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Dance Magic Dance	By : GoblinKingDraco Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 6750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wow! Hello! Sorry it's been so long. Life got in the way of...life. Here you go!
Storming into his chambers Draco picked up the first thing he saw. He walked out into the common room of slytherin dorms. The peach crushed easily in his grip and the sticky pulp oozed through his fingers. Draco forgot his anger for a moment as the tantalizing aroma of the fruit wafted to his noise.
Feelings of ultimate power began to flow through him. Almost unconsciously, he dropped the handful of mush, but lifted his fingers to his full lips. All it took was the flick of his tongue against his wet fingertips and that power was his.
The peach hit the floor with a plop.
“That's fucking gross, who left this peach here” Could be heard as the students filed into the common room. No one questioning the faint trace of magic lingering the the air.
Jareth sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time. Hermione had managed to dislocate one of her ankles and was covered in small cuts and bruises. The small amount of magic she could muster had backfired a few times.
“Girl, the labyrinth will protect you from the goblin king, not from yourself.” He drawled unconcerned like. Truthfully, he admired her intelligence and spirit, he didn't not wish any harm to come to her.
Hermione glared through him.
“I know it's not your fault I'm here, but could you at least free my hands? I'm not one to be defenseless you know.”
Jareth shook his head at the question she had been asking him for what seemed like hours. He was surprised that Malloy had even let her keep her clothes. Her champion had an hour left to complete the maze and it didn't look good.
She couldn't see him, but it felt like she knew where he was. When she finally sat down after pacing back and forth he relaxed a bit. If he were in Draco’s shoes, he probably would have done the same thing. He wasn't exactly known for his kindness. Death had made him slightly more empathetic.
He noticed her trace invisible patterns along her arms, maybe runes, maybe small comforting nonsense. It didn't matter. Her fierceness reminded him of his Sarah. He scoffed at himself. His Sarah. He watched her become a beautiful woman, through her mirror he saw every curve, every year she cried. Every heartbreak of hers, broke his as well. He had no power over the victor of the labyrinth.
As she got older, he got weaker. They could have ruled together, her as his glorious queen. It destroyed him.
Hermione set herself to recalling runes she read in a book once. It didn't help her but it took her mind off the situation. What if Ron didn't want her and left her here to become a goblin?
A panic so strong gripped her she thought she would throw up. Being here with a man who would be perfectly content to take what he wanted from her. It wasn't hard for her to imagine Ron’s rejection and Draco’s smirk. How he would take her, against her will, probably on the cold stone floor just to add insult to injury. Her skin crawled, she never read any books on how to escape a sex deprived labyrinth king before.
It call came down to sex didn't it. If she had given it to Ron more, maybe she wouldn't be here. Her magic pounded against her skin and she could almost hear it in her head. Her injured ankle throbbed and for a second she concentrated on every tiny stinging cut on her body. With her mind racing, she drew her runes and let her mind go blank.
Draco reeled. The Blaise look alike stepped out of the lights, neck and wrists jingling with ornate chains and jewellery. His jet black hair slicked back and slightly olive skin marked him clearly as a Zambini. The figure smiled almost innocently, but the gleam in his eye was unmistakable. Draco steeled himself.
“No, I am Draco Lucius Malfoy. I require your binding services in exchange for your freedom.”
Somewhere in the maze, Jareth felt an unnatural pull on his corporeal being.
“I'm always willing to work for the Malfoy family. Let alone the new King.”
Draco fought back a dark sinister feeling as the man’s eyes darkened the further he forwarded into the light.
“I require binding for my new slave. She is inconveniently powerful. Is this in your ability?”
“Machiavelli at your service my liege, my workshop is located in the left wing of your castle, in return for my freedom, you will have your compliant slave.”
Draco nodded and snapped his fingers, leaving the magic-less chamber empty.

Ron knew he had an hour left. He snuck away leaving a dozing Aisha on the mossy warm ground. With every step he took the guilt weighed heavily on him. It wasn't the guilt of sleeping with another woman, but the guilt of holding onto Hermione when he truly did not love her anymore. The passion he felt with Aisha was nothing like his relationship with Hermione. She was sweet, smart and all. She just didn't make his heart soar and all his blood rush to his cock.
The guilt was that he probably couldn't reach the castle in time. That she would be Malfoy slave and he would never see Aisha again. He pictured the dark haired beauty sleeping in the sun and he imagined his legs tangled in hers and he buried himself deep inside of her. He broke into a sprint trying not to let his shame weigh him down, he had to save Hermione.
The walls begun to taper down as he ran and the castle in the distance became more and more reachable. The goblins and creatures had received no orders to stop him. Ron reached the doors with 5 minutes left on the great clock mounted over the door. He made it!
He yanked open the heavy door leaving no room for courtesy. Draco Malfoy sat on his stone throne with a bound Hermione at his feet. Her arms were tied behind her back and her feet bound at the ankles. She has a strip of cloth in her mouth preventing her from speaking. She was lying on a few pillows but she was completely nude. Ron had to stop for a moment, only torn away from her hard nipples by the sound of her muffled sobbing and the tears in her big brown eyes.
Draco’s gaze met Ron's blazing one. Draco could have used a silencing spell, but this was much more theatric. He was sure even Jareth approved.
“So Ron Weasley, what will it be?” Draco calmly stated.
Ron rushed to Hermione, Draco let him. He reached a hand to brush her hair away from her face, to tell her he was sorry. Her sorrowful eyes turned hard and she struggled to shake off his hand. Draco chuckled as he rolled a crystal ball towards Ron. He let go of the sobbing witch on the ground to grasp it. The image of himself and Aisha in the maze. His arms around her, kissing her soft lips, the movement of his hips as they crashed into hers.
“You bastard!” Ron shouted and threw himself at the king, fists raised. Draco could have easily deflect him, instead he grabbed Hermione by the arm and hauled her into his lap. Grasping her by the throat as her head rolled back against his shoulder. He triumphed as her fight died before his eyes. He squeezed and she gasped. Ron stopped in his tracks.
“Now now Weasley, you have a choice. We both know you don't have any power over me, but I will offer you a choice. This dirty, ugly, mudblood. Or her.”
Draco gestured to his left and Aisha appeared. Hermione set eyes widened in anger but Draco held her tied up body tight. Ron’s eyes darted between the two silent women. Hermione, filled with anger and distrust. Then Aisha, warm, welcoming and passionate.
“CHOOSE!” Draco bellowed.
“CHOOSE NOW OR THEY BOTH DIE!”
Tears streamed down Ron’s face and he mouthed an apology to his once love. Reaching out he extended a hand to Aisha, which she happily took. Soon as they made contact, both wizard and Nymph exploded into a million bubbles, disappearing into the unknown.
Draco hadn't been this happy since he could remember. It was short lived as he felt the woman scorned in his lap grow hot, unbearable hot.
Hermione had enough, she called upon all her power she could and thrust it to the surface. Not caring what happened.
He cursed loudly as he grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the cobblestone floor with a sickening crunch. His clothes smoking from the power she put out. She lay unconscious, probably bleeding from somewhere, Draco smiled. The Labyrinths protection had left her. He had won.
Clinks and clangs could be heard from the left wing of the castle as the dark magic swirled around Machiavelli. He paused, looking at the silver and onyx choker, set with opals. He laughed at nothing in particular, the sound echoing out into the night fallen labyrinth.
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