Violet
I found Jareth in my parents' living room yesterday...when I entered the room he just smirked and told me my dreams of being able to write that I do have rights to Labyrinth and Harry Potter characters will never come true (T_T) I cried and he laughed and faded away...the arse..
Please heed the M warning...
He held the crystal ball in his hand again...staring, thinking. 'Her hair was soft,' he thought, unconsciously wiggling his fingers as he if were currently running them through her soft, silky mane. Her saccharine lips were so tempting the moment he laid eyes on them. He had to have them. Then there were her eyes...the fire that burned in them was very tempting to a man such as himself, like the curves...those sensuous curves he already memorised.
He groaned and shifted his eyes back to the crystal ball he held and stared at the green-eyed woman reading a story to her son outside on a lounge chair by their pool. His mind froze. He had been thinking about Hermione while ignoring a woman he had waited for, for years to call his name. "Hermione," he said her name out loud to his empty throne room and frowned, then smiled softly.
"Grumbly!" He called. A few seconds later, a small goblin came scurrying in, tripping and sliding to a stop right at Jareth's feet. Jareth lifted an eyebrow at the giggling goblin. "You will make sure my throne and the room it resides in continues to stay clean," he ordered. "Or it is the bog for you!" His voice echoed throughout the stone room as he faded.
O.o
Hermione grumbled to herself while walking back to her office. Never in her whole life had she forgotten to turn in a paper on time. Never until that day. Thankfully, her boss was just a little concerned for her well-being and excused her slip of mind. Still, that did not stop her from feeling like a failure.
While quietly sulking on her way back to her office she failed to notice the people around her or that certain corridor she always hurried past lest she catch the unwanted attention of Orwen Schoen. Orwen Schoen was a stuttering, pimply little, overly confident pompous wizard who had just graduated Hogwarts and set his bifocaled eyes on Hermione. He was determined to marry her despite her being engaged to Ronald Weasley. When he saw their break up story in the Daily Prophet, he shouted for joy.
As Hermione unwittingly sulked, inches, centimetres before reaching her open office door she frowned and shook off the sudden shiver that ran down her spine. She yelped and turned, wand raised, when she realised that it was a cold body pressing itself against her back. She looked up into the determined blue eyes of Orwen Schoen and berated herself for letting her guard down.
"I just wanted to offer my condolences...Hermione," he said all too happily in her opinion. She suppressed a disgusted snort at the sound of her name coming from him.
"Thank you Mister Schoen," she said dismissively, turning back to make the rest of the very short way back into her office. He stopped her, swinging her back around and placing his arms around her in what was supposed to be in comfort. "Pardon me but I should really be getting back to work," she said tersely, pushing the younger man away before she gave in to her dearest desire to hex him.
"Now that you are free of that horrible relationship I was thinking we coul-"
"Hermione," a smooth baritone voice interrupted the pimply little wizard. Hermione tried not to look too relieved as she turned only to find herself completely against the chest of another man with his lips upon hers, kissing her senseless. The disgusted snort behind her brought her back to her senses, but before she had a chance to push the stranger away he pulled her into her office and slammed the door on a stunned, but mostly livid, Orwen.
"What do you think you are doing!" She hissed at the man's back. He turned and she tried not to gasp when looking up into familiar mismatched eyes. Jareth smirked while walking towards Hermione, who unconsciously backed up and into her desk. He stopped right in front of her, leaning over her, and placing his hands on the desk on either side of her while looking down into those honey brown eyes that, as of late, were replacing the green eyes he constantly thought about.
"I was saddened when you never called me," Jareth pouted. "Then a friend paid me an unexpected visit," he said. "Imagine my surprise when I found out you did not remember anything past your third glass of wine." Hermione blushed when she realised just how close his face was to her, how close his body was against hers. "So I thought it my duty to remind you," he whispered. Hermione's breath caught.
"Remind me of what?" She asked. She felt his smirk as his lips hovered over hers. He suddenly pulled his head back, making her head spin when she finally remembered to breathe and she silently wondered what she was doing...what he was doing.
"I want to apologise," he said quietly. Hermione looked confused.
"For what?" She asked, becoming just a little annoyed at the fact that he knew something about her that she did not.
"We were both a little inebriated-" he stopped and chuckled. "Well, you were completely inebriated and I was a little past tipsy," he corrected himself with a laugh. "How did this happen?" He asked himself aloud. Hermione fought the urge to growl at him.
"How did what happen?" Hermione asked a little more severely than what she meant and lightly blushed. Mismatched eyes gazed down into her own, almost as if they were looking past her and into her. She growled and pushed a hard chest away from herself with no success. Jareth removed his hands from the desk, entrapping her, but used them to wrap around her body, bringing her flush against himself in one swift pull.
"Perhaps a little reminder is in order," he whispered, brushing his lips over her ear and down to lay a soft kiss right behind her ear. Her breath caught in her throat while her head swam with dizziness.
"R-reminder of what?" She whispered, feeling something flat and hard against her back and realising her position on her desk.
"I asked you to dinner," he answered while running a hand up her thigh and under her skirt. "Can you guess the rest?" He smirked. Hermione gasped and then felt his lips on hers again, his teeth nipping her lower lip, and his tongue sliding into her, exploring her mouth. He groaned when she brought her hips up to grind against his and slid his fingers into her folds.
Hermione mewled at the feel of his long fingers sliding into her centre and groaned at the loss when he took them away. He freed himself, thankful for the relief, and placed himself at her entrance. He groaned softly and she mewled at the feel of him slowly sliding himself in.
"Oh dear Merlin!" She gasped.
"Jareth," he groaned upon pulling out and sliding himself back in and feeling his head hitting her womb and quickening his pace when he felt her walls fluttering.
"Jareth!" She yelled and he groaned as she milked him of his seed. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled himself out and she let out a regretful moan at the loss of feeling so full. He adjusted her knickers before pulling her skirt down and helped her off her desk. He pulled her into his lap when he sat and held her, keeping her as close as he could while their hearts calmed.
"I kind of remember a little now," Hermione said quietly after a few minutes, then chuckled. "If you had not been here to interrupt Schoen I would have stuck to my foolish promise and ended up in bed with him," she shivered in fright at the thought.
"You will have dinner with me tonight," Jareth said. Hermione looked up at him with her eyes blazing.
"Is that an order?" She asked. He did not get a chance to answer because of the knock on her office door. Hermione hurriedly straightened her scattered parchments with a flick of her wand and opened the door, only to double back when she realised whom the person standing on the other side was. "What are you doing here Weasley?" She hissed, her hand tightening around her wand.
"I-I just wanted to apologise," Ron said quietly, his face a bright red. "And bring you a cup of your favourite tea," he added just as Jareth stepped up behind Hermione.
"Are you sure it is not poisoned?" He asked, snatching the cup from a red-faced Ronald and sniffing the contents.
"I-I...that was all Lavender!" He shouted and turned redder when he caught the attention of the people passing Hermione's office. "I can't believe you told a stranger!" He hissed quietly, glaring. Hermione turned to Jareth, ignoring the angered ginger.
"I will see you at dinner tonight Jareth," she said, taking the cup of tea from him and letting it drop to the floor and looking too overjoyed at the sound of crashing glass. Jareth smirked.
"Y-You will not!" Ron yelled. Hermione ignored him and slammed her office door in his face.
"I will pick you at six," Jareth said before pecking Hermione's lips and opening the door. "It was not an order," he said softly. "It is simply my way of asking," he said before closing it and turning to face an angry ginger.
"My fiancée will not be going out with you!" He yelled.
"A good thing too," Jareth drawled. "I do not date pregnant woman who have a thing for gingers or stealing another's fiancé with the intent to kill his fiancée. Thankfully my Hermione is nothing of that sort," he said, leaving behind a fuming, sputtering ginger.
O.o
"Lucius," Jareth greeted.
"Must you insist on popping in and out unannounced," Lucius drawled. Jareth smirked.
"Must you insist on bleaching your hair roots," he retorted. Lucius sputtered.
"I do not!" He said curtly.
"Calm down old man," Jareth laughed and Lucius growled.
"If anyone here is the old man-"
"I do have fun yanking your wand," Jareth continued laughing.
"I suggest you use another phrase," Lucius smirked. "Otherwise someone overhearing this conversation would think us lovers," he laughed. "By the way, where is that little witch you kidnapped?" Jareth glared.
"I did not nor do I kidnap children," he answered tersely. "Your dear wife is in the underground looking after her. Frankly, I am surprised you have not missed Narcissa," Jareth smirked. Lucius frowned.
"She told me she was going to visit a friend," he said.
"That is neither here nor there," Jareth said dismissively, waving away the topic. "I am here to discuss your surrogate daughter." Jareth had Lucius's full attention.
"Well go on then!" He ordered after a long period of silence. Jareth lifted an eyebrow.
"I am just wondering if I should be the one to tell you," Jareth said quietly.
"If it is something important that I need to know then tell me," Lucius answered.
"Hermione told me something disturbing when she was at my castle," Jareth said slowly.
"Well go on! Spit it out!" Lucius ordered impatiently, becoming worried and more tense with every second the Fae kept whatever it was he thought he needed to know from him.
"You must first understand that before that time I did not know Hermione personally," Jareth said. "I mistook her words for a person who was still inebriated after a full night of drinking. If I had known the truth of them then, despite being a perfect stranger, I would have continued to constantly look after her...which I will now do," he said quietly, knowing the wizard would not hear the last part of his statement.
"Why do I get the feeling this is something bad?" Lucius asked anxiously. "Your words and my intuition tell me what you are going to say next is either going to knock me from here to tomorrow or upset me greatly."
"Hermione's ex-fiancé paid her a most unwanted visit at her office a few minutes ago," Jareth said conversationally. "He brought a peace offering," he sneered. "A cup of tea laced with Belladonna." His words hung over them in the silence of Lucius's study.
The glass windows behind Lucius suddenly busted along with every single item made up of glass.
"Get a hold of your magic!" Jareth hissed when the curtains hanging over the now broken windows spontaneously burst into flames. Lucius closed his eyes, breathing in and out rhythmically before opening them again and giving Jareth a curt nod.
"Now," Jareth continued. "His words when I took the tea away were, 'That was all Lavender.' I did not detect a hint of untruth of those words but I did find out something interesting," Jareth said slowly, mulling over the recent event in his head. "It was like he was under the Imperius curse, but still intact of his free will." Lucius sunk back into his seat.
"I would say impossible, but our very existence is supposed to be implausible," he said quietly. "That and he is an Auror. He was trained to throw off an Imperius," Lucius commented. "It has to be a potion," he said after a few moments.
"There are no potions like that," Jareth answered.
"None that are known," Lucius said.
Just a long rant...read at your own peril...:
I was going to post this chapter this past Sunday but I actually, accidentally, deleted the files after saving worksheets for my niece in the same folder I keep all the stories I am working on (which includes this story and all its prewritten chapters I spent hours on).
When I deleted those worksheets from my hard drive, I somehow deleted my story files and I panicked, then remembered I saved my story files on one of my flash drives...well that flash drive stopped working and I wanted to stomp on the crappy thing :p (thankfully I did not (*SanDisk flash drives still suck!))
I ended up downloading recovery software and waited Three. Whole. Hours for the program to find my deleted files (grr!) I spent another hour going over, over eight hundred thousand something deleted files...and I still could not find my story files (t_t)
I finally got smart and used a restore point on my laptop to recover the files...when my computer restarted a blasted box pops up and says 'Your documents have not been affected' ! (Sorry for this long rant) I went straight to my document files, and just as my computer said, nothing was recovered like I hoped it would be when I used a restore point to recover my lost files (double :p)
I finally performed a search for the missing files and it found them right where they were supposed to be (but they were not, nor were they hidden)...but they were corrupted (I wanted to pull my hair out by then) so I right clicked on the file and attempted to restore it to a previous version, which did not work on the folder as a whole, but it worked for the sub-folder I have this story saved in...however, I still could not access the files in the sub-folder (I was contemplating laptop file murder)
Finally, about that time, my flash drive (which I thankfully did not stomp on) chose to start working...but I had not updated the files for weeks...(stupid me) but after copying the saved files back onto my hard drive I was, finally, able to restore the main folder to a previous version and therefore lost nothing (*happy tears*)
Needless to say that I stomped on the sucky *SanDisk flash drive, stored my updated files on two other flash drives, and a micro SD card...which I am wholly dedicating myself to keeping updated every other day...
*I do not own SanDisk...neither would I want to because most of their products are crappy...stick to **Kingston or some other trusted brand...