Dance Magic Dance

What kind of magic spell to use? Draco Malfoy held a glass of Ogden's finest in one hand. In the other he firmly grasped a crystal ball. Jareth had shown him how to conjure them. Jareth also taught him how to conjure shadows and memories to coerce the labyrinth runners to give up their conquest. There had to be more to being the ruler of the labyrinth though. This was boring as tits. The baby was easily turned into a goblin with big purple eyes and pale blue skin. Draco sent him to work in the labyrinth, even goblin children could appeal and manipulate a female challenger's heart. "Magic is not spoken" Draco slurred to himself. "True magic is expressed from the soul." Jareth finished as he materialized in the room. The new goblin king's chamber was decorated in slytherin green and accented in silver. His California King bed was spread with black satin sheets and emerald green down pillows. Draco sat upright leaning his back against the cast iron frame of the bed. "Bugger off." Draco waved his hand at the ghost. Jareth let his feet touch the ground as if he were still human. He walked towards the bed and beckoned with his hand. "You cheated today." The orb flew out of his hand and landed in Jareth 's. He looked into the crystal and frowned. "Really boy? You are the labyrinth king now. Must you resort to such frivolities?" Draco shrugged. The crystal ball showed images of two girl grinding their pussy's together. Jareth could almost hear the wet squelch as they moved against eachother. The women only stopped a moment to draw their faces close together and exchange a passionate kiss before resuming fucking. The crystal disapeared with a pop. Draco looked blankly at his mentor seemingly uncaring that he had vanished his porn. "If I am the king, should I not have a harem of beautiful women at my beck and call?" Draco drawled out, clearly intoxicated. Jareth shook his head. He himself never cared much for intimate relations. Except for Sarah, and that did not work out well for him. Besides, Draco Malfoy was still a human, the labyrinth had not quite accepted him as its ruler yet. "All the wish aways have been children and male in your time here. I supose you could keep a female child and not turn her into a goblin until she is old enough for your liking..." Jareth trailed off. It was the honest truth and he oft did think of it time to time when he was alive. Parents wished away their teenage daughters, men wished away their young wives. None of them knowing the story book's consequences. Draco adjusted his position under the thin sheet. He brought up his knees and let his back slide down to the plush mattress. Jareth watched as the wizard tucked his arm behind his head, propping it up to stare at the stone ceiling. "What did you do with them? Surely you did not turn them all into goblins?" "No." Was Jareth 's simple answer. Draco's frown graduated into a full out scowl. Before he could press the ghost for more he felt the strange underground magic slither up his spine. Draco narrowed his eyes at Jareth before throwing back the covers and sitting up. "Keep your secrets, what good are they to you now anyway." Draco snapped. "Might I suggest visiting the goblin city. There are some goblins that may still resemble a human female if my lord desires." Draco held back a shudder. "I'm going for a walk, since a man can't have a good wank around here without an annoying as piss ghost following me everywhere!" Jareth rolled his eyes at his rudeness, turned tail and walked away through a wall. Draco was left alone with no sound but the water flowing above him. Draco walked over to his grand dresser and out of the top drawer pulled out a wife beater and a fresh pair of boxers. Next from the closet he created himself, an Armani suit he had brought from the above. He then summoned his elf Mippy. The elves here were not house elves but here on their own accord. They lived in the elf village across the stream from goblin city. Usually goblins served the king, but Draco found their ruddy faces, lack of magic and smell unappealing. Mippy arrived wearing her usual clean green apron with a silvery hankerchief tied around her neck. She inclined her head, "How may I be of service sir?" "Take me to the gates of the labyrinth." He commanded. Mippy snapped her fingers and the king instantly found himself standing in front of a large stone wall. The entrance to the maze. It wasn't a gate at all, any fool could wander in. Draco felt the dark power of the maze call out to him, he reached out to touch one of the stones. Just as he was doing so a pixie flew out of a nearby bush and clamped it's sharp teeth down on his hand. "You blasted little shite! Don't you know who I am! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Draco cursed as the creature fell to the soft grass, dead. All of the creatures in the realm feared Jareth, as they would learn to fear him too. Draco brandished his hawthorn wood wand. He didn't really need it, but old habits die hard. The ground shook slightly and the hedges ruffled. The labyrinth was laughing at him. Draco kicked a stray pebble towards it, then strode off in the other direction into the ruckus of goblin city. Hermione Granger got to her flat in record time. She was furious! Of all the imbeciles in the world she had to pick their king. Ron had seriously taken one too many bludgers to the head in his years of quidditch. She let herself in and tossed her purse on the nearby armchair. She barred her floo from any visitors or calls before headed to her room. She had simply asked him to pick up a standard pewter cauldron as a donation to Hogwarts for the scholarship students. He had bought a cast iron by mistake. That's how it all started. Hermione ran a hand through her smoothed curls. She needed to relax, and a hot bath sounded great. Kicking off her heels and peeling off her nylons; she shrugged out of her blazer and shimmied out of her suit dress. Her perfectly coiffed hair fell out of its bun and cascaded down her shoulders and back. The ministry was stickler for dress codes. Next came her plain white panties. Her similarly fashioned bra came next. Battle scars from the war littered her skin. Memories that would never go away or heal. As she stood bare in front of her vanity mirror examining herself; she felt a tug on her navel. It was almost like an apparation feeling. The stressed out woman shook it off as nerves and threw on a light robe making a beeline for the bathroom. Hermione reached for the bedroom door handle and stepped out into the hallway. It wasn't her hallway she was in. Cold stone met her bare feet and the sound of trickling water met her ears. "I'm dreaming. I cried myself to sleep on the couch and I'm dreaming." She muttered to no one in particular. She pinched herself, still asleep. She turned around to get back to her bedroom but the doorway was gone. A draft blew down the gray stone corridor forcing the woman to wrap her thin robe around herself tightly. Her nipples hardened painfully from the sudden cold. "Okay lady, it's just a dream, keep walking and let it play out." Her mind and magic told her that that was in fact a lie. The wild magic pulled her like a twig would in the current of a river. Her numb feet moved on their own and she got lost in the soothing hum of the magic in the walls. The calm left her when she was forced through a doorway, into a very slytherin looking room. Jareth cursed. He knew that someone had been wished away. The goblins that port keyed her doorknob's whispers echoed in the halls for anyone who wanted to hear. She was beautiful. She was not a child. She was almost naked. The most alarming, she was magical too. Draco was still out in the goblin city trying to gain respect. The girl walked into the throne room and he could almost hear her heart stop. "It's not a dream lovely" Jareth spoke, his voice dripping with honey. "You are now a prisoner of the labyrinth unless your champion defeats the maze and the king." Hermione heard the ghost before she saw him. No stranger to ghosts she politely bowed. "I am in a dream you see sir. When I awake you will be nothing more than a memory. But until that time, may I enquire your name?" Jareth smirked. Her naivety was unoriginal, but her haughty attitude reminded him if someone. "Jareth, you may call me Jareth love." "So where is the king Jareth? And who would my champion be?" She inquired fighting another shiver from the damp cold. The griffindor princess heard heavy foot steps behind her. She turned. "At your service my lady." Flimsy robe and chilling cold forgotten, Hermione fell to the floor in a dead faint. "Was it somthing I said?" Draco's cheshire smile was terrifying as he circled the passed out witch. He couldn't wait to turn the dirty mud blood into the ugliest goblin imaginable than make her work in the bog. He nudged her with the tip of his boot and unintentionally her robe fell open, spilling out a milky white breast with a hard pink cherry on top. His pants tightened, perhaps a change of plans was in order.