A/N: This was written for the GrangerSnape100 livejournal community's "9 Circles of Hell" challenge, based on Dante's Inferno. The Cerberus feeds on the flesh of the damned in the third circle. 100 words according to MS Word.
He held his breath as Hermione, exploring his body like terra incognita, ran her hand slowly down his leg.
"I remember this," she murmured as her finger reached the ragged, raised scar on his calf. "Fluffy?"
"Yes. Hagrid's blasted pet." He'd merely gone to check on Quirrell's whereabouts and found himself in the third circle of hell.
"We thought you were…"
"…After the Stone. I know."
She'd had it all wrong.
But then, so had he. How could he ever have guessed that the bushy-haired girl he had limped past that day would one day become his gate to heaven?