Author: Brandi Vincent
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Labyrinth nor any of J.K.
Rowling's Harry Potter characters. Yet I only own my own. But hey, I own
this story.
+Chapter 2: Enter the Labyrinth+ Hermione opened her eyes, groggy a bit, and confused. What was going on? She thought, sitting up from a tablet in the middle of a cold, stone room. "Hello?" she called out, hoping for civilization to be somewhere near her. "Hello." Something called back. Snickers came from all around, then suddenly stopped. "Pardon?" she asked, looking around. "What does that mean?" Something else said, as others laughed around it, though no where to be seen. "Where am I?" She was beginning to fill up with anger, still looking all around her. Silence. "Where the fuck am I?" "No need for profanity, Ms. Granger," a charming voice reassured at the open door way, entirely made of cement. Hermione turned to the arched door, staring intently at the stranger that stood before it. It would be silly to ask of who he was, since she knew who he was: Jared, The Goblin King. She had seen his picture in his book. She had a better question. "Why am I here?" she asked, hoping for a positive answer. No such luck. "You were wished here by some one that very much dislikes you. But don't worry, your hero is on his way. Well, sort of." he replied, walked towards her. "Do not tell me that that rat was telling the truth, and then he proves it by sending me here! Please, can I please go back to Hogwarts?" Hermione pleaded. "Not likely. You are stuck here until your knight in not-so-shiny armor arrives. Then he'll have to defeat me. That has only happened once. And it will NOT happen again..." "Oh great. The one time I don't believe Draco, he is telling the truth...where is he? All cushy up in the Slytherin's dormitory? I bet." "Then you'd lose that bet." Jared grinned, pulling out a clear glass ball. "Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy are your heroes." He threw it to Hermione, and she caught it easily, staring into it. Ron had his hand to his head, looking worried, as Draco was holding something like a goblin, shaking and yelling at it. "Perfect," Hermione laughed, wondering what exactly Draco was yelling at it. "Amused? Keep it. You can see as their progress grows in it. Though I'm so sorry to say, but they'll probably never make it in thirteen hours." "I think you're right," Hermione frowned, though still amused by the act they were pulling in the glass ball. "So, are you going to turn me into some ugly goblin?" "Hey!" one of the things growled, as more laughed behind it. "Just show yourselves already!" Jared shouted, rolling his eyes. Tons and tons of goblins popped up from behind statues and ledges, giggling. "I'm afraid you're too developed to be turned into a goblin. If I did turn you into one, you wouldn't be able to grow into it. You'd be more like half- human, half-goblin instead of full goblin. And I only take full goblin, sorry. But," Jared said, turning to her, "I have another offer. If you're little friends do not make it through the labyrinth, you will be my queen."
Hermione gulped. He was very handsome, but then what about Hogwarts? Her friends and family? Her life? After thinking over the consequences, she frowned and looked down. "Is it that revolting to be queen?" Jared asked. "No. Don't take me wrong. You're sexy and all...and I bet your castle is great. It's just..." "Just you life back at Hogwarts? Hermione, I'll show you something better than Hogwarts. You obviously haven't read the part on what my castle may hold." Hermione looked back up, staring at him with challenging eyes. "Bring it on. What have you got to make me forget my friends?" [][][] Back with Draco and Ron [][][] "Um, Malfoy? Maybe you should put it down..." Ron suggested, scratching the back of his head. "I have just gotten started," Draco snapped, letting all of his extra anger out on the frightened goblin. "Let go of me!" It demanded, squirming around in Draco's arms. "Hmm. I don't think so," Draco said, still fuming. Ron had had enough. "Let go of the.thing," Ron demanded, putting a firm hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco shook it off immediately, cringing. "Fine, but one more thing. How do we get into the labyrinth?" Draco demanded, letting the little goblin fall to the dirty floor. It stood up right away, wiping dirt off of it's clothing, and looked up at Draco. "What makes you think I'd tell you?" It hissed, walking away, shaking its head. "Because I can open doors?" Draco snickered, walking after it. "Don't make me commit Shaking Ugly Syndrome, again." "No way! Besides, why in the world would you want to go in there, anyway? What, want to give head to a talking caterpillar? And the name's Hoggle." Hoggle snapped, picking up one of his belongings. "No. I want to know how to get into there so I can bash your head into the bloody concrete walls," Draco huffed, wanting to kick Hoggle where the sun doesn't shine, but refrained from anymore violence. "Where's my wand?" But that didn't mean he didn't want to curse the little bug. Draco checked all over his robes, but came to find his wand had been misplaced somewhere. "God damn it! He took it! Why was I cursed to walk the Earth knowing I believed in bloody fairy tales?" "Funny. Suddenly, I don't give a rat's ass," Hoggle cursed, spraying a small, glowing fiery. "Do you care about anything, then?" Ron blew it. He had already lost five or ten minutes of his time with Draco bickering about how much he hated living to an ugly creature who apparently didn't care about anything but himself. He didn't want to lose another five or ten minutes asking an ungrateful goblin on how to find the entrance to the labyrinth. "Look here, big head, my friend is up in that awful castle with that fiend and probably having a terrible time by now, and I, for some crazy reason, care! I don't care if you care. I don't care if he cares. I don't care if this entire messed up universe cares! I only care about her, right now! And if you don't tell me how to get in that labyrinth right now so I can save her, I will make you care!" "Well there's no reason to shout!" Hoggle said, putting down his sprayer. "Fine. I'll show you the entrance, smart boy! Just keep that lunatic away from me!" Hoggle trotted past Ron and down the concrete path. Ron shrugged, and motioned for Draco to come along to. Draco rolled his gray eyes and groaned. "Did my nightmare start yet? No, it can't because I haven't even begun the journey." He followed Ron and Hoggle to where he was supposed to go. "I bet Frodo didn't have to go through this. Hell, I bet Hermione is up there shagging with one of those goblins.Jared, this better be worth it!" "There! Go through here and leave me alone!" Hoggle said, pointing to a stone wall, then returned to his own business as it opened up it's sturdy, wide doors. "Thanks. I guess," Ron replied, as Hoggle walked away. "Yea, whatever kid. Just leave me alone for now on! You're on your own!" Hoggle yelled over his shoulder. "Well he was a lot of help," Draco said sarcastically, still mumbling to himself about how much he hated today. "Up yours, pal!" Hoggle said to Draco as he went to pick up his sprayer. "Same to you, you ugly.you ugly.you ugly ass wiping, hobo fucking, third world ugly, freak!" Draco snapped. "Just shut-up, Malfoy. We're lucky we haven't already been killed yet, the way you're big mouth is running," Ron said, walking into the passageway, looking left to right. "Which way should we go?" "I don't know. Maybe if we listen to the wind, it'll tell us," Draco said, walking after Ron. "Shh, listen." He put a hand to his ear, pretending to be serious. "Oh, hey Weasley, it says maybe if you get hard over a picture of Jared's big head, it'll point you to the direction of his castle because his whole fucking universe is devoted to slime and cum! When I find you, Jared, I'm going to take one of your little glass balls and stick it right up your huge, horny-" "Why wait?" An all too familiar voice asked. Ron and Draco looked to the right side of the stone wall, and saw none other than The Goblin King, leaning against it. "You two seem a bit gibberish and hyped up. Why so angry?" "Because you tricked me, you mother-" "And did you not trick Mr. Weasley, here, just so I could have some fun? You'll have fun, Mr. Malfoy, in time. Isn't that what you wanted? When you wanted to find my book?" Jared replied. "No. I wanted to learn more about the Dark Arts. Right about now you're giving it a bad name," Draco began stalking towards him with threatening eyes, daring Jared to make his move. "Unfortunately, Draco, you got yourself in this mess. It was you who provoked Ms. Granger, and when she did not believe that you had any proof, you wished her here. So, with your stubborn ways, you alone went into the restricted section again to meet me. And it was you who offered to bring some fool. I made a deal with him, when you were in the exact same place, and you were brought here along with him. It is not my fault. Just a force of the.what you would call it, the dark arts." Jared smirked, seeing the look on Ron's face as it grew from irritated, to furious. "Want a look at Hermione, Ron?" "Yes. As a matter of fact. I bet she's groveling for food in some dungeon, as of now," Ron replied, stepping up to him as Draco backed down, knowing it was all of his fault. Jared's grin grew more brilliants, as he took out one of his for-seeing glass balls. "Here's your young undaunted lover right now," He threw the ball to Ron, as Ron easily snatched it. Ron looked deep into it, hoping that Hermione was at the best of care. Fortunately, she was. The glass ball showed a blurry picture of Hermione, sitting on some balcony, reading her favorite book. "Oh." "Oh indeed. I just stopped by to break the news to the two of you, informing you to give up while you still can, since I will win over Hermione." Jared said, as Ron threw the glass ball back at Jared. "She will be mine. When, of course, your time is up and you have not made it to my castle." "Excuse me?" Ron fumed, wanting to punch Jared's nose in. "I 'will' make it to your filthy castle in time, and I will get Hermione back, whether you like it or not." "That's too bad. Too bad that you are not intelligent enough to make it through my labyrinth. Believe me, Hermione is already mine." Jared smiled. Ron was right about to punch him in the stomach, when he suddenly began to fade away. "What a pity." "Got any more bright ideas, Weasley?" Draco sighed, leaning against the opposite wall. Ron turned around to face him, red in the face. "Me have any bright ideas? Oh no, I'm sorry, did it just slip your mind that you were the one that wished Hermione here in the first place and purposely got me involved? No, I think you are the one who should come up with bright ideas, don't you think?" Ron smiled, but not a friendly one. Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, if you're going to hold a grudge, I'll choose which way we should go? Okay?" He looked left to right, then left again, deciding which one looked creepier. "Left." "Fine with me." Ron replied, beginning to head right along with Draco. They walked, and walked, and walked. Then walked some more. At one point, Draco ran then tripped over a vine sticking out from the wall. Then Ron walked over him, and he ran. But there was no such luck. It kept on going on forever and ever. The path just wouldn't stop, and there was no entries or openings. "I should have just committed suicide back there with that dumb vine," Draco groaned, becoming exhausted. "Would you stop your bickering, already? You've been whining about everything since we got here," Ron said, ready to fall over at any moment. "I wanna go home," Draco ignored Ron, continuing to complain. "I wanna go home. I wanna buy expensive but useless things. I wanna ride my pony twice, get tired of it, then sell it to make glue." Ron mimicked. "I wanna be like my gay friend Harry Potter. I wanna fuck my little sister. I wanna seduce my broomstick since everything else doesn't care about me." Draco mimicked back. "Allo." Something interrupted. "I wanna talk like an idiot now." Ron huffed, stopping to insult Draco some more. "I said Allo!" "That wasn't me, fruitcake!" Draco stopped too, glaring at Ron coldly. "Allo up there!" Something said again from below them. "What was that?" Ron asked out of no where, looking around and forgetting Draco. "Maybe it was your penis asking for some pussy once in a while since you're not getting any," Draco said, leaning against the wall. But it wasn't a wall. He fell flat on his rump on the hard dirt floor. "Son of a!" "Whoa." Ron gasped, seeing where Draco had landed. It was as if a wall had never been there, since Draco seemed to be beyond the current wall he was staring at. "I repeat, allo up there!" Something said. Draco rubbed his head, cursing under his breath, then looking ahead of him. On the opposite wall, there was a blue, fuzzy looking caterpillar with big red eyes and a small red scarf. "Huh?" "Have a nice trip to Fall-on-Assville?" Ron asked, sniggering. "Yes. It was quite lovely, thank you very much. Too bad you have to extend your vacation in My-face-is-Hideous Land," Draco replied, staring straight at the bug. "Allo, young one!" The worm greeted. "Come on in and have a nice cup of tea!" "Uhhh.Weasley? What is that?" Draco asked, pointing at the odd, blue worm. Ron peered downward, wondering if Draco had already lost connection with his brain, but then saw it. "I don't know." "What are you?" Draco asked rudely, of course. "I'm just a worm." The worm replied, shaking his furry head. "Okay.well I'm going to get up. And I'm going to walk as far away as possible from you, okay?" Draco replied, standing up, and examining what he just fell through. "Any suggestions on how to get through this place?" Ron asked, looking around. "Well sure. Just go through where your little friend fell though. I'd suggest you go left. Never go right." The worm replied, looking up at Ron. "Left, eh?" Draco asked, looking around him. "Well then I'm going right." "What?" Ron sputtered, looking at Draco as if he was mad. "Who knows what could be down there?" "Like what? Another big headed Hoggle? Listen, Ron. Everything around here is not what is seems, am I right? Then bad places are good places. In my conclusion, I don't care." Draco replied, heading right. "Fine. Get yourself killed. I'm going left," Ron shouted, going into the entranceway that Draco had fallen through, and began to head left. As the two stubborn teenagers went their separate ways, it was only concluding that they were falling apart, and would never find the castle. Well, maybe for Draco, he would, but they would meet each other soon. Just they wait. As all of this was happening, Hermione picked up her glass ball again, sighing. Thinking what stubborn Pratt's they both were.
To be Continued
+Chapter 2: Enter the Labyrinth+ Hermione opened her eyes, groggy a bit, and confused. What was going on? She thought, sitting up from a tablet in the middle of a cold, stone room. "Hello?" she called out, hoping for civilization to be somewhere near her. "Hello." Something called back. Snickers came from all around, then suddenly stopped. "Pardon?" she asked, looking around. "What does that mean?" Something else said, as others laughed around it, though no where to be seen. "Where am I?" She was beginning to fill up with anger, still looking all around her. Silence. "Where the fuck am I?" "No need for profanity, Ms. Granger," a charming voice reassured at the open door way, entirely made of cement. Hermione turned to the arched door, staring intently at the stranger that stood before it. It would be silly to ask of who he was, since she knew who he was: Jared, The Goblin King. She had seen his picture in his book. She had a better question. "Why am I here?" she asked, hoping for a positive answer. No such luck. "You were wished here by some one that very much dislikes you. But don't worry, your hero is on his way. Well, sort of." he replied, walked towards her. "Do not tell me that that rat was telling the truth, and then he proves it by sending me here! Please, can I please go back to Hogwarts?" Hermione pleaded. "Not likely. You are stuck here until your knight in not-so-shiny armor arrives. Then he'll have to defeat me. That has only happened once. And it will NOT happen again..." "Oh great. The one time I don't believe Draco, he is telling the truth...where is he? All cushy up in the Slytherin's dormitory? I bet." "Then you'd lose that bet." Jared grinned, pulling out a clear glass ball. "Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy are your heroes." He threw it to Hermione, and she caught it easily, staring into it. Ron had his hand to his head, looking worried, as Draco was holding something like a goblin, shaking and yelling at it. "Perfect," Hermione laughed, wondering what exactly Draco was yelling at it. "Amused? Keep it. You can see as their progress grows in it. Though I'm so sorry to say, but they'll probably never make it in thirteen hours." "I think you're right," Hermione frowned, though still amused by the act they were pulling in the glass ball. "So, are you going to turn me into some ugly goblin?" "Hey!" one of the things growled, as more laughed behind it. "Just show yourselves already!" Jared shouted, rolling his eyes. Tons and tons of goblins popped up from behind statues and ledges, giggling. "I'm afraid you're too developed to be turned into a goblin. If I did turn you into one, you wouldn't be able to grow into it. You'd be more like half- human, half-goblin instead of full goblin. And I only take full goblin, sorry. But," Jared said, turning to her, "I have another offer. If you're little friends do not make it through the labyrinth, you will be my queen."
Hermione gulped. He was very handsome, but then what about Hogwarts? Her friends and family? Her life? After thinking over the consequences, she frowned and looked down. "Is it that revolting to be queen?" Jared asked. "No. Don't take me wrong. You're sexy and all...and I bet your castle is great. It's just..." "Just you life back at Hogwarts? Hermione, I'll show you something better than Hogwarts. You obviously haven't read the part on what my castle may hold." Hermione looked back up, staring at him with challenging eyes. "Bring it on. What have you got to make me forget my friends?" [][][] Back with Draco and Ron [][][] "Um, Malfoy? Maybe you should put it down..." Ron suggested, scratching the back of his head. "I have just gotten started," Draco snapped, letting all of his extra anger out on the frightened goblin. "Let go of me!" It demanded, squirming around in Draco's arms. "Hmm. I don't think so," Draco said, still fuming. Ron had had enough. "Let go of the.thing," Ron demanded, putting a firm hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco shook it off immediately, cringing. "Fine, but one more thing. How do we get into the labyrinth?" Draco demanded, letting the little goblin fall to the dirty floor. It stood up right away, wiping dirt off of it's clothing, and looked up at Draco. "What makes you think I'd tell you?" It hissed, walking away, shaking its head. "Because I can open doors?" Draco snickered, walking after it. "Don't make me commit Shaking Ugly Syndrome, again." "No way! Besides, why in the world would you want to go in there, anyway? What, want to give head to a talking caterpillar? And the name's Hoggle." Hoggle snapped, picking up one of his belongings. "No. I want to know how to get into there so I can bash your head into the bloody concrete walls," Draco huffed, wanting to kick Hoggle where the sun doesn't shine, but refrained from anymore violence. "Where's my wand?" But that didn't mean he didn't want to curse the little bug. Draco checked all over his robes, but came to find his wand had been misplaced somewhere. "God damn it! He took it! Why was I cursed to walk the Earth knowing I believed in bloody fairy tales?" "Funny. Suddenly, I don't give a rat's ass," Hoggle cursed, spraying a small, glowing fiery. "Do you care about anything, then?" Ron blew it. He had already lost five or ten minutes of his time with Draco bickering about how much he hated living to an ugly creature who apparently didn't care about anything but himself. He didn't want to lose another five or ten minutes asking an ungrateful goblin on how to find the entrance to the labyrinth. "Look here, big head, my friend is up in that awful castle with that fiend and probably having a terrible time by now, and I, for some crazy reason, care! I don't care if you care. I don't care if he cares. I don't care if this entire messed up universe cares! I only care about her, right now! And if you don't tell me how to get in that labyrinth right now so I can save her, I will make you care!" "Well there's no reason to shout!" Hoggle said, putting down his sprayer. "Fine. I'll show you the entrance, smart boy! Just keep that lunatic away from me!" Hoggle trotted past Ron and down the concrete path. Ron shrugged, and motioned for Draco to come along to. Draco rolled his gray eyes and groaned. "Did my nightmare start yet? No, it can't because I haven't even begun the journey." He followed Ron and Hoggle to where he was supposed to go. "I bet Frodo didn't have to go through this. Hell, I bet Hermione is up there shagging with one of those goblins.Jared, this better be worth it!" "There! Go through here and leave me alone!" Hoggle said, pointing to a stone wall, then returned to his own business as it opened up it's sturdy, wide doors. "Thanks. I guess," Ron replied, as Hoggle walked away. "Yea, whatever kid. Just leave me alone for now on! You're on your own!" Hoggle yelled over his shoulder. "Well he was a lot of help," Draco said sarcastically, still mumbling to himself about how much he hated today. "Up yours, pal!" Hoggle said to Draco as he went to pick up his sprayer. "Same to you, you ugly.you ugly.you ugly ass wiping, hobo fucking, third world ugly, freak!" Draco snapped. "Just shut-up, Malfoy. We're lucky we haven't already been killed yet, the way you're big mouth is running," Ron said, walking into the passageway, looking left to right. "Which way should we go?" "I don't know. Maybe if we listen to the wind, it'll tell us," Draco said, walking after Ron. "Shh, listen." He put a hand to his ear, pretending to be serious. "Oh, hey Weasley, it says maybe if you get hard over a picture of Jared's big head, it'll point you to the direction of his castle because his whole fucking universe is devoted to slime and cum! When I find you, Jared, I'm going to take one of your little glass balls and stick it right up your huge, horny-" "Why wait?" An all too familiar voice asked. Ron and Draco looked to the right side of the stone wall, and saw none other than The Goblin King, leaning against it. "You two seem a bit gibberish and hyped up. Why so angry?" "Because you tricked me, you mother-" "And did you not trick Mr. Weasley, here, just so I could have some fun? You'll have fun, Mr. Malfoy, in time. Isn't that what you wanted? When you wanted to find my book?" Jared replied. "No. I wanted to learn more about the Dark Arts. Right about now you're giving it a bad name," Draco began stalking towards him with threatening eyes, daring Jared to make his move. "Unfortunately, Draco, you got yourself in this mess. It was you who provoked Ms. Granger, and when she did not believe that you had any proof, you wished her here. So, with your stubborn ways, you alone went into the restricted section again to meet me. And it was you who offered to bring some fool. I made a deal with him, when you were in the exact same place, and you were brought here along with him. It is not my fault. Just a force of the.what you would call it, the dark arts." Jared smirked, seeing the look on Ron's face as it grew from irritated, to furious. "Want a look at Hermione, Ron?" "Yes. As a matter of fact. I bet she's groveling for food in some dungeon, as of now," Ron replied, stepping up to him as Draco backed down, knowing it was all of his fault. Jared's grin grew more brilliants, as he took out one of his for-seeing glass balls. "Here's your young undaunted lover right now," He threw the ball to Ron, as Ron easily snatched it. Ron looked deep into it, hoping that Hermione was at the best of care. Fortunately, she was. The glass ball showed a blurry picture of Hermione, sitting on some balcony, reading her favorite book. "Oh." "Oh indeed. I just stopped by to break the news to the two of you, informing you to give up while you still can, since I will win over Hermione." Jared said, as Ron threw the glass ball back at Jared. "She will be mine. When, of course, your time is up and you have not made it to my castle." "Excuse me?" Ron fumed, wanting to punch Jared's nose in. "I 'will' make it to your filthy castle in time, and I will get Hermione back, whether you like it or not." "That's too bad. Too bad that you are not intelligent enough to make it through my labyrinth. Believe me, Hermione is already mine." Jared smiled. Ron was right about to punch him in the stomach, when he suddenly began to fade away. "What a pity." "Got any more bright ideas, Weasley?" Draco sighed, leaning against the opposite wall. Ron turned around to face him, red in the face. "Me have any bright ideas? Oh no, I'm sorry, did it just slip your mind that you were the one that wished Hermione here in the first place and purposely got me involved? No, I think you are the one who should come up with bright ideas, don't you think?" Ron smiled, but not a friendly one. Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, if you're going to hold a grudge, I'll choose which way we should go? Okay?" He looked left to right, then left again, deciding which one looked creepier. "Left." "Fine with me." Ron replied, beginning to head right along with Draco. They walked, and walked, and walked. Then walked some more. At one point, Draco ran then tripped over a vine sticking out from the wall. Then Ron walked over him, and he ran. But there was no such luck. It kept on going on forever and ever. The path just wouldn't stop, and there was no entries or openings. "I should have just committed suicide back there with that dumb vine," Draco groaned, becoming exhausted. "Would you stop your bickering, already? You've been whining about everything since we got here," Ron said, ready to fall over at any moment. "I wanna go home," Draco ignored Ron, continuing to complain. "I wanna go home. I wanna buy expensive but useless things. I wanna ride my pony twice, get tired of it, then sell it to make glue." Ron mimicked. "I wanna be like my gay friend Harry Potter. I wanna fuck my little sister. I wanna seduce my broomstick since everything else doesn't care about me." Draco mimicked back. "Allo." Something interrupted. "I wanna talk like an idiot now." Ron huffed, stopping to insult Draco some more. "I said Allo!" "That wasn't me, fruitcake!" Draco stopped too, glaring at Ron coldly. "Allo up there!" Something said again from below them. "What was that?" Ron asked out of no where, looking around and forgetting Draco. "Maybe it was your penis asking for some pussy once in a while since you're not getting any," Draco said, leaning against the wall. But it wasn't a wall. He fell flat on his rump on the hard dirt floor. "Son of a!" "Whoa." Ron gasped, seeing where Draco had landed. It was as if a wall had never been there, since Draco seemed to be beyond the current wall he was staring at. "I repeat, allo up there!" Something said. Draco rubbed his head, cursing under his breath, then looking ahead of him. On the opposite wall, there was a blue, fuzzy looking caterpillar with big red eyes and a small red scarf. "Huh?" "Have a nice trip to Fall-on-Assville?" Ron asked, sniggering. "Yes. It was quite lovely, thank you very much. Too bad you have to extend your vacation in My-face-is-Hideous Land," Draco replied, staring straight at the bug. "Allo, young one!" The worm greeted. "Come on in and have a nice cup of tea!" "Uhhh.Weasley? What is that?" Draco asked, pointing at the odd, blue worm. Ron peered downward, wondering if Draco had already lost connection with his brain, but then saw it. "I don't know." "What are you?" Draco asked rudely, of course. "I'm just a worm." The worm replied, shaking his furry head. "Okay.well I'm going to get up. And I'm going to walk as far away as possible from you, okay?" Draco replied, standing up, and examining what he just fell through. "Any suggestions on how to get through this place?" Ron asked, looking around. "Well sure. Just go through where your little friend fell though. I'd suggest you go left. Never go right." The worm replied, looking up at Ron. "Left, eh?" Draco asked, looking around him. "Well then I'm going right." "What?" Ron sputtered, looking at Draco as if he was mad. "Who knows what could be down there?" "Like what? Another big headed Hoggle? Listen, Ron. Everything around here is not what is seems, am I right? Then bad places are good places. In my conclusion, I don't care." Draco replied, heading right. "Fine. Get yourself killed. I'm going left," Ron shouted, going into the entranceway that Draco had fallen through, and began to head left. As the two stubborn teenagers went their separate ways, it was only concluding that they were falling apart, and would never find the castle. Well, maybe for Draco, he would, but they would meet each other soon. Just they wait. As all of this was happening, Hermione picked up her glass ball again, sighing. Thinking what stubborn Pratt's they both were.
To be Continued
