plunged a slender finger in the projection’s cunt. She screamed and arched her back into his chest. Slowly pumping the digit Draco looked at the sweating boy. His chest was heaving in anger and his arousal was very visable through his pyjama pants. “If I make her cum before you speak you decision, I will take that as your answer.” Micah strained against the spell holding him. “Take him! Just leave her alone!” Draco released the spell holding him and aparated back to his rooms to collect his prize, then to take a long much needed bath. Fake or real, muggles were dirt under his feet. Jareth watched as Draco left the scene. It was disgusting, effective, but even he himself recoiled at his apprentice’s actions. He watched as the boy threw himself at the female, only to have her disappear in his arms. Confused and tricked he cursed the goblin king and screamed out his brother’s name til he too was wisked from the underground back to his home, empty-handed. “You know somthing Hermoine, you're such a know-it-all chit. I bet if I wished you away the goblins wouldn't even take you. Ron Weasley scoffed at his girlfriend. “Those stories are just fairytales you prat! And it's not my fault you couldn't tell a proper cauldron from a hippogrif’s arse!” The witch retorted, willing the tears away. “Yeah well I wish the ruddy goblins would come and take you away, right now!”