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 3: Almost Lost+ "See how indignant they are? They're stubborn ways could cause them both very dearly," Jareth whispered into her ear, causing her to have a rather uncomfortable shiver run down her spine. "I know that all too well. But I'm confident Ron will come to the rescue. He's responsible when my life is in danger. You should have seen the concern on his face when those horrible death eaters were casting spells on these defenseless muggles. And seeing how I am in a way a muggle or squib, he tried protecting me and getting me out of there. So I am confident he will get me out of here, too," Hermione replied, standing up and off of her chair. "You mean you don't like my castle?" Jareth frowned. "How should I know. You haven't shown me it yet," Hermione walked off of the balcony into the cold stone room of the castle. "I promise I'll show you. Then I'm positive you'll have second thoughts about your little friend." "Fine," Hermione agreed, though doubting she'll forget about Ron and his attempt to save her. What was safe anymore if he was treating her with respect? "I assume you've already met the goblins." "How are you a goblin king? You don't look like a goblin. You certainly don't seem like a goblin," Hermione asked walking around. "Funny question. I asked that same one myself back at Hogwarts. I'm not full of magic tricks, I'm full of magic. I made that city. For my own fun. I could have ruled earth in about a month or so, but I decided what's a bunch of useless, boring humans? They annoy me. Goblins are more...bendable. They're more fun." "Wow. Not many people would say that. You could probably kill Voldemort if you wanted to." "I could. But I don't care. Please, I'm much older than he is, and I still don't have a wrinkle. The wizard is a laugh. So, the first thing I think I shall show you, is your room if you were to stay in my castle." Jareth snapped his fingers with out hesitation, then suddenly appeared into a golden room; black flowers hung about and beautiful portraits on every wall. The walls were made of pure gold; the carpet strewn together with silver silk, and the four-poster bed cotton and white. "Impressive." Hermione walked further into the room. There was a polished, wooden wardrobe on one side, and other soft couches against the others. It was very impressive. She turned back around, to find Jareth standing right in front of her. She gasped out of surprise. She also couldn't help notice his quite large package that was down below. Unfortunately for her, he had noticed. "I suppose there are also other...things that you like in here as well," Jareth rose one eyebrow, smirking. "Unless you mean the furnishing, I certainly don't know what you're talking about," Hermione replied, blushing. "Okay, so this would be my room. Pretty nice, better than having to share it with Lavender and Parvati. What's next?" "How about...the library? I'm sure you'd be interested to see that," Jareth replied, snapping his fingers once more, as they suddenly appeared in a different room. "Very nice," Hermione smiled, peering around. Everything seemed to be recently polished. The wooden bookshelves had small polished designs carved into them, and held many books about everything that's anything. There were rows and rows that seemed to go on forever, but in some thoughtful way, it still felt warm and cozy. The main attraction of the library, though, was the wide, glass window at the end of it. And it had a very interesting image outside of it. It was of the labyrinth. The entire labyrinth. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she would be able to see Ron or Draco messing up again. [][][] Back with Ron [][][] "It's a small world after all...even though this is like some mall...it's a small world after all..." Ron sang, walking through openings and down paths. "I'm losing it." He looked around, seeing the direction of the castle, yet only saw a small one instead of a big one. He was farther off than he was hoped. "This place is driving me mad!" Ron kicked one of the stone walls hard and bashed the other one with his fist. It hurt, but he had other things to be worrying about. "Where am I going? This is leading me no where!" Ron screamed, stalking forward. As he stalked on further, there was another thing that was stalking. But it wasn't anything that looked remotely close to what Ron looked like. In Ron's direct path, there was a spiky, black thing, with dark red eyes, and yellow horns. It had a long, lizard like tail that pointed upwards, more black spikes at the end, and a metal head with even more spikes at the top. It sort of looked like a dinosaur/goblin. It didn't matter what it was to Ron, because he was freaked either way. "Uhhh." He mumbled, stepping back a step. "It's very rude to stare!" It snapped, looking up to challenge Ron's eyes. "Sorry," Ron backed up again, taking a step back every time it took a step forward. "I don't like you," rumbled it's grungy, minor voice. This wasn't a good sign on Ron's side. He turned around and began walking away, very quickly at that. "It's also very rude to make a mockery of me!" Ron looked over his shoulder as the creature stomped his scaly feet with sharp nails for toes. It erupted a deep roar that made Ron's eyes water. For a small little thing, it sure could make its point mean something bigger than it actually was. The last thing Ron saw before he broke into a run was that the thing had rolled itself into a big spiky, shiny black ball and had came rolling after him. Now Ron was running for his life. That thing could kill him by just knocking him over and rolling over him, piercing his back. He turned sharp corners and down long paths, until finally he found an opening that would probably throw the thing off of his trial. He went into it and hid behind the wall, breathing hard. He heard the rolling come near the opening.but passed and kept rolling away. He exhaled deeply, wiping sweat off of his forehead, and looked around. Where was he now? "He looks confused," Something said. "He looks lost," Something else said. "Hey, you, boy! Are you lost?" Asked another thing. "What an ignorant question! He's in a labyrinth! Of course the boy is lost!" All of the four heads laugh, as Ron looked curiously over at the two things. There was some sort of flat thing with a red arrow pointing downwards, and a dog looking head with a red helmet that had a spike on top of it; on the bottom and the top of the flat thing. On the right side of it was the same kind of flat thing, but with a half blue circle in the middle, alike the other, with the same sort of heads, but it had blue helmets. Both were holding some sort of spear. "Excuse me?" Ron replied, walking forward. "Who are you?" "Who are you?" One asked. "Are you guys some sort of doors?" Ron chose to ignore their questions, seeing how they seemed pointless. "Yes. One of us leads to the point of the goblin king's castle, the other-" "Dundundundun!" "Certain death!" The blue one finished. "So.which one is it?" Ron asked, stepping forward. "Well, we can't tell you that. We don't even know why!" The red helmet head on the bottom said. "But they can tell you! The problem is you can only ask one of the one question, and one of them always lies." "Okay.excuse me!" Ron called to the upped heads. They poked their heads up shyly. Ron thought for a moment, thinking of what to ask them. Learning from his experience so far, he chose the best question that would matter. He turned to the blue one. "Is he an idiot?" The dog head took a moment to answer, thinking hard. "Why yes, yes he is." "Okay," Ron walked over to the red one and pushed it open. "Hey, nothing is what it seems around here!" Right as he was about to walk in, the spiky thing showed up again, growling, and rolling at the speed of light towards Ron. He ran in quickly, and right as he entered, the door closed shut from behind him. Just as it did, he could hear a bang like something metal had smashed into something else that was metal. Well, this doesn't seem exactly like certain death.Ron thought as he walked further inside. As he did, he could smell something awful and terrible coming from somewhere nearby. Wilted trees surrounded the place, and Ron could see why they were like that: there was a wretched swamp just a few feet ahead of him. "What the?" Ron walked closer to it, covering his nose with his shirtsleeve. The green goo was bubbling and made popping and farting noises as it did so. He felt like he was about to throw up. "YEEUUK!" Ron stepped away from it, walking back onto the dirt banks. He was terrified to actually step in it. So he didn't. As he walked around, trying to find an exit, a shiny glass ball rolled by his feet and past him, around the swamp's banks. Ron, seeing how he had nothing else to do, followed it. It led to more wilted trees, and even more plants. Ron kept on following it, until it led to a wall made of moss and vines. There was no other hope left, so he pushed it hard, and surprisingly, it opened. Ron practically sprang out of the place, just to not smell that awful stench anymore. He was back in the labyrinth. Jareth had tricked him into going there, just so Ron wouldn't cross the rocks across the swamp, which would soon lead to the Goblin City. [][][] Back with Draco [][][] "Where the hell am I?" Draco questioned himself, peering around. This wasn't fun. This game was not for a Malfoy. Malfoy's usually weren't teased like this. This was just insulting. "Okay, now! I want to go home! Jareth? Granger?" "Humph, how pathetic," A familiar voice called from the hedges. He wasn't at the part of the labyrinth in which it had stone walls. It had hedges. Though it seemed to be an improvement. "Show yourself!" Draco called, trying to act big a macho. "Well, I don't think you'd want to!" It replied, walking from behind a hedge.' "Oh no, not you again! Go away!" Draco groaned, looking up at the sky just not to see Hoggle and his big, warty nose. "I'm honored to be in your presence!" Hoggle said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "I just though you would want y help, is all! I felt bad that I couldn't help you much."
"I don't believe you," Draco hissed, wanting badly to kick it over the next hedge. "Well, what choice have you got? You seem lost," Hoggle replied, walking past Draco. "Well?" Draco hesitated a moment. Hoggle was right, what other choice did he have? He had to get out. "Fine." Draco followed Hoggle through the labyrinth. Although, everything Draco passed seemed to be all to familiar. Something was up. "Hoggle? Do you know where you're going?" "Of course I do!" Hoggle replied, walking on. The walked for another fifteen minutes, until they finally got to where they were going: the entrance. "What the fuck?? Why am I at the beginning??" Draco shouted, feeling embarrassed and very foolish. "Didn't you hear? I'm a liar," Hoggle replied, feeling important, and walked away, whistling a happy tune. Draco couldn't help it. His legs felt like they were about to just give in. He felt weak, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't waste time beating the crap out of Hoggle. Yet, most importantly, he felt stupid for believing that scum. So, his only option was to go back inside, and try to find a way to the Goblin City. For if he did, he wouldn't feel so foolish anymore. He sighed, closed his eyes tightly, and walked back in, down the path, and chose to go right again from where he had separated from Ron. By now, he was wishing he had gone with Ron and had not been by himself. [][][] Back with Hermione [][][] "Where are they?" Hermione asked Jareth, looking out of the wide window. "Can't you see them?" Jareth replied, walking right up to her. "Ron is in the dark forest. And Draco is back at the beginning." "Why is he still there?" Hermione asked again, feeling his heat close to her body. "A little friend lied," Jareth smirked, seeing clearly where Ron was, and clearly where Ron was. They weren't so close to one another. Though, Draco seemed to be getting closer to Ron, as Ron seemed to be stuck somewhere. "Why did they split up?" Hermione groaned, balling her fists, and stomping one foot. "I thought I've told you? They are stubborn and arrogant." "Well, so are you." "Hermione, I am hurt," Jareth stepped back, even though he wasn't being serious. Hermione turned around to face him, smiling. "All men are arrogant. It's in their blood," Hermione rolled her eyes, still smiling. "True." Jareth smiled back. "So, what do you want to see, next?" "Something unexpected. That I've never experienced, before." Jareth knew what to do. He pulled Hermione towards him by her waist and pressed his soft lips against her tender ones; though rough and full of experience. Hermione, shocked at first, couldn't help but kiss back. After all, he was a great kisser and had a great body. His kiss was full of energy, like some sort of spark of magic convinced her to kiss back. After a moment, Jareth pulled away, and Hermione took a deep breath. "Was that new and unexpected?" Jareth smirked, his evil eyes glowing. "Maybe," Even though she had only known him for an hour or more, he had a very charming attitude and a very sexy accent. She couldn't help but like it. Being his queen seemed to have its advantages. "Did you like it?" Jareth asked curiously, his eyes so deep you could drown in them. Hermione blushed, and he knew that meant yes. "Just think if you got that everyday.and maybe more?" He moved his thin eyebrows up and down, meaning something more than a kiss. Hermione thought about it, and oh did she like what she thought. She just needed to get to know him more, and see his castle, and maybe she would give it some sort of twisted thought. But.what about Ron? What about his attempt to retrieve her? To take her back to her real life? And what about Draco? Who would slap him for the wrong he has done? But, there was another thing she wanted to see. "Let me see the city that I would be running with you. I want to see how happy they are." "Surely. But, I want to show you one more thing before that: my animal garden."
To Be Continued
+Chapter 3: Almost Lost+ "See how indignant they are? They're stubborn ways could cause them both very dearly," Jareth whispered into her ear, causing her to have a rather uncomfortable shiver run down her spine. "I know that all too well. But I'm confident Ron will come to the rescue. He's responsible when my life is in danger. You should have seen the concern on his face when those horrible death eaters were casting spells on these defenseless muggles. And seeing how I am in a way a muggle or squib, he tried protecting me and getting me out of there. So I am confident he will get me out of here, too," Hermione replied, standing up and off of her chair. "You mean you don't like my castle?" Jareth frowned. "How should I know. You haven't shown me it yet," Hermione walked off of the balcony into the cold stone room of the castle. "I promise I'll show you. Then I'm positive you'll have second thoughts about your little friend." "Fine," Hermione agreed, though doubting she'll forget about Ron and his attempt to save her. What was safe anymore if he was treating her with respect? "I assume you've already met the goblins." "How are you a goblin king? You don't look like a goblin. You certainly don't seem like a goblin," Hermione asked walking around. "Funny question. I asked that same one myself back at Hogwarts. I'm not full of magic tricks, I'm full of magic. I made that city. For my own fun. I could have ruled earth in about a month or so, but I decided what's a bunch of useless, boring humans? They annoy me. Goblins are more...bendable. They're more fun." "Wow. Not many people would say that. You could probably kill Voldemort if you wanted to." "I could. But I don't care. Please, I'm much older than he is, and I still don't have a wrinkle. The wizard is a laugh. So, the first thing I think I shall show you, is your room if you were to stay in my castle." Jareth snapped his fingers with out hesitation, then suddenly appeared into a golden room; black flowers hung about and beautiful portraits on every wall. The walls were made of pure gold; the carpet strewn together with silver silk, and the four-poster bed cotton and white. "Impressive." Hermione walked further into the room. There was a polished, wooden wardrobe on one side, and other soft couches against the others. It was very impressive. She turned back around, to find Jareth standing right in front of her. She gasped out of surprise. She also couldn't help notice his quite large package that was down below. Unfortunately for her, he had noticed. "I suppose there are also other...things that you like in here as well," Jareth rose one eyebrow, smirking. "Unless you mean the furnishing, I certainly don't know what you're talking about," Hermione replied, blushing. "Okay, so this would be my room. Pretty nice, better than having to share it with Lavender and Parvati. What's next?" "How about...the library? I'm sure you'd be interested to see that," Jareth replied, snapping his fingers once more, as they suddenly appeared in a different room. "Very nice," Hermione smiled, peering around. Everything seemed to be recently polished. The wooden bookshelves had small polished designs carved into them, and held many books about everything that's anything. There were rows and rows that seemed to go on forever, but in some thoughtful way, it still felt warm and cozy. The main attraction of the library, though, was the wide, glass window at the end of it. And it had a very interesting image outside of it. It was of the labyrinth. The entire labyrinth. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she would be able to see Ron or Draco messing up again. [][][] Back with Ron [][][] "It's a small world after all...even though this is like some mall...it's a small world after all..." Ron sang, walking through openings and down paths. "I'm losing it." He looked around, seeing the direction of the castle, yet only saw a small one instead of a big one. He was farther off than he was hoped. "This place is driving me mad!" Ron kicked one of the stone walls hard and bashed the other one with his fist. It hurt, but he had other things to be worrying about. "Where am I going? This is leading me no where!" Ron screamed, stalking forward. As he stalked on further, there was another thing that was stalking. But it wasn't anything that looked remotely close to what Ron looked like. In Ron's direct path, there was a spiky, black thing, with dark red eyes, and yellow horns. It had a long, lizard like tail that pointed upwards, more black spikes at the end, and a metal head with even more spikes at the top. It sort of looked like a dinosaur/goblin. It didn't matter what it was to Ron, because he was freaked either way. "Uhhh." He mumbled, stepping back a step. "It's very rude to stare!" It snapped, looking up to challenge Ron's eyes. "Sorry," Ron backed up again, taking a step back every time it took a step forward. "I don't like you," rumbled it's grungy, minor voice. This wasn't a good sign on Ron's side. He turned around and began walking away, very quickly at that. "It's also very rude to make a mockery of me!" Ron looked over his shoulder as the creature stomped his scaly feet with sharp nails for toes. It erupted a deep roar that made Ron's eyes water. For a small little thing, it sure could make its point mean something bigger than it actually was. The last thing Ron saw before he broke into a run was that the thing had rolled itself into a big spiky, shiny black ball and had came rolling after him. Now Ron was running for his life. That thing could kill him by just knocking him over and rolling over him, piercing his back. He turned sharp corners and down long paths, until finally he found an opening that would probably throw the thing off of his trial. He went into it and hid behind the wall, breathing hard. He heard the rolling come near the opening.but passed and kept rolling away. He exhaled deeply, wiping sweat off of his forehead, and looked around. Where was he now? "He looks confused," Something said. "He looks lost," Something else said. "Hey, you, boy! Are you lost?" Asked another thing. "What an ignorant question! He's in a labyrinth! Of course the boy is lost!" All of the four heads laugh, as Ron looked curiously over at the two things. There was some sort of flat thing with a red arrow pointing downwards, and a dog looking head with a red helmet that had a spike on top of it; on the bottom and the top of the flat thing. On the right side of it was the same kind of flat thing, but with a half blue circle in the middle, alike the other, with the same sort of heads, but it had blue helmets. Both were holding some sort of spear. "Excuse me?" Ron replied, walking forward. "Who are you?" "Who are you?" One asked. "Are you guys some sort of doors?" Ron chose to ignore their questions, seeing how they seemed pointless. "Yes. One of us leads to the point of the goblin king's castle, the other-" "Dundundundun!" "Certain death!" The blue one finished. "So.which one is it?" Ron asked, stepping forward. "Well, we can't tell you that. We don't even know why!" The red helmet head on the bottom said. "But they can tell you! The problem is you can only ask one of the one question, and one of them always lies." "Okay.excuse me!" Ron called to the upped heads. They poked their heads up shyly. Ron thought for a moment, thinking of what to ask them. Learning from his experience so far, he chose the best question that would matter. He turned to the blue one. "Is he an idiot?" The dog head took a moment to answer, thinking hard. "Why yes, yes he is." "Okay," Ron walked over to the red one and pushed it open. "Hey, nothing is what it seems around here!" Right as he was about to walk in, the spiky thing showed up again, growling, and rolling at the speed of light towards Ron. He ran in quickly, and right as he entered, the door closed shut from behind him. Just as it did, he could hear a bang like something metal had smashed into something else that was metal. Well, this doesn't seem exactly like certain death.Ron thought as he walked further inside. As he did, he could smell something awful and terrible coming from somewhere nearby. Wilted trees surrounded the place, and Ron could see why they were like that: there was a wretched swamp just a few feet ahead of him. "What the?" Ron walked closer to it, covering his nose with his shirtsleeve. The green goo was bubbling and made popping and farting noises as it did so. He felt like he was about to throw up. "YEEUUK!" Ron stepped away from it, walking back onto the dirt banks. He was terrified to actually step in it. So he didn't. As he walked around, trying to find an exit, a shiny glass ball rolled by his feet and past him, around the swamp's banks. Ron, seeing how he had nothing else to do, followed it. It led to more wilted trees, and even more plants. Ron kept on following it, until it led to a wall made of moss and vines. There was no other hope left, so he pushed it hard, and surprisingly, it opened. Ron practically sprang out of the place, just to not smell that awful stench anymore. He was back in the labyrinth. Jareth had tricked him into going there, just so Ron wouldn't cross the rocks across the swamp, which would soon lead to the Goblin City. [][][] Back with Draco [][][] "Where the hell am I?" Draco questioned himself, peering around. This wasn't fun. This game was not for a Malfoy. Malfoy's usually weren't teased like this. This was just insulting. "Okay, now! I want to go home! Jareth? Granger?" "Humph, how pathetic," A familiar voice called from the hedges. He wasn't at the part of the labyrinth in which it had stone walls. It had hedges. Though it seemed to be an improvement. "Show yourself!" Draco called, trying to act big a macho. "Well, I don't think you'd want to!" It replied, walking from behind a hedge.' "Oh no, not you again! Go away!" Draco groaned, looking up at the sky just not to see Hoggle and his big, warty nose. "I'm honored to be in your presence!" Hoggle said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "I just though you would want y help, is all! I felt bad that I couldn't help you much."
"I don't believe you," Draco hissed, wanting badly to kick it over the next hedge. "Well, what choice have you got? You seem lost," Hoggle replied, walking past Draco. "Well?" Draco hesitated a moment. Hoggle was right, what other choice did he have? He had to get out. "Fine." Draco followed Hoggle through the labyrinth. Although, everything Draco passed seemed to be all to familiar. Something was up. "Hoggle? Do you know where you're going?" "Of course I do!" Hoggle replied, walking on. The walked for another fifteen minutes, until they finally got to where they were going: the entrance. "What the fuck?? Why am I at the beginning??" Draco shouted, feeling embarrassed and very foolish. "Didn't you hear? I'm a liar," Hoggle replied, feeling important, and walked away, whistling a happy tune. Draco couldn't help it. His legs felt like they were about to just give in. He felt weak, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't waste time beating the crap out of Hoggle. Yet, most importantly, he felt stupid for believing that scum. So, his only option was to go back inside, and try to find a way to the Goblin City. For if he did, he wouldn't feel so foolish anymore. He sighed, closed his eyes tightly, and walked back in, down the path, and chose to go right again from where he had separated from Ron. By now, he was wishing he had gone with Ron and had not been by himself. [][][] Back with Hermione [][][] "Where are they?" Hermione asked Jareth, looking out of the wide window. "Can't you see them?" Jareth replied, walking right up to her. "Ron is in the dark forest. And Draco is back at the beginning." "Why is he still there?" Hermione asked again, feeling his heat close to her body. "A little friend lied," Jareth smirked, seeing clearly where Ron was, and clearly where Ron was. They weren't so close to one another. Though, Draco seemed to be getting closer to Ron, as Ron seemed to be stuck somewhere. "Why did they split up?" Hermione groaned, balling her fists, and stomping one foot. "I thought I've told you? They are stubborn and arrogant." "Well, so are you." "Hermione, I am hurt," Jareth stepped back, even though he wasn't being serious. Hermione turned around to face him, smiling. "All men are arrogant. It's in their blood," Hermione rolled her eyes, still smiling. "True." Jareth smiled back. "So, what do you want to see, next?" "Something unexpected. That I've never experienced, before." Jareth knew what to do. He pulled Hermione towards him by her waist and pressed his soft lips against her tender ones; though rough and full of experience. Hermione, shocked at first, couldn't help but kiss back. After all, he was a great kisser and had a great body. His kiss was full of energy, like some sort of spark of magic convinced her to kiss back. After a moment, Jareth pulled away, and Hermione took a deep breath. "Was that new and unexpected?" Jareth smirked, his evil eyes glowing. "Maybe," Even though she had only known him for an hour or more, he had a very charming attitude and a very sexy accent. She couldn't help but like it. Being his queen seemed to have its advantages. "Did you like it?" Jareth asked curiously, his eyes so deep you could drown in them. Hermione blushed, and he knew that meant yes. "Just think if you got that everyday.and maybe more?" He moved his thin eyebrows up and down, meaning something more than a kiss. Hermione thought about it, and oh did she like what she thought. She just needed to get to know him more, and see his castle, and maybe she would give it some sort of twisted thought. But.what about Ron? What about his attempt to retrieve her? To take her back to her real life? And what about Draco? Who would slap him for the wrong he has done? But, there was another thing she wanted to see. "Let me see the city that I would be running with you. I want to see how happy they are." "Surely. But, I want to show you one more thing before that: my animal garden."
To Be Continued
