- As a firm believer that every story idea that could ever be come up with, has been come up with, and that those of us who continue to scribble are simply trying to use them in unique situations, with varying levels of success, I cheerfully steal from everyone
- On a totally unrelated note, I've been rewatching Team 4Star's Hellsing Ultimate Abridged. Not sure why I would include such an not related to the topic at all sort of trivia, but there you go.
Hermione Granger sat on the stone steps of the old abandoned church with her father's hunting rifle across her lap and staring at the rifle.
Behind her, inside the closed doors gunshots rang out. She tried to ignore them, while telling herself that this situation had never been her idea, all the while knowing that it had been.
"Hermione!" Harry called out from inside the church, punctuating his call with another gunshot. "You've got to get in here!"
"There's about 50 inferiuses in here!" Ron added. "And when you shoot them with the gums they just sort of explode. It's hilarious."
"Inferi, Ron," Hermione corrected, "a group of Inferius are called Inferi. And the weapon is called a 'gun'."
"Hermione, seriously, you need to get in here," Harry called out again, "Hurry before there aren't any left!"
"All right," she sighed, rising to her feet and pushing the door open. Inside she found Harry and Ron, each holding a weapons similar to her own and gesturing to the shambling horde slowly advancing on them.
Hermione was fully aware that an inferius was nothing more than soulless, mindless, animated flesh, and that destroying them was a blessing. But the idea of killing someone, even someone who was already dead just didn't sit right with her.
"I know this needs to be done," she said shouldering the weapon the way her father had taught her, aiming carefully so that the round would likely pass through the first inferius and eliminate the one behind it as well. "But I don't see why you too are enjoying it so much."
She squeezed the trigger, watching at the heads explode as her round hit. Hermione gasped as a massive orgasm hit her, her eyes widening, "Oh, fucking YES!"
"Told you," Ron laughed as he lined up his next shot.
Hermione chambered and fired the next round, then the next and the next. Somehow the rush never dimmed. Soon she was out of ammunition, ignoring the two boys, she waded into the remaining inferi swinging the rifle like a club. In less than a minute the only things still moving in the old church were a panting Hermione Granger and two terrified boys.
"I told you she was scarey," Ron said.
- Yeah, this isn't ever going anywhere, but the idea of Hermione in the midst of a orgasmic blood rage just tickled me.