Note: AAAAAA!!! Anyone else hate your Spanish teacher?? I absolutely hate her!!!!! Anywho... New chappie. Hope y'all like it! Sorry I didn't write sooner, Spanish, Math, and other mean, mean teachers kept me away.

This chappy wasn't as long as it looks, a lot of chants and language translations!!!!

Chapter 2: Parlate Italiano?

By the end of the day every Gryffindor had sent glares Hermione's way. And after Ron came back from the Infirmary, he was holding a bag of ice over his...(ahem) injuries.

"Hello, Harry, Ginny, Neville." Ron said as he sat down. "I've got a little plan to let you in on. I've gotten every Gryffindor to sign..."

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Hermione was leaning on an old willow tree, its branches covering her from the world's view. She began to hum a strange tune. Then she broke out in singing the song, although she'd never heard of it. She never paused or fumbled over the words, it was like it was pre-programmed into her memory.

" *Tomorrow I'll leave you,

Today is so simple to say you know I do-o-o-o.

Why-y? Oh why did you go and say that?

Every word was mistaken and dirty like a rat!

Have you seen me, walking a-lone, in-be-twee-nn the branches of this willow tree?

Have you looked at me when I was full of complete mis-er-y?

Well, now my time has come to stay,

I won't be taken for granted or be molded like clay.

Just be-cause I can't under-sta-a-nd why you were,

You took me for granted and you will deter.

Why-y? Oh Haven't you seen me walking alone in the branches of this old willow tree?

No, no, you haven't and therefore know nothing about me.*"

Hermione finished. She stood there opened mouthed for ten minutes. Then snapped it shut and continued humming the same gloomy, horrid tune. She was walking by the packed Great Hall and kept going, obviously not noticing she'd missed yet another day of classes and three meals.

Suddenly she stopped at some stairs leading downward. She felt this terrifying feeling, as if she was supposed to be somewhere. Unable to control herself, she was hurled down the stairs, running against her own will.

" * When will you surpass this destiny?

Will it be where you're going or will you end up in travesty?

I will chant and rant and cry,

Will you be so daft and not know why?

Gloom, and darkness,

Doom and bittersweet tartness.

Do you not know when you will meet this fate?

Or have you and I been possessed to late?

Where can one cradle and infant,

But also inject someone with hurt and descend?

You will be found there,

And they will be horrified and suddenly will care!!!*"

Hermione's voice had changed and she was jumping stairs like a madwomen. Her own voice sounded dreary, like the Weird Sisters on a Macbeth video. (AN: We saw that in class, those Scottish witches were sppoookkyy!)

"DEATH, I shout in the name of DEATH!!!!!!" Hermione's voice chanted. That horrible feeling was surging full powered. "WILL SOMEONE STOP YOU FROM DESCENDING INTO HELL OR WILL IT BE DEATH!!!!?" The voice from inside her screeched.

Hermione had tears streaming down her face and her calves were cramping big time. She couldn't stop running, even if she tried to let her body go limp. *There's a demon possessing me, oh Merlin!* Hermione thought.

"I WANT TO KNOW IF DEATH SHALL COME OR WILL THE REIGN OF LIGHT STAY FOR GOOD IN THE HEARTS OF ALL THAT IS EVIL AND BAD!!!!!!!!??????" The voice screeched.

Hermione knew that it ^would^ be death for her and that the reign of light ^wouldn't^ stay for good, everyone was eating and chatting merrily in the Great Hall. Hermione also knew that she ^already^ descended into Hell, and it ^would^ be death for Hermione Asline Granger.

Thoughts ran through her head about everything. From her darkened hair to how she still was wearing a belly shirt to show off her little anger management problems. She was wearing "booty shorts" and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, giving people certain ^impressions^. She had screwed up big time in her life, but that still hadn't taken away the good things, right? All those times saving Harry's ass, for nothing? NO! All that studying to become Head Girl, it wouldn't go not remembered!

The voice was now ranting in Italian, the only language Hermione decided not to study. She did catch tid-bits, like: Hell, Death, THE END, and something about reign in doom??!

"il uno o il altro reign i sette hells o mantenere il laterale chiaro protetto. Veda il nostro mondo o rimanga in una bolla di innocence. Le alimentazioni di buon ottiene la morte. L'ESTREMITÀ!! Il wilst di thou di morte ottenga e dalla morte il thou regnerà nella sorte avversa. Scelga la luce e scelga l'oscurità, noi vedrà se siete quello. QUELLO!!"

(AN: I did not by myself! In fact I know no Italian. SO I looked it up on a translator and pasted it! : D and all of you other guys out their who don't know Italian, read this:

"You will either reign the seven hells or keep the light side protected. See our world or stay in a bubble of innocence. By the powers of good comes death. THE END!! By death thou wilst come and by death thou shall reign in doom. Choose light and choose dark, we will see if you are the one. THE ONE!!")

Hermione was speaking in fluent Italian, yet not understanding a word. The possessive demon yelled out, (in English), "WE SHALL SEE!!!!!!!!!!!"

And Hermione tripped and fell down fifty flights of stairs. Hermione was bruised and she now felt blood dripping down her nose and her lip split. She wanted to scream and shout for help, but the demon was muttering,

"Nous verrons! NOUS verrons maintenant! Le temps est venu pour que le thee voie et nous verrons en effet!!!! Maintenant, si ma synchronisation est exacte, nous verrons en n'importe quelle seconde!! L'obscurité ou la lumière.......Ahh, mais le non! Nous devons voir si elle aussi des choses le même destin. Oui, maître, je vois pendant que nous parlons. Non, elle ne sera pas battue à une pulpe, pourtant au moins. Ah, nous verrons en n'importe quelle seconde." Hermione knew what she was saying, it was French.

(AN: yes, translator too. Oh, yeah, here you English go:

"We shall see! WE shall see now! The time has come for thee to see and we will indeed see!!!! Now, if my timing is right, we will see in any second!! The dark or light.......Ahh, but no! We must see if she also chooses the same fate.

Yes, master, I am seeing as we speak.

No, she shan't be beaten to a pulp, yet at least. Oh, we shall see in any second.")

*But who is she talking to?* Hermione thought as her ankle was twisted. *And if that demon thinks this isn't a bloody pulp, than what does it think is??*

Suddenly her body felt a little weight lift. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!HHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHHH!!!" Well, her voice was working now. (AN: LOL!! Heeheeehee!! I know, a little bit much, but it makes you understand her pain!)

"What in the bloody hell!" She heard a voice shout. "Oh, noooo."

Hermione craned her neck a little, not so much that she could break it, but enough to see ahead of her. Hermione was shocked. She hadn't been in the dungeons this underground before. Professor McGonagall had told them about Slytherin territory not being safe to those who didn't know the tricks. But, this was horrifying!! At the foot of the stairs was...was...well, it was HELL! There was a huge pit with fire erupting from it.

"Oh, crap! How am I gonna get out her of this one?" Draco Malfoy said as he watched the girl fall down. Then he looked and saw that it wasn't a Slytherin that had fallen stupidly, it was ^Hermione^!

"Oh, crapcrapcrapcrap!!!!!" He yelled. Then he realized where she was headed, the little passageway to Hell. "OH HOLY CRAP!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! DRA---AAAAAAAAAAAA--- CCCOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! IIIIIII DDDDDOOOOOOONNNNN'TTTTTTT WWWWWWAAAAAAANNNNNNNAAAAAAAA DDDDDDIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE A VVIIIIRRRRRGGGGGINNNNN!!!!!" Hermione seemed to forget her priorities.

"Hermione hold up," Draco yelled, "Jesus Christ Almighty, you're a witch, aren't you?" Draco said, obviously not noticing it wasn't a time for jokes.

"DDDDDDRAAAAAAAACCCCCOOOO!" Hermione yelled, only two stairways from Hell. (AN: that sounds funny, dunnit? Stairway to Heaven? Stairway to Hell? Heehee, not so funny???)

"Pared Suavidad," Draco said as Hermione's screams got louder. A puff of pink, cotton-candy-like smoke shout out of his wand. Suddenly a wall of pink closed the end of the stairway. He was on the right of the stairway, so he leant over to feel his work. $Purr-fect$ He thought as he touched it, it was like a soft, pink pillow.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!" ^Thump^. "Huh? Eeuulllg."

"Hermione?" Draco said. "Hermione?"

No reply.

"Oh, maaan!" He reversed the spell and saw a lifeless Hermione sprawled across the last stair. "Oh, no! I-no! This is so soft it couldn't even knock out a baby!" Draco spoke, upset. "Huh?" Draco bent over Hermione.

"Ha scelto l'oscurità dell'eccedenza della luce, il mio signore. Forse dovremmo effettuare una prova più facile, io lo temiamo ci preoccupiamo a molto. Forse dovremmo vedere se scelgono insieme una vita come oscurità. Esaminando le memorie, heehee, compare lei ha avuta a.lot....... dei sogni circa lui. L'OH, recentemente è stata evitata da leggerezza. Attualmente sceglierebbe la nerezza in un battito cardiaco, padrone."

(AN: ENGLISH PLEASE!!!! That was Italian, so here:

"He has chosen light over dark, my Lord. Perhaps we should have done an easier test, I fear he cares to much. Maybe we should see if they choose a life together as Dark.

Looking into memories, heehee, it appears she has had a lot of....... dreams about him. Oh, recently she has been shunned from lightness. At this time she would choose darkness in a heartbeat, master.")

Draco understood every word of Italian that the demon spoke. $Soooo, she has dreams...$ Draco's first thought was.

"Wait a second! Infirmary, now!" He scolded himself. And with that he carried the muttering Hermione away.

~~~~~~ Not too long, translations for those who aren't trilingual. Or quadrelingual, the spell was Spanish. R&R!!!!!!!!!