Dance Magic Dance

She was warm. Safe in her dreamland where the monsters couldn't hurt her. When she woke up she would floo Ron and apologize. Even though she didn't really mean it. They would kiss and make-up, rinse and repeat. An airy breath escaped her lips and she snuggled deeper into the comforts of her conscience. She was in a sort of space with nebulas and planets that stretched as far as the eye could see. When she did open her eye to wake from her dream that is what she saw; an empty expanse. Deep blue and violet lights wrapped around her body, holding her from drifting away. Well, this is a nice dream. She thought stretching her fingers to touch the streams of light. Hermione found that she was wearing the robe she probably fell asleep in. Her naked body underneath scarcely covered by the flowing material. Her soft brown ringlets floated all around her face. She felt absolutely angelic. Nothing good can last forever though. Her mindless thoughts were sharply disturbed by a pain in her side. Shortly followed by the feeling of being shaken roughly. It was the wave of cold that caused her to come too. She woke up drenched lying on the same cold stone floor she passed out on. “No you stupid mud blood. This is not a dream. I am the king of the Labyrinth!” He was knelt standing above her a now empty pail of water in hand. He let it fall to the ground with a loud clang. Hermione flinched as Draco reached out to grab a fist full of her hair. However, before he could even touch a single strand he was thrown back by an invisible force. Both Hermione and himself were silent, confused by what had occurred. Not that she was complaining. Draco shook himself off and started for her again. Out of nowhere, Jareth rematerialized in front of her. Not protecting her but saving his protégé from another nasty shock. “Explain ghost, now.” Draco bit out through his teeth. Jareth smirked as he watched him pushed himself up using the wall he was throw against. He would bruise but he was fine. “Her champion has entered the underground.” Jareth calmly stated, not budging an inch Hermione shivered from the cold and she too pushed herself to stand. No stranger to the muggle and Wizarding labyrinth tale; she felt sick. The fabled labyrinth was impossible, the stories never told of a person who beat it. Draco aparated out of the throne room. Jareth transfiguration a pillow from the pit into a blanket and offered it to her. As she went to take it, he pulled it back. “Take off your robe love. No point to it anymore.” She started to open her mouth to argue, but then saw the reasoning behind his request to be true. He was just a ghost after all, he couldn't do anything to her. Hermione let the damp robe fall to the ground with a plop. The stone tile seemed to turn liquid for a second as it swallowed up the piece of clothing. Naked as the day she was born, she reached for the offered blanket again. Her lips blue and her fingers stiff. It had been a while since he had seen a beautiful woman. She couldn't have been more than 25 he wagered. Maybe even a similar age to the new king. He did have a familiarity with her. Not a friendly one unfortunatly for her, he thought. Jareth circled the trembling woman. She wasn't scared, maybe confused at best. He trailed his fingertips from her left shoulder, across the back of her neck and finishing at her left shoulder. This one was magical. He draped the heavy blanket over her shoulder and she clutched it in relief. “I belive the lady would be more comfortable waiting for her champion over there.” He gestured to the pillow pit. She squared her shoulders. “I am not a prisoner. I will not stand around like some damsel in distress waiting to be saved!” Jareth raised his eyebrow as the fiery witch and her blanket paced the closed room looking for an exit. The completely sealed room offered none. He did wonder why she didn't try to use her magic. It wouldn't work because the labyrinth’s magic was much stronger. He let went invisible to her, but still watched her. Out of sheer frustration she flung her hand at the empty throne in the room. “God damn you! Just REDUCTO!” The chair exploded. The goblins got to him first. Of course he wasn't the brains of the Golden Trio, he had a limited idea of where he was. The goblins in spite of their new king coaxed the ginger into the maze of the labyrinth. Their knobbly fingers poked and prodded him the moment he popped up by the labyrinths open. Ron too thought he was dreaming at first. After a vicious bite from a pixie, he knew he had messed up royally. On the topic of royally, Ron had waited where he had landed for the goblin king. Ron was sure he could reason with the bloke. The goblins that tended to the weeds of the maze snickered to themselves. The labyrinth hadn't killed anyone in a while. It was hungry for blood. They convinced him his beloved was waiting for him in the maze. This man didn't know the rules of the game. Not that it mattered, he was in. Ron heard his footfalls against the packed dirt floor. He turned a corridor aimlessly, he would be in this maze forever. Night had fallen quickly and shrouded the maze in darkness. He couldn't see a thing. “Hermione!” He called out. “Where are you!?” He picked up a pebble on the ground and threw it as hard as he could. “Ouch!” The torches that lined the stone walls lit up the area he was in. Ron whipped his head around looking for the source of the voice. “Over here carrot top!” The sweet female voice called him. Ron eyes roamed to a corner of the chamber and found a daisy growing in the corner. The pebble he had throw lying close by. “uh, hullo?” He felt like a fool talking to a flower. The daisy shook itself. From behind a tiny sprite emerged. “Hello wizard. I'd stand back if I were you.” Ron didn't have time to do anything as the force of her magic knocked him on his arse. When the dust settled before him stood the sprite in her full form. Ron’s eyes raked down her lithe frame. Her slightly dark skin gave way to c cup breasts, each one topped by a purple nipple. A black patch of curls decorated her naked pussy. Everything was bared to him. Her almond shaped hazel eyes pinned him down. “Like what you see human?” The sprite tossed her jet black hair over her shoulder and it fell to her mid back. Ron’s jaw all but dropped and had to think of dead puppies to keep his cock from springing to life. “Oh right, humans are so modest.” She grabbed a handful of nearby vines and willed them to wrap around her waist. The vines curled upwards around her breasts forming a corset like bra. The vines draped do her waist too, making a skirt shielding her pussy from his view. “Uhm, I'm Ron, sorry about the rock, I'm kind of lost you see.” Ron stuttered, beet red. “The name is Aisha. I know to way to the end!” She chirped cheerfully. Ron lit up. “Brilliant! Which way!” “uh uh!” Aisha waggled her finger “it's not a direction going forwards.” Before Ron could question her absurd answer the tiled stoned floor he was standing on gave way and he and Aisha plummeted into the darkness below. Draco Malfoy sat disillusioned on the wall above head. This was going to be a cake walk. Ron had 12 hours to complete the maze. He didn't even know it. The idiot went charging in. The boner for brains idiot would easily fall for the nymph. While he had no hand in him meeting her, she was still his subject. He would soon about his love for the bushy know-it-all. When he surrendered her to him, Draco could begin his king’s harem. Dirty blood or no, a fuck was a fuck. The Labyrinth could only protect those who had someone running the maze for them. “You might want to revisit your throne room.” Jareth’s voice boomed overhead. Draco aparated.