Well I'm back. Again. I am truly sorry for all the crap I've put you guys through, but depression has seriously kicked my ass for over a year now. I lost all inspiration for writing, reading, music, and all that fun stuff. Then as soon as I got back in it, I got like wave 2, because my friends decided, hey we're in high school now so let's add in a bunch of drama. This chapter has taken me months to write, and it's so little. I hope you guys enjoy. I do not own Harry Potter nor Labyrinth.

Hermione lay collapsed on the ground, the peach, missing a chunk, is found less than a foot away from her. Also less than a foot away from her is Regulus, holding her hand, looking like a puppy caught chewing a favored pair of slippers "You didn't know, Regulus…" Cedric tried to comfort the younger brother.

"He knew perfectly well not to give her the damned peach," Sirius shouted, storming over to his brother. Cedric put his hand on Sirius' chest to stop his advances.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione," Regulus muttered. He picked up her hand, "Please forgive me," he kissed her knuckles and stood up.

"You're lucky Hermione is a forgiving person. However," Sirius stopped short shooting a glare, "if you hurt her in any way through this, I'll never forgive you." Sirius was clearly angered with his brother's actions. She risked her life to come here and get them out of this hell-hole, and how does Regulus repay her; Gives her a drugged peach.

"It doesn't matter," Regulus said, beginning to get depressed, "she'll never forgive me, anyway." Regulus stood up and began to walk away, Cedric watching sadly as the brother's parted ways again. With one last sad glance at Hermione, Regulus walked off. Cedric went to stop him, but Regulus called back, as if knowing, "And don't try to get me to come back, it's not worth it!" Sirius' jaw set in anger, but if you looked hard enough, you could see how upset he was at himself over losing his brother once again.

Cedric walked over to Hermione and positioned her so she was propped up against a nearby tree. He then sat next to her with a sad smile and watched Sirius pace back and forth. After several minutes of angry pacing Sirius stopped short; looking like a deer in the head lights. "You know something?" Sirius looked at Cedric. "Regulus has done nothing but protect Hermione, from the second I saw him." Cedric nodded, a calculating look on both of their faces. Sirius motioned with his hands as he continued, "So…"

"So, why would he do anything to harm her now?" Cedric finished for Sirius, both smiling and nodding.

Sirius' smile disappeared as abruptly as it formed, and he now frowned. Sirius held his chin and stared into the distance, "I think that Jareth guy has something to do with this." Cedric nodded in agreement. Sirius shook his head and walked over to Hermione, knelt down, and kissed her forehead after brushing aside a loose curl, "You better wake up, kid."

(Hermione's P.O.V.)

This is most likely the strangest thing I've ever experienced. I couldn't describe it if I tried. It doesn't feel particularly happy, nor depressed, just…content. Like I could stay like this forever.

Is that music…? It sounds like a music box… As strange as it sounds, I can see Jareth sitting in one of the windows of his castle, beyond the Goblin City. He's twirling those damned crystals between his fingers. It looks as if they're floating. I could now feel myself fighting to stay awake. I closed my eyes to blink, and after what felt like a second, I opened them to find myself in a completely new place.

For a brief second I thought I was back in the night of the Yule Ball, but as I looked deeper it was different. Far more mature. I looked down to note my jeweled and beaded fluffy white gown, much how I pictured Cinderella's when I was younger. Elegant, like the mask that appeared on my face, cool against my skin, unlike the layers of fabric that made up my dress. The dress and mask were intricate, as was the style my hair was done in. Others surrounding me, all adults and most beautiful, were dressed similarly. The others in the room were either completely lost in their dance partner, or some similar to myself, were just lost in the room. For the first time in years, I felt relaxed. There was laughter, and dancing, and drifting music surrounding me, all making me want to stay as long as possible.

Suddenly I felt a hand take mine and another take my waist, I looked up to different colored eyes. The hair framing the face made me aware that I was with Jareth, the king of goblins. His eyes were truly striking, one a bright blue and the other a pale green. I'd never been close enough to notice the difference, and as we dance, I was glad to have the chance. "Hermione," his voice was a caress, gentle, yet loud enough to be noticed. It was a welcome change from the typical tone of impatience and annoyance. "Are you enjoying our ball?"

"Yes," I replied with a soft kindness, "It's like something from a dream." A very wonderful dream, I added silently. It was missing something, though….or someone

"I am glad to hear," Jareth stated pleasantly. "If you were to stay here with me you could be equally happy for the rest of time," Jareth's eyes sparkled as he offered me this. A smile even graced his face, revealing teeth as white as his hair, which stood out wonderfully against his deep blue robes. "I'll give you some time to consider. I have to go check on the kingdom real quick."

As Jareth walked off, the song ended and another man appeared in front of me. A stark contrast from the bright and glittering dress surrounding us, the man wore dark robes with deep reds that came forth as the silky fabric moved with our steps. Standing against the blackness was a gold locket, slightly larger than a coin, beautifully crafted with emeralds and diamonds embedded. A simple mask of a similar design covered majority of his slim yet strong face, his brown eyes peering down at me as he held a bare hand out to offer a dance. I slipped my hand into his as we began swaying to enchanting music.

As he pulled me closer, the man lowered his head to speak and I felt the dark waves of his hair brush my face. "Mya," the voice, which I discovered to be Regulus', whispered frantically, "You have to wake up, love. I'm so sorry for this, I'm so sorry. Wake up, we need you… I need you…" I'd rather be with Regulus for a minute than a lifetime with Jareth.