Memories of all his past visits flash in front of her eyes, sending ripples of pleasure straight to her core. She doesn’t move from where she stands, her wand ready and poised at the demon. "Your magic cannot hurt me," he offers conversationally. "We both know you tried to hex me on multiple occasions." Hermione rolls her eyes and throws a nasty hex at him anyway, just to make sure it truly does not work. Yellowish light flashes, more darkness seeping into her soul through yet another crack she allows with the dark magic she uses. "Feeling better now? I thought you stopped with these circus tricks months ago."