Dance Magic Dance

Thank-you so much for the reviews. I'm sorry about the weird spelling mistakes. I'm writing this story as I go on my phone. Aparently the possessive of pussy isn't a real word (pussy’s). Just little things like that. I'm hoping for a lot of the aforementioned word to come so hopefully I'll have the kinks worked out. To the two people that reviewed...this chapter is for you. Because I wasn't even going to write another chapter til I saw them. Draco awoke like clockwork. It was the first week of his last year at Hogwarts and he had to prove that he was worth something. To prove that Malfoys were not sniveling cowards who ran at the sight of danger. No more. This Malfoy will destroy any opposition and crush anyone that got in his way. The slytherin dorm rooms allowed no sunlight into seep into the room. It was magically lit when it needed to be. Draco sat up in his four poster bed. Throwing his legs over the side he lightly stretched and put his feet on the floor. The warming charm on the stone floor did wonders. Draco headed to the baths before any of his housemates even stirred. Completely ignoring the peach that sat on his nightstand. “IMOBULUS!” Draco screamed directing his thoughts at the wild woman. His throne room had been reduced to pieces of broken furniture, feathers and rubble. Jareth sat on the mantle of the empty fireplace just grinning, not saying a word. Under the spell Draco could see that her chest was heaving from exerting so much wild magic. Her ringlets were now just frizz much like when she was younger. Pure rage radiated off of her perfect body. “Tergero” He spoke plainly as the room began to repair itself. Hermione had transfigured her blanket into a red jumper. She had also managed to get herself jeans and runners. She stood there frozen as Malfoy circled her. “Did you transfigure yourself a pair of panties?” He taunted. “How about a bra?” She blushed a lovely pink and he stopped in front of her. “I really wish it was you running the maze. I could beat you at that game. I'd have any one of the creatures at my command bash your brains all over the labyrinth before you could say episky.” He gently brushed his hand against the soft skin of her cheek. Her eyes widened. “Oh yes, I can touch you. As long as I don't hurt you. Not that I enjoy your dirty flesh. But being down here alone for so long…” As he trailed off he circled around behind her grinding his hips into her arse. “When Weaselby dies in the labyrinth and you become my property, “ his hands traced over her pert breasts, “I will fuck you until your cunt is nothing but a gaping hole. Then you will suck my dick for the rest of your life til I get tired of you. I look forward to you becoming a hideous goblin.Finite incantatem!” Hermione fell to the floor on her butt with a loud gasp. She was used to the arrogant, spoiled rotten boy from school. When he disappeared in 7th year, no one cared to look for him. His father in Azkaban for life and his mother in the mental trauma ward at St. Mungo. “Go dig yourself a hole in your damn labyrinth and screw that Malfoy. Ron may be dense but he will figure it out!” She hated how her voice sounded so unsure. “Wouldn't that be the same as fucking you, mudblood? Incarcerous!” The ropes held her fast. Hermione writhed, now in the pit ad the ropes constricted her. She now knelt on the floor with her hands bound behind her back. Draco needed to figure out a way to bind her magic without hurting her. And where was Jareth? Before Hermione could gather her wits again Draco touched his hand to a wall and easily passed though it. Last thing he saw was the look of murderous rage in her eyes and a spell on her lips. Draco was forced to toss a heating spell in his throne room before he left. The underground was a cold place and the Labrinth wouldn't let her get sick or die. He walked down the torch lit hallways of his castle until he got to the grand front doors. “Jareth, are there any creatures in my domain that can bind a witch’s magic?” He inquired. “Should you not know your subjects and their specific talents by now?” Was the ghost’s simple answer. Draco squared his shoulders in annoyance. Getting the hint he decided to walk the short distance to the goblin city. He remembered his father had a necklace made for his mother when she acted out of line that would restrict some of her magic. He needed somthing to restrict all of the witch’s magical potential. He also needed to clear his head. Draco pushed open the doors and the underground sun momentarily blinded him. The Labrinth lay out before him. As he began his walk he contemplated whether he should introduce himself as the ruler of the maze to Weaselbe yet. Soon, he though, soon. Ron found himself grabbed by hands before he could hit the ground. He heard Aisha scream. “Help! Someone help!” Ron called to no one in particular. “Help? We are helping. We are helping hands.” Ron looked around and saw Aisha dangling above him. The hands had caught her legs and spread them apart. He could see everything. The hands were massaging her breasts that were out in the open again. All of Ron’s blood drained down to his painfully hard cock. “Let her go!” a hand started to fondle him through his pants. “Let me go!” Ron squirmed uncomfortably listening to her moan and trying to stifle his own. “Where do you want to go? Up or down?” Ron looked up, one of the hands was leisurely pumping it's index finger in her dripping snatch while another vigorously rubbed her clit. Her dark head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. She didn't seem to be fighting it. Ron panicked as the hand unzipped his pants and tightly grabbed his phallus through his boxers. “Down! Let us down!” The hands complied, dropping both him and Aisha. Ron had a second to mutter an aresto momentum before they both smashed into the hard ground. They stopped a foot from the floor, her naked body collided with his and the landing knocked the air from his lungs. His hard on went flaccid with the fall but he could smell the fae’s arousal. “I didn't even get to finish.” She pouted. “You knew that was going to happen!?” His face went red with indignation. Looking around the dim lit space a skeleton with scraps of fabric lay nearby. Gritting his teeth he tore a piece of the cloth away and transfigured it into a dress. Similar to a dress Hermione had. He tossed it at her, he may have wished his girlfriend away but he was not disloyal. Aisha sighed as the threw the light pink sundress over her head. “No I didn't know that was going to happen. I've fallen into plenty of oubliettes but nothing like that ever happened before. I'll be sure to try to fall into a couple more though.” She winked and spread her legs to him suggestive then closed them to stand up. She offered him a hand up. “Let's get to the castle then shall we?” Ron looked away and pushed himself off the ground ignoring her offered hand. Her hurt expression cut into him a but then she softened it into a smile. Stepping over the skeleton she reached above her head to pull back a wooden sliding door. Ron looked and saw that it led to a ladder. Aisha swung herself up and began to climb, once again giving him a perfect view. Grumbling to himself he grabbed the first rung of the ladder amd followed suite. Draco reached the goblin city. He checked his crystal ball a few times on his captive. The first time she had seemed to be having a discussion with Jareth. The last he checked, seems she had momentarily surrendered and was sleeping in the pit of pillows. He started asking the goblins questions. More than demanding answers. He was led to an apothecary shop, the goblin that ran the shop was so blantently rude and unless, not to mention offensively ugly, Draco banished him to the bog of eternal stench. Not for forever, but for long enough. The apothecary shopkeeper’s apprentice tentatively sent him to a jewelers for perhaps something binding. Not only did that shop owner deny his request, he called him queen of the Labrinth! That goblin was dragged out into the cobbled streets and cruccio’d a few times before being banished to the bog. Draco swore under his breath he would AVADA KEDAVRA the next creature that even breathed the wrong way. “Oh, Uhm, excuse me your majesty.” A small voice came from below and he felt a tug on his pant leg. If looks could kill the 3 and a half foot goblin would have been 6 feet under. “Iknowsomeonewhocanhelp!” it squeaked. Draco raided an eyebrow at the green thing. It looked newly turned maybe a few years old as a goblin. Draco raised an eyebrow. “My brother sir, a wizard bested by none in the arts of binding, cursing and magic.” “Take me to him.” Draco demanded, ready to be disappointed. “He is trapped m’lord, in the Labrinth. Jareth trapped him there in a deep magic less pit. That's what he told me before he turned me.” the goblin coward like he was about to be hit. “Very well than, come along -” “Jonx, if it please his majesty” Somewhere deep in the Labrinth, chains rattled and and eyes opened for the first time in a long time.