A/N So I deiced to post this chapter early since the last one was delayed by two days also tomorrow is really busy for me so I probably wouldn't have found the time to post!

Anyway I made two new stories.

1.) An Allergy to Sliver which is a HPDM fic about Draco and Harry spending a night together (no sex) and the feelings that develop. The only problem is they are both in the middle of the war fighting on different sides. (better then it sounds)

2.) Blood Lust- DMHG, Draco is turned into a vampire and has a craving for Hermione's blood. If you like Literally In Hell With: Draco Malfoy you should like this story since it is also a horror and is going to have the same type of humor in it.

Please check out my new stories!

Literally In Hell With: Draco Malfoy

Chapter 8

Jail

Hermione's eyes flickered. Her head was pounding and she was having trouble remembering why. Her eyes opened. She could still see the red sky except there was a green thing blocking her view. It was fluttering over her. "She's awake!" it yelled. It turned back to Hermione. "Remember me?" it asked. "I'm Mr. Smith!" With those words Hermione became dizzy and blacked out again.

Draco sighed. It had only taken him a few minutes to recover but Hermione had to be her overdramatic self and take over an hour. "Can't we just drag her?" Draco asked.

Mr. Smith shook his head. "She has to be awake for everything to really take effect."

"Are you taking us back to the hotel?"

Mr. Smith chuckled. "Of course not, you're going to jail!"

"Jail? There's jail in hell?" Draco asked with disbelief.

"Haven't you realized by now that we have everything here?" Mr. Smith glanced at Hermione again. "She's coming back to life!" he cheered. Hermione's eyes opened again. This time she had enough energy to sit up.

"About time," Draco muttered.

Hermione rubbed her forehead and looked around. "What happened?"

"A tower fell on us," Draco quickly explained. "Now get up before I go crazy from impatience."

Hermione lifted herself up and Draco got up with her. Both of them looked down at the chain. "Have you noticed this thing is constantly getting bigger?" Hermione asked.

Draco nodded his head. "Weird."

"Okay you two," Mr. Smith said. "Since I have more important things to do then baby sit two runaways this nice fellow will be assisting you." He pointed towards the skinny demon that had winked at Hermione before the game started.

He took the chain that held the two of them together and started to pull. They quickly followed him. The journey to the jail wasn't bad. They left the Quidditch pitch and walked about a mile south, which was good for their journey. They came to a very small brick house. It was old and torn up. The windows where broken and the door was off its hinge.

"Is this it?" Draco starred at the low security building. The demon nodded and continued to walk towards it. "Well it doesn't seem very extreme. It looks easy to escape."

"Most people don't want to escape it," the demon said.

Hermione looked up at him. "Excuse me?"

The demon blushed and instead of his cheeks going pink they went blue. "It's the place everyone wants to be when you're in hell."

"But it's jail!" Hermione protested. Draco nudged her to shut up. There were entering the building and she would soon find out what was so great about it.

The door they walked through led them into a filthy room. The floor was covered with dirt and the ceiling was leaking mud. Then they came to another door. This door was locked and the demon had to take out a skull key to unlock it. The door opened and they were brought into another room.

This time the room was clean. There where jail cells but each cell had its own bed. The windows weren't broken as they appeared from the outside. There was a mini refrigerator in the corner of the room. Then the best thing happened. The demon spoke again. "There are no surprises."

"Like you mean no spikes coming out of the beds?"

The demon shook his head. "None and the food is real too. I think your food is repulsing but all the other mortals seem to like it."

Draco's eyes opened up. "Real food?"

The demon nodded his head. Hermione had a faint suspicion he wasn't very fond of Draco. He led them to the last cell where there where two beds. He slid open the ceil doors and led them in. Once they where in he closed the doors. "Some one will be here to talk to you shortly." With one last quick glance at Hermione the demon left the jail.

Hermione and Draco both starred at the beds. "Do you really think?" she asked.

"I think they're lying," Draco walked over to the bed and examined it. "I think it would be safer to check the food."

Hermione agreed and they both walked the few feet to the mini refrigerator. They opened it and inside were two meals especially prepared for them. Draco was delighted to finally see steak again and Hermione grinned as she saw her favorite whole grain pancakes.

"Gross," Draco said looking at Hermione's plate.

"Well yours is a dead animal."

Draco laughed and looked at his plate. "Maybe I can meet up with it afterwards!"

Hermione glared at him but quickly turned her attention back to the food. They both took a seat on the opposite beds and starred at the food. "On the count of three?" Hermione asked.

Draco nodded his head. "One, two, three!" Both of them dug into the plates and quickly shoved the first piece of food into their mouths.

"It's real!" Hermione squealed with delighted as the warm pancakes slid down her throat. "And they're warm!"

Draco grinned. "Mine too. It only makes sense because it's always hot down here."

Halfway through the meal they heard the door to the room open again. They both put down their plates and looked to see who was coming. "Ron!" Hermione shouted at the red-headed boy.

Ron didn't have a clear look at them since the jail was so long. He walked over to where they were being kept. "Hermione?" he said with doubt. He looked closer at the girl behind the bars. "Hermione!" he shouted.

"Oh Ron!" Hermione said. "I never thought I would see you again!"

"Hold on," Ron said. He quickly opened the cell gate next to them and closed the door behind him. "Sorry it's the rules."

"Rules?" Hermione asked.

Ron nodded his head. "This place is for Quidditch players. If you haven't noticed we are the only ones in it. The players who fail get fed to the Snitch, which is pretty much, the worst possible thing that can happen." Ron sighed as he saw Hermione's and Draco's blank expressions. "I mean once you get fed to the snitch you become nothing. Creepy right?"

Hermione and Draco both exchanged glances of disbelief then turned back to Ron. "Go on." Draco urged.

"Well the deal is Quidditch players get to live the best life in Hell." Ron lifted up his arms to show he meant the jail. "It's not to great since the only time you're aloud to leave the jail is when you're playing a game but it is the least painful place for you to be at the time being."

This was typical. On Earth sports players were idolized for doing barley anything and even in Hell they still follow that tradition.

"So why are we here?" Hermione asked. She didn't like where this was leading.

"You volunteered yourself to be a Quidditch player by doing that spectacular performance. The demon's loved it and you should have heard the crowd cheer when the building fell on you. No one has ever defeated the Snitch before. The officials where talking to me after the match. They said that they wanted to bring us to impress the big shots in Hell."

Hermione frowned. "I'm not very good."

"With Malfoy you are," Ron gave a disapproving look towards where Draco stood. "They think it's the best thing. The ex war hero and the two teens chained together."

"War hero?" Draco asked with disbelief. "How were you a war hero?"

Ron grinned. "It's a long story."

"Oh Ron we have all the time in the world!" Hermione protested.

It was Draco's turn to frown. He didn't like the way Hermione acted around Ron.

"Well," Ron started, "Your death was a pretty big deal. The funeral was fantastic by the way. You weren't buried though. You know because your body was pretty much in about a hundred different pieces. They cremated you instead."

"What about me?" Draco snapped. He didn't like being ignored.

"Same thing. You two actually had a double funeral, it was very strange considering your parents agreed on it," he looked at Draco, "but it seemed like some sort of tradition of dying together, buried together."

"Do you think that's why we're chained together?" Hermione looked at Draco.

"I really never liked my parents." Was all Draco said.

Ron continued with the story. "Well as I said your death was a big thing on all of us. Harry was actually thinking about quitting school, but I told him he was needed here, which he was. He and Dumbledore started this quest for horcruxes. They were souls of Voldemort, I'm sure you knew that already. Well the war of course went into full effect during our seventh year, we didn't return to school. Harry spent half the year with Dumbledore while I spent half the year in training."

"Training?" Draco questioned.

"Air fighting," Ron simply said. "It was a new tactic that we thought up of. We were trained to fight from the air so of course we had to be excellent on brooms. All of us were equipped with the very best, which was pretty awesome. It worked well especially since the Death Eaters weren't prepared for the attack."

"So that's why you're so good at flying!" Hermione said.

Ron nodded his head. "Would you like to know how I died?"

"You fell off the broom?" Draco snickered.

Ron ignored him. "I was out on one of my many air battles. Well by this time Death Eaters where trained in the art of air warfare. So it was a battle to the death. I was well known for my air fighting skills. I was awarded a medal just recently for killing the most Death Eaters. All of them knew this and they ganged up on me. I took a couple down but they where too much. I just dodged a curse when I was suddenly hit by another one! It knocked me off my broom and sent me to my death."

"So you did fall off your broom!" Draco cheered.

Once again Ron ignored him. "The thing was that I feel that everything I did was pointless. I mean if everyone's just going to end up here what's the point? Earth is such a short time compared to this."

"How old where you when you died?" Hermione questioned.

"Twenty one." Ron sighed. "That was supposed to be the prime of my life too."

"Wow four years passed already."

Ron laughed. "I'm sure it has been more then that! I've been down here for a while. It took me time to get to where I am now. So what brought you to this place of Hell?"

"Well that's an even longer story." Hermione looked at Draco. He seemed like he didn't want any part of their story telling so she continued. "We where actually sent to the city to live." Hermione told Ron the adventures they went through and even about the judgment when Ron asked. Draco was grateful that she left out the fact that he committed suicide.

Ron found Hermione's judgment funny. "You barely did anything! When I went there they told me I killed one hundred and twenty people! I deserve to be in Hell." He finished blankly. His mood suddenly changed. "You don't Hermione. I'm glad you're trying to get out of here."

"So I'm guessing if I asked you to join us you would say no?"

"I would."

"You were married?" Draco suddenly said. He was looking down at the golden band on Ron's finger.

Ron nodded his head. "For two full years. It was a quick decision and I don't think it would have lasted after the war ended."

"Tell us who you married." Draco finally found something they were talking about interesting.

Ron blushed at the very though. "It was a bad idea. Like I said before it was a quick decision."

"Just tell us!" Draco snapped.

"Cho Chang," Ron blurted out.

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand. "Wasn't that the girl Harry used to like?"

Ron nodded his head. "He wasn't too happy about our marriage especially since it was behind his back. He thought I betrayed him or something. I didn't think he would get so upset about it, they haven't talked since the fourth year. Once again I was wrong. As part of my punishment here they told me that Cho only used me to get back with Harry and the baby she was carrying wasn't mine but his."

Draco started laughing hysterically. "That is the best thing I've ever heard!"

Hermione nudged him in the ribs but of course he didn't stop. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Ron shrugged. "I wasn't very fond of her. It was a stupid thing to do. You know you have the pressure of the war going on and everyone starts to rush things. I mean even when you died I still never lost my feelings towards you."

The room went slight, even Draco stopped laughing. His face went pale, even for someone who was dead. Hermione was right about to respond when Draco interrupted her. "It's too late now." Draco said darkly.

"Is it?" Ron said.

"Yes because if you haven't noticed I'm the one chained to her."

The door to the jail opened once again. This time a demon wearing a pin stripped blue suit walked in. His horns weren't as big as the demons on the Quidditch field but they where still there. There was something very professional about him. "Ah if it isn't my star players!" he said cheerfully. He walked to the back of the jail where the three of them were being held. "You were magnificent today!"

All three of them starred at him dumbly.

"Why aren't we smiling? Do you know how good this is for you? You could make me millions!" The demon was so cheerful it looked as if at any minute he would start to skip. "I told about you to the head devils and they said Satan himself might come out to see you play! I highly doubt it but that's still a very good complement!"

"Play? We're going to be playing again?" Hermione once again started to dread the thought.

"Well of course! This time though you won't be performing for those filthy mortals. You'll be performing for high ranking demons!"

"So how's that good for us?" Draco questioned.

"Well you do get to stay in these nice cells, but it doesn't really matter. You two did break the law so it's either this or severe punishment."

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"Oh you all don't have a choice and afterwards you'll probably bet destroyed completely or sent back to your normal lives here but you might as well enjoy it while you can."

Hermione frowned. "That doesn't seem very fair."

"It seems fair to me. Most people would die just to get a small break from Hell." The demon laughed at his own joke. That joke was becoming overused. "So are you ready to move to your new jail?"

"It's not like we have a choice," Hermione muttered.

"Good girl! You're finally catching on!" The demon opened the doors to their cells and they followed him out.

When they got outside they saw an old school bus. The demon gestured for them to get inside. Once they were all inside the bus started to move. At first it was slow and gentle but the demon seemed to be displeased by this. He yelled at the driver to move faster. The bus suddenly sped up and flew through the waste land.

Even at the quick rate they were going at, it still took a while to reach their new jail. The whole time they seemed to be going father south. Hermione poked Draco to see if he noticed. He nodded his head as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Every second they moved they became one step closer to Heaven.

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