It's official. Telephone rings...

Phone rings. Nasal voice answers.

"Beezlebub Incorporated, Director's office. How may I offend you?"

"Hello - is this Hell?"

"Yes, this is Hell."

"Director... isn't he supposed to be called Satan or something?"

"We try to stay current."

"Ah." I nod. "So, what's the weather like there?"

"We're experiencing a cold snap."

"That's what I thought."

I hang up. (You shouldn't be polite to minions of hell; it worries them.)

Clearly Hell has frozen over, because I'm recommending a trio fic. Moreover, the het is my favourite part. Only resonant8 could do this.

Bed And Board NC-17, Harry/Ron/Hermione.