A/N For everyone who keeps on asking why Hermione has to be in hell: Well guess what, if she didn't go to hell there would be no story. So stop asking. She's in Hell get over it.

Literally in Hell With: Draco Malfoy is back in the making. :) All of my other stories are on hold until further notice.

Rating once again went up, this is what you would call a violent chapter. Well what do you expect? They are in hell.

Literally in Hell With: Draco Malfoy

Chapter 3

I've Seen the Light!

Everyone has heard of hell. The descriptions of the fire and brimstone, the sounds of misery, and of course the suffering. That pretty much did not describe what they saw. Where they were was almost desolate. They were in some kind of field. The grass was brown and the sky had a nice red glow to it. All of the trees and flowers were wilted. There was also a nasty scent in the air that smelt like rotting corpuses. Hermione walked up to the sign and leaned against it.

"Hello," said a voice from behind her. Hermione was startled and jumped forward. She quickly turned around to see an abnormally small thing. She was not sure what it was. It did not look like one of the demons but it did remind her of a…

"Leprechaun!" Draco shouted. "You're a bloody leprechaun!"

The small man nodded his head. "A dead leprechaun," he added. "You may call me Mr. Smith. I will be your very own personal tormentor."

"You?" Draco asked with disbelief. "How are you supposed to torment us?"

The leprechaun grinned. "Well it is not me who does the tormenting. I am just the one who makes sure you are in complete misery."

"Uh Mr. Smith," Hermione said. "How exactly are you supposed to keep us here?"

"Well my darling where are you supposed to run to? Everywhere you go here is hell." Mr. Smith said. His grin was getting wider. It was obviously that he enjoyed seeing people's misery.

"Are you going to tell us about the place?" Hermione added.

Draco glared at her. "I think we know all there is to know about Hell."

"Ah, but there is much you do not know. I shall tell you, but first we should start our journey."

"And where might that be?" Draco asked.

"To the train station of course. It is far away but believe me you have time." The leprechaun started to walk in the opposite direction of where they entered. Hermione looked behind her to see if the door was still there, but it was not. There was only more of the dead field that seemed to never end.

Hermione turned back around to see that Draco and Mr. Smith where already a couple of feet ahead of her. She had to run to catch up.

"Granger, you missed our punishment." Draco said when Hermione finally caught up. "We are going to be stuck together forever."

Hermione stopped walking. "What?"

"Look down at your arm." Mr. Smith said.

Hermione looked down and saw a handcuff around her arm. She gulped. Her eyes started to follow where it lead. Her fear came true. The other cuff was around Draco's arm. "There has to be some other way."

"No, there is not. You should feel very special about this punishment. Most people have to suffer in Hell alone. See everyone gets their very own punishment. The thing in the world that both of you hate more than anything are is other. Oh and also you will not be able to do magic down here. I bet you can't wait to see where you are staying."

Hermione rolled her eyes and Draco let out an angry mutter. They walked in silence for what seemed like hours. The field went on and one. Once and a while they would see a wilting tree or a dying bird. The most exciting thing they saw the whole time was a halfway dead man (they weren't sure if it was possible to be dying in hell) crawling threw the dry field. With in seconds two large devils popped out of nowhere and started to drag him back where he had tried to escape from. The man let out a loud cry of disappointment before the devils disappeared with him.

"How long has it been?" Draco asked.

"My boy there is not time in Hell." The leprechaun answered.

Hermione's eyes opened wide when she saw an outline of what appeared to be a rather big city. As they got closer and closer Hermione could make out the different sky scrappers. They were almost there. Hermione's hopes of rest quickly deteriorated. No matter how far they walked they never got closer to the city. It was right there. It should have taken them only a few more steps. It seemed as if every step they took the city moved back.

"This isn't funny." Draco said. "Is this some kind of illusion? How come we can't get into the city?"

The leprechaun was floating in the air. He seemed quite relaxed which made Draco want to grab him and break his tiny neck. "You should enjoy this while you can. It only gets worse from here."

Smith was right. When they finally reached the city both of them would have gladly gone back. The city was so congested that people were actually climbing on top of each other to get to their destination. It took Hermione and Draco the longest time just to get down one block. They had to push and shove threw the people.

Draco was getting sick of this. He took the lead of the other people and put his hands on the guy in front of him shoulders. Draco was sure if he could the guy would turn around and punch him, but there was no room to turn. With all of his strength Draco pushed down on the shoulders and lifted himself on top of the man. Draco felt a tug on his left arm and quickly felt himself being pulled back to the ground. He had forgotten about Hermione.

"Granger." Draco snapped. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Hermione nodded.

"Then you have to listen to me. We are going to climb on the people. Watch me." Draco resumed his pervious position and waited for Hermione to do the same.

"That's absurd!" Hermione shrieked. "We can't do that!"

"Granger, we are in hell." Draco snapped. "Everything is absurd."

Hermione sighed but decided Draco was right. She copied him and put her hands on the closest person's shoulders. "On the count of three we are going to push up. One two three!"

With their remaining strength together they pushed up and found themselves on top of the crowd. Once they were fully up there other damned people took spot. Draco looked around the sea of people. This was amazing. He was crawling on top of people, and there was nothing they could do about it!

"Are you ready?" Draco asked Hermione.

Hermione looked sick. She couldn't stand to see people like this and she was sure they were hurting them. For god sake they were sitting on their heads! Hermione looked back at Draco. "Let's go."

The two started to crawl forward. Crawling on a sea of people's heads wasn't as hard as you would think. Most of the time the people weren't even moving, they couldn't move. It reminded Hermione of crossing a stream. The city was the stream and the people's heads where the rocks you would step on. Only crossing a stream was much more enjoyable because you wouldn't hear the sound of people's neck snapping as you stepped on them.

"Look there's the leprechaun!" Draco shouted over the noise of the people. Hermione saw the green leprechaun sitting on a windowsill on one of the buildings. The two of them quickened up their speed. As they got closer to the end of the city the body of people started to become less and less. Suddenly walking on the people became extremely hard.

They started to wobble every so often. Hermione eventually lost her balance and fell over taking Draco down with her. Hermione had landed on the concrete, straight on her back. Soon to be crushed by Draco falling down onto her. "Good job," Draco snapped as he pulled himself up off of her.

Hermione pushed herself off of the ground without saying anything. It felt as if she had just broken her back. The two of them walked forward to meet up with Smith. Smith jumped of the ledge and walked towards them. "Well that went pretty quickly. In fact most of my clients don't even manage to get out alive."

"Alive?" Hermione asked. "Aren't we dead?"

"Yes, you are dead to earth, but you are alive here." Smith answered. "If you die here you just have to start all over again. It's not always a bad thing though. You do get re-judged and if you redeemed yourself then you might go to heaven. But that's just rare cases."

"You can redeem yourself?" Hermione asked. "So there is a chance of getting out of here?"

"A very slim one. It is hard not to be bad when you're in hell. There's always the self-sacrifice bullshit you can pull to get out of here. I lost a client to that once, bastard." Smith started to lead Draco and Hermione down what would look crowded to people on Earth, but to people on hell it was almost desolate.

"How come you keep on calling us clients?" Draco asked. "We're not paying you or anything."

"You know how on Earth there are people to make your stay pleasurable? Well on Hell it's my job to make your stay miserable. I actually like Hell more then Earth. I find it more peaceful, no one's trying to capture me for their three wishes."

They had reached the train station rather quickly. For once they didn't have to wait to board the train. Smith told them they were lucky, it usually takes about ten earth years for a new one to come. When Hermione asked how long it would take them to get there Smith just answered after five people die.

He wasn't lying when he said that. The train ride was so boring and long that it was driving everyone insane. The atmosphere didn't help either. The train was stuffy and had a fowl smell to it. There were no bathrooms so when you had to go, you had to go. A few people where crying and one man were banging his head against the window, he was the first to go. At one point he pulled his head all the way back and smashed it so hard into the window his head went right threw it. Hermione quickly ducked dragging Draco down with.

Glass flew everywhere and narrowly missed Draco quite a few times. The two of them lifted there heads back up to see the damages. Two people where dead. One was the guy who had broken the window, probably by head trauma, and the other was a woman who had gotten hit in the jugular with a piece of glass.

"Well you two are just on a lucky streak today, two in one shot. Now you only have three more to go." Smith grinned. He was sitting on the top of Draco's seat.

"You are sick." Draco snapped.

Hermione focused her attention on the world passing outside. It was mainly just plain fields. There were random holes in the ground and Hermione could have sworn she saw a head pop out of one of them. There was one other thing that caught the attention of Hermione. When she saw it she felt something she had not felt since she had gotten there, bliss.

It was a large piece of land hovering in the sky. It had grass giving the circular land a green trim. The rest of it was white. There was a giant white castle that looked like it was in the middle of it. Lushes white clouds hovered the floating island. There was a white Iron Gate that went around the outside of the land making sure no intruders went in it. It was heavenly.

Just as quickly as the feeling came it was gone. The train speed right by the magical land. "What was that?" Hermione asked anyone who was willing to answer.

Of course it was Smith who gave the answer. "That, my dear, was heaven."

"Heaven? Heaven? But it's in hell!"

Smith laughed. "Well of course it is! Where else would you put it? We can't have heaven floating around on earth now can we?"

"But it's so small!"

"Only an illusion my dear."

"So how do we get to it?" Draco asked.

"You don't. It is heavily guarded."

The train ride ended quickly after the conversation. Hermione assumed three more people had died in other compartments. They shuffled out of the train only to find themselves being lead to a raft. It was a small unsteady raft. It was a small unsteady raft in a river of blood and shit, literally. The leprechaun had gladly told them that.

Hermione and Draco climbed onto the raft and made there way to the middle. A whole crowd of people tried to get on the only raft. Only a quarter of them made it. The rest were swimming. It wouldn't have been too bad if the river wasn't filled with rapids. Even if you were on the raft you still got soaked, you just didn't die.

The trip came to an abrupt end when the river stopped flowing. The river just came to an end. It did not go into a bigger body of water it just stopped. Hermione and Draco climbed off of the raft. The remaining group of people started to make their way up a small hill that was covered in dead grass.

Draco pushed his arm out to stop Hermione from walking. "What the hell?" Hermione asked. Draco pointed his remaining hand at a large sign saying: Welcome to Hell. You'll have a hell of a time.

A/N Muwhahaha I really like to make them suffer in this story :). Please Review!!