Dance Magic Dance

Thank-you for the reviews!! I thought this story was a bust to be honest. But I will continue pouring out my imagination! You all rock! Draco scribbled down notes as McGonagall prattled on about the differences between a newt and a lizard. Transfigurations was such a waste of time. His father had told him right before his first year at Hogwarts that he had been transfiguring worms into toy trains before he was able to fly his first broom. Draco always knew, as a Malfoy, that he was better than everyone else. He thoughtfully put down his quill as the professor explained the class assignment for the week. At least he would be top in this class after the upcoming OWLS. Father would be pleased. “Now, as mentioned last week, anyone who wished for extra credit was to complete a summary of the uses of a golden goblet in a foot of parchment or more. Please present these essays for grading now.” McGonagall announced looked bored as if, like Draco, she knew no one did the extra work. As the class filed out, from the corner of his eye, Draco saw Hermione Granger place a parchment on the teacher's desk. He glowered as he made his way to the dungeons. Ron and Aisha had reached to top of the ladder and had been walking for what seemed like hours. The hop in her step had yet to falter. Ron only knew this because everytime she did the hem of her dress would bounce with her, allowing him a glimpse of her firm behind. He sighed, how long could his resolve hold out? How long could he keep walking? “Just a bit further from what I remember last time I was at the castle.” Aisha chirped as if reading his mind. “Oh, alright then.” He dumbly responded. “With lots of time to spare too!” “What do you mean time? He looked at her puzzled. “Didn't the king tell you you had twelve hours to complete the maze?” “What king? And no one told me anything about time? What happens when I run out of time? Did he take Hermione? I demand to speak to this king once and for all!” Ron spoke panicked like. A flash of lightning streaked the sky. Draco was lounging in his chair in the throne room. He had found a magic less oubliette. Even magic only went so far. According to his crystal ball, Hermione was attempting to climb the walls of it as she shouted profanities that included his name. Lovely. He did have yet to find this wizard Jonx was speaking of. If Jareth had put him in the hole, surely he was dangerous. But Jareth was also mildly dramatic and seemed to jump at every little thing. He wondered where the ghost even was. Draco felt a tug of his navel and the sucking aparation feeling. He found himself in the labyrinth, not too far away from his castle. Draco looked around, the confusion didn't show on his face, but he really had no idea what had just occurred. “Ah, your first summoning.” Jareth said materializing. Draco almost jumped at being started, but he didn't, he was a Malfoy. “Summoned by whom? I am not a dog to be called!” He snapped back. “Perhaps now is a good time to learn your lesson about explaining the rules.” With that, the magnificent ghost was gone. Draco cursed at his misfortune. Such bad timing. He had forgotten momentarily about the ginger trash wandering hid maze. He was about to aparate back to his castle when he was almost hit by a stunning spell. “Malfoy! What are you doing here? You wish someone away too?” Ron gritted through clenched teeth. Even Aisha could feel the tension and confusion. Draco straightened his back and squared his shoulders. With his head held high he eyed the wall Ron had just come around evilly. “It so happens that I am king on this Labyrinth Weasley.” Judging by his facial expressions Draco guessed the information was not digesting well. Draco was startled out of his reverie when Ron clutched his stomach doubled over in laughter. Aisha looked over at Draco nervously. “And what do we have here, a traitor?” He inclined his head towards her. “No my lord, I was merely toying with the boy for my own pleasure.” She bowed deeply allowing a great show of her ample cleavage. “Of course, you wouldn't want a trip to the bog now, would you? No man or creature would fuck you; let alone come ten feet of you if that ever happened.” He whispered his threat lowly. Aisha shivered and straightened up again. They both looked at Ron who was now wheezing in mirth. “You disappeared three years ago, I bet you wished someone away and couldn't beat the damn perverted death trap.” Ron gasped out. Draco arched a blond eyebrow. “I have your little girl friend. She will be mine. Clearly you didn't want her and you will not beat my labyrinth. You have six- no five hours left to reach my castle to win.” Draco rolled a crystal ball towards him that showed Hermione sleeping in a dark space on a bunch of pillows. Ron picked up the ball and frowned as it burst after a few moments in his hand. “Oh yeah, well if you are the king of this shit hole prove it prat!” Ron spat. Aisha tugged at his hand now terrified by the shaking ground. With a wave of his hand, Draco was gone. The sound of rumbling grew louder and the pair looked around to see a giant spike ball turn the same corner they did, headed towards them. “The cleaner!” Aisha screamed. “RUN!” Ron didn't need to be told twice as the two took off, the cleaner in hot pursuit. Watching from above, Jared smirked. He loved the cleaner ball. But where was Draco going? Jareth followed to young king to a room in the castle. He watched as a young goblin opened the door to let the king in. Jareth waited a moment to try and remember where he knew that goblin from. Not before long it struck him. Jareth barreled through the wall and into the room. It was empty. Jonx transported Draco into a place in the labyrinth. “He is in there your majesty.” the goblin bowed. Draco sighed and stared in the dark black pit. Well, at least as the goblin king and a wizard he could still use magic in the pit. Draco used a spell and slowly descended into the darkness. He wasn't sure how far down he actually was before he feet hit dirt. “Lumos” the place lit up and Draco heard the rattle of something that sounded like chains. He pressed further into the shadows. His light hadn't quite touched the figure leaning against the stone brick wall. The dark figure lifted it head before Draco could see what he looked like. “Ah Abraxas! Took you long enough!” The Italian accent was unmistakable. Draco raised his wand to see the man’s face. He almost dropped his wand. “Blaise?”