Joy in Hell

When Hermione dies, she goes to Hell. But when she stumbles into Draco, she finds there might be some kind of joy in Hell.

Draco speaks before she even reaches the nearest barstool. "Of all the joints in all the sectors in all of Hell, you walk into mine. I never expected you to be in a place like this. Have a drink. On me." The curl of his lip is serpentine as he reaches for a brown bottle.
"I know better than to take you up on an offer for a free drink." Everything in Hell comes covered in strings impossible to untangle.
"Oh, I never said anything about free." His grin widens to showcase his fangs. "I said, 'On me.'" He finishes pouring a hefty serving of the tawny liquor and vaults over the bar to settle on one of the stools. "Hop on," he cajoles as he taps his thigh. "Oh, and that'll be three galleons."