Hermione runs around the bonfire to the other side, dragging Draco along behind her by the hand. He’s right. On the ground right at the edge of the flames, so close its heat is caressing their faces, are a pair of demons copulating furiously. The male on top is in demon form, skin slate grey; the woman under him looks human but for the horns curving out from her head, which whips furiously from side to side in the throes of passion. The fact that someone is getting tortured not five feet away doesn’t appear to be mattering whatsoever.