wow would u ever write a demon dratomione cuz if you do i might just pass out
see why would you do this to me anon - I SPECIFICALLY SAID DON’T LET ME WRITE IT AND NOW HERE WE ARE and you deserve to pass out ok goodnight
Hermione couldn’t help but stare, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline, at the three other unfortunate souls she was stuck with. They were blubbering and sweating and praying that they would be saved. That they would be rescued from the waiting room of purgatory and granted salvation.
“I don’t deserve this!” One of them protested. From the sin tag that had appeared on his shirt as soon as he’d aterialized in the waiting room alongside Hermione, she could tell that he very much did deserve it. Rapist that he was.
Then there was the murderer. He didn’t look scared at all, his face a mask of impassiveness. But Hermione could tell in the way that he flinched everytime another of them moved, that he was actually terrified of his eternal punishment.
Hermione hadn’t been too impressed when she’d seen the words gluttonous thief on another’s sin tag. But then she’d heard his story and well -
He definitely deserved his spot in hell. He seemed to know it too, even as he paced the floor and prayed for his remaingn family. That they wouldn’t become like him. That they would find salvation.
Hermione hadn’t spared one thought for the mortals she’d left behind.
She didn’t think they’d spare her much thought either.
Not now that they knew the truth about her.
Hermione looked up when she saw another soul enter the waiting room and smirked when she saw that the new persons, a woman, sin tag matched her own.
She dipped her head in greeting and watched with wry amusement as the three male occupants of the room pressed themselves against the wall as the new occupant made her way towards Hermione.
“Daphne,” she greeted, offering Hermione her hand. Hermione took it and stood.
“Hermione.” She jerked her head in the direction of Daphne’s sin tag. “Nice to see I’m not alone in my devious ways.”
Daphne smirked and curled her arm through Hermione’s proffered one as the room around them began to shift and warp and change until it was no longer a dull white waiting room and there were no more walls - no more places to hide.
Instead they stood on a barren rock. Lava and fire and scorching heat surrounded them and Hermione, for the first time since her death, swallowed nervously as she looked around, her hand clasping Daphne’s now equally sweaty one. She took a breath and almost squealed with delight when her eyes caught sight of the massive black gates only one hundred yards away.
There, bantering and laughing stood four demons, men. Two of them she recognised and she felt her heart and stomach flutter as she remembered the last time she’d seen them. When she’d been spread between them, ouring her heart and soul into them as they’d made her their own and helped her earn the sin that had sent her right back to them.
She hadn’t realised Daphne had slipped from her grasp until she was throwing her arms around one of the men she didn’t recognise. He lifted her from the ground and slammed her into the pillar behind him, immediately duckinghis head down and tearing her dress with his teeth so that he could suck one rosy nipple into his mouth.
Hermione bit her lip and flicked her gaze back to her own men, both of whom were watching her with equally amused expressions. She began to move towards them and had only stepped two feet when one of her companions, the rapist, snagged her by the wrist. “Are you out of your mind?” He hissed.
Draco was pinning him to the ground in an instant whilst Tom’s dark tendrils of magic wrapped around the rmeaining two sinners and held them in place so Hermione could resume her walk towards the gates unhindered.
“Hello Pincess,” he smirked when she finally stood before him. He pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth with his thumb and pressed his lips against hers. “I’ve - we’ve missed you,” he murmured.
“So very much,” Draco murmured against the column of her throat as he came up behind her. Hermione shivered between them.
“I’ll just deal with these three then shall I?” The fourth man, Blaise, Hermione would later come to learn, interrupted, sighing dramatically as he swept past his friends and advanced upon the new souls.
“let’s get you inside,” Tom groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her into him. “We’re not as uncouth as to have you again out here in public.”
“I heard that,” Daphne’s companion shouted from between her legs.
“Ignore Harry love,” Draco murmured, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her through the gates of Hell. “Welcome home.”
