Fifteen year old Hermione Granger gives a can of beer to her bridesmaid Jenny. Jenny raises both eyebrows as she opens it, a look that says, 'at least she didn't marry Harry. None of this is my issue,' but a look of happiness because she was the one who caught the flowers after Hermione hastily tossed them over so she could run off to her female friends for a stern talking about setting her up with dumbasses.

"Full disclosure, everyone, I'm a bad singer," Jenny stands up, crunching the can up and then tossing it at Hermione's face, cutting her forehead. Hermione sobs and bleeds into her own can as Jenny takes a guitar and walks to the stage. She begins a ditty that induces an unimaginable pain into Hermione's husband's ear drums. Harry vomits one more liter of blood into a bucket before leaving it at the table, passive aggressively smiling at Jenny as he and Hagrid left the room. Jenny strummed intensely while screaming about the boy who had just now took his leave.

Draco smiles while he shakes his head, the inevitably of death no longer seems to be terrifying, yet worthwhile. Hermione sneezes in his general direction. Instinctively, Draco blows a paralyzing dart in Harry's direction only to realize he was gone. The dart bounces off the booth and into his neck His career as a hit man took a toll on his mental health. "Oh," he says as he faces Hermione. "Who are you?"

Hermione thinks for one small moment that she could be let free from a mistake marriage before Draco looks like Jack Decker. "Oh, my wife. Hey, dude." Hermione could've gotten a more romantic relationship with a rock. They were dating for two years. Since when was Draco so un-formal? He was like a bitchy rich kid before.

Before Hermione could speak again, Draco passed out onto the floor. Ron comes by with a broom and a body bag. Hermione opened her mouth to tell him he was still alive, but didn't. She doesn't need a reason for not doing that. Ron wistfully sweeps Draco's paralyzed and breathing body into the bag. Ron zipped it, then patted it contentedly. Hermione takes another sip of beer. She spits it out the second Jenny's dead body fell on her.

Absolutely livid, Hermione had no choice in that moment but to take all anger in her and place it into Jenny's guitar. Ron screams as the now possessed and pissed musical instrument flew after him. Ron may try all he can to not be killed, but the archway outside the door was caved in because Hagrid's fat ass destroyed the arch completely. The guitar promptly killed Ron, returning to Hermione. She realized this guitar was now technically a part of her and not the government's problem. Hermione sighed as she tucked the guitar dubbed as Swarth while lullabies played on small toy pianos. How did this all happen? Next time on Dragon Ball Z..