Chapter Two

Now, Goblins may not be the cleverest of creatures, well not maybe, they just aren't. If it came to deciding whether a

Goblin was more intelligent or a fungal-ridden cheese, the cheese would probably win. By rather a margin. Of course,

it doesn't take the most intelligent thing in the world to decide that this plan was suicide.

Or homicide, depending what side you were on. Splodge was trying for the winning side, or if not the winning, at least

the: Not-Getting-Bogged-Or-Smeared-On-Throne-Room-Ceiling-By-The-Cleaners-Side, he couldn't quite decide

which side that was, 'cause, though the Lady doesn't have a Bog or Cleaners, she can get real inventive with her

kitchen appliances and Splodge didn't really fancy getting puréed. But then if he didn't do the plan he would be left

with the Bog/Cleaners option which didn't grab him either, well it wasn't his idea. That's all he'll tell Lady Sarah.

Splodge wondered if the King knew Lady Sarah had got a Goblin to steal a crystal. Ah well, only thing she could do with it is the disappearing thing. The King'll handle it.

Sarah threw her bag behind the door and huffed. That had not been the best of days. She'd forgotten her homework and had to serve detention, dropped her lunch down her top and not been able to change and Karen and Dad had to go to a

dinner early meaning she had to walk home in the rain. At least they'd taken Toby. She had been appreciating him a lot more for the last couple of days since the whole 'Labyrinth' episode but after a day like today all she wanted to do was

curl up in bed with a book and a cup of tea. She towelled her chocolate brown hair dry and changed into some heart pyjamas bought by a well-meaning relative and started to boil the kettle. She stretched and caught her reflection in the

window, smiling lazily she made her tea and headed up stairs, pausing to pick up Pride and Prejudice from the shelf in the hall. Yawning she opened the door to the bedroom and…

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

There was no other word for it, Ginny Weasley was bored. Bored stiff, rigid, to death, to tears, and school hadn't even started yet! With Voldemort and the Golden Trio gone it seemed her last year was going to suck, big time. Where was a

sociopathic Dark Lord when you needed one? She'd take anything, a murder, a romance, a friggin' chicken doing the hula, was that really so much to ask? The ferret wasn't even here for Christ's sake and the other Slytherins were too

afraid of her Bat Bogey Hex to even say her hair looked like a carrot! It's times like this when she really missed Tom, at least he provided insane conversation and tips, but at the moment the school reeked of normalcy. Ugh! She listened to Dumbledore's speech (I'm ignoring Snape and Dumbledore's death.) for a bit…

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts." And rolled her eyes, nope nothing new. Perhaps she could string Harry along for a while longer just for gossip, but no, too cruel when she'd rather gouge out her eyes and stuff 'em done his throat

than put her tongue down there. Maybe she could date a Slytherin to cause a stir; she ran her eyes along the table 'not if you paid me a million galleons' she thought. Abruptly, the ceiling started to thunder and lightening flashed across it.

"May I introduce Professor Jareth King- our new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher." In strode a tall man with long hair cut short around his face wearing a long black cape and armour. Whispers started around her.

"Who the hell…"

"What's he wearing…"

"Why'd he even bother putting on trousers, they're so tight he may as well not have bothered…"

"What's up with his hair…"

"He's gorgeous…"

Ginny smirked. That'd do.

Jareth was having a rather splendid day. A quick check in with Splodge who said everything was going as planned and, of course, a perfect entrance. He smirked as he headed to the staff table and some nearby girls swooned, ah he'd still

got it. He looked up at Dumbledore and caught his twinkling eyes. He turned and bowed to the school and said wryly,

"I also accept Sir, Goblin King, Sire or –my particular favourite- Your Majesty." A redheaded girl clapped mockingly,

the rest of the school still too shocked to follow her lead. Jareth rolled his eyes and turned to sit down, and paused catching a smell in the air. He spun around and stalked towards the Red haired girl.

"What's your name?"

"Ginevra Weasley, your Majesty." She drawled. He smirked, yep, Des. Knew that smell anywhere question was, just

what was he doing with Miss Weasley?

"Well, Miss Weasley." How to phrase this? "Made any new friends recently?" She was looking suspicious now.

"No, should I have?" She asked forming an innocent smile. Jareth looked at her robes and laughed.

"You should'a been a Slytherin, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at him pointedly, Jareth looked around and noticed everyone's face riveted on them.

"Perhaps we ought to leave this conversation 'til later, your Majesty" Ginny said clearly picking up on the same thing.

"Of course, Miss Weasley." Jareth walked to the staff table and sat down, absorbed in thought as Dumbledore started

the feast, not noticing the curious looks everyone gave him. He formed a crystal, ignoring the gasps and quickly muttered into it.

"Des? Des? You there? Huh." He got no answer and threw it away. He tapped his chin.

What would Des want with a mortal girl? The fae who's hunted and hated humans for centuries. He wouldn't just turn

around and befriend one and there'd been nothing visibly wrong with her. So why was she covered with his scent. Unless… He crooked his finger and a black crystal flew from the girl, satisfied he let it go. Watching her then. Why?

Just then the doors flew open and crashed against the wall.

"JARETH!!!!!"

Ah, his future Queen had just arrived.

Ok, I'm having a poll for the relationship between 'Des' and Ginny please vote. And review!