Goodnight, Demon Slayer

Goodnight, Demon Slayer
Chapter Eighteen:
It\'s All Fun And Games Until Someone Gets Crucioed

\"Alright,\" Hermione choked wearily as blood trickled into her mouth from various cuts all over her face. \"Okay, I\'ll tell you where it is.\"

A sick smirk of satisfaction crept to Malfoy\'s visage, and though she was more than slightly light-headed, Hermione wanted nothing more than to smack him. If she lived a million years, she was almost sure she would never hate anyone as much as she hated Draco Malfoy.

Except maybe Colin Farrell, but that was a different story entirely.

\"Well, that\'s more like it, Mudblood.\"

Draco and his sluts- I mean, coconspirators- began to circle the chair where their captive was shackled, glaring menacingly at her.

This was gonna be good.

\"I\'m not sure eactly where it is, but I could prbably tell you how to get there,\" Hermione babbled, almost incoherent. She knew she was losing blood rapidly and was in danger of losing consciousness, but she knew she had to just get this one thing out before she blacked out.

\"Go on,\" prodded Lavender, obviously anxious to play her role in the kidnapping extravaganza. Hermione decided she hated her too. Before this escapade it had been that Hermione and Lavender had little (alright, nothing) in common, tinted with the teensiest bit of dislike, but as of now, Hermione was quite sure she hated the girl\'s guts. Swallowing slowly, Hermione gathered her thoughts and prepared to speak, licking her cracked, bleeding lips.

\"It\'s away from here... over the river... through the woods...\"

\"What river?\" Pansy demanded.

\"What woods?\" cried Draco.

Hermione only smiled at them. That was all they were gonna get.

\"IDIOTS! Those are words to a Muggle children\'s song. \'Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother\'s house we go.\' The bitch is lying to us!\" Lavender squealed.

\"Lord, I hate Muggles,\" Draco muttered under his breath, rubbing his hands over his face exasperatedly.

Hermione began to giggle in an exhausted, confused, in-a-lot-of-pain kind of way. Confusing dimwits was fun, if somewhat evil. She supposed she would be forgiven for this since they had, after all, started it.

\"Yeah, but it was fun. And guess what, bitch? I\'m not telling you jack. So why don\'t you take your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever sick, depraved creature would have you,\" Hermione spat.

\"Because she\'s right here!\" Lavender screamed, not noticing in the heat of the moment that she\'d called her lover a \"sick, depraved creature.\" It was poetic justice, Hermione thought, though at the moment, there was very little logical, linear thought in Hermione\'s head, and what was still there was rapidly being replaced by that song they played at the circus when the clowns entered. Her eyes rapidly losing focus, Hermione continued laughing like someone who was very stoned and watching \"Teletubbies.\"

Not that Hermione would know. There\'s no hope with dope. Zack Morris had taught her that.

\"I want to tranfer to Bayside...\" Hermione whimpered wistfully, not aware she was even speaking.

\"ENOUGH!\" Draco shouted. \"If we can\'t make her talk, we might as well take her to someone who can. You should be happy, Granger with your insatiable lust for knowledge. This will be one for the record books- a real life encounter with Lord Voldemort. But- oh, wait! You won\'t get to enjoy it long. You see, the Dark Lord doesn\'t have the qualms about killing you that we do, and Mudblood, he\'s been waiting so long to meet you.\"
Hermione had drifted off halfway through Draco\'s little tirade and was growing consistently more loopy as the seconds ticked by. She knew there was something else she should be thinking about, something important, but her mind was following a quite illogical tangent that she was all too happy to go along with. Being serious all the time wasted SO much energy. It tired her out, especially now.

\"But Mr. Belding, I swear I have a hall pass...\"

\"What the hell is she talking about?\" whined Pansy, losing patience and smacking her again.

\"Oh, she\'s losing consciousness!\" Lavender complained. \"This is not going to be nearly as much fun if she passes out!\"

\"Well, then. It\'s a good thing I know exactly the thing to wake her up.\"

The girls turned to look at Draco who had an evil, devilish look on his face.

\"Please, Draco, you can\'t fuck her awake.\"

\"Shut up, Pansy. I was talking about using my wand.\"

Exchanging a glance, Lavender and Pansy began to giggle.

\"My MAGIC wand. Honestly, are you two twelve years old? Now, as I was saying,\"co bco began, raising his wand at Hermione\'s slumped form.

The familiar voice casting the curse was the last thing Hermione heard before the world went black.

\"Crucio!\"


*******************A/N************************
Okay, the \"I\'m not telling you jack...\"e ise is from an episode of ffy\ffy\" called \"Intervention.\" It was too perfect to not use. Belongs to Joss...


Thanks! You all rock!

Okay, I know I promised everyone thank yous, but I\'ve put it off so long I can\'t even tell who I said thank you to and who I didn\'t, so *don\'t hit me* I\'m not gonna do them for the ones I missed. I\'ll start again next chapter and keep up to date. Sorry! You know I love you all!