Hey guys! This is my first take on a Harry Potter parody... I hope you'll like it!

This comes in response to allll of those annoying people who try to incarnate themselves, or what they think is cool into fanfictions, having absolutely to no respect in regard to what's canon. This story make fun of all Harry Potter fanfic cliches. Ones you read, ones you've written, hell, even one's I've written. Enjoy chapter one!

Cliché Much?

A parody.

Ginny stepped onto Platform 9¾, pouting for no apparent reason other then looking misunderstood and rebellious. The wind picked up for a moment, tousling her hair and making her tiny mini skirt look even shorter. Everyone stopped and stared. Literally. Ginny changed her "misunderstood and rebellious" pout to a "why should you care" pout and strutted towards the train.

Virginia Ame'thyste Moxie Weasley had changed a lot over the summer between her third and fourth years. She had a nose stud, piercings all up her ears, and a belly button ring. Her ripped up black Hot Topic shirt had hearts and skulls, as well as strings trailing from the edges. It appeared that she had mysteriously lost all her cute Weasley freckles, but that may have been attributed to the profuse amount of makeup she was wearing. Her eyes were rimmed in black, in a very raccoon-like style. She thought her whole look seemed very cool and rebellious- of course, most others thought she looked a bit like a druggie who had stumbled into a Hot Topic.

On the train, she walked into a random compartment. Unsurprisingly, it held the Golden Trio.

"Hi!" she said brightly.

There was total silence. Then…

"Whoah." said Harry.

"What?" Ginny asked innocently. "Is it the tee? Yeah, I know all the rips are so sexy, right?" she winked at Harry.

"Um…" he stated. "You so did not look like that before…"

Ginny's eyes welled up with tears. "You haven't noticed? We spent the whole summer together at Grimmauld Place! And NOW you say I look different?!"

"Yeah, but-" Harry cut in.

"Oh my God, Harold James Potter I never should have believed you could change! I'll never be anything to you! So just go back to your whore Hermione and don't come crawling back!"

"Crawling… back…?" he asked, so baffled by her appearance that he didn't register that Ginny had called him 'Harold'.

Hermione looked quite perplexed as well. "Ginny, what's wrong? And what about me and Harry?" she looked Ginny up and down. "And when did you get all those piercings? They're rather… spiky."

Ginny stamped her foot. "You're just jealous! You're all jealous! Harry, one day you'll see! And Hermione, put some makeup on, you're so plain!"

She ran out, sobbing. While running down the suddenly empty Hogwarts Express, she knocked into a tall, fair person.

Looking up, she realized it was Draco Malfoy.

"Ginny! What's wrong?" he asked, all comforting and worried. Like he suddenly forgot that he hated her guts on principle.

"I- I" Ginny choked, suddenly forgetting that she hated Malfoy's guts on principle. "I can't be with them! They can't accept me for who I am! Those Gryffindors are all conformists and they have no idea what people like me go through!"

Putting comforting arms around her, Draco said soothingly. "It's okay. Come sit with us- we're better than them."

After just one train ride with the Slytherins, Ginny became completely convinced that Slytherin was for her. Because new neo-punk-goth Ginny would rather be part of the exclusive, manipulative, and cliquey Slytherins than the Gryffindors. Because new Ginny was nonconformist and badass, and the Gryffindors were all preppy goodiegoods.

"Yeah, so you have to hear this band! They're called Fall Out Boy and they rock." Said Draco, who suddenly listened to American 2000s muggle music.

"I love them!" Ginny cried, also forgetting they were a band from the 2000s. "I saw them AND Panic! At the Disco this summer. I had to sneak out for both, though."

"Whoah! You snuck out?" Pansy Parkinson asked, impressed.

"Duh! You don't? I need to live! I'm sixteen!"

Because Ginny had suddenly become two years older.

When they got to the Great Hall, Ginny decided to sit with her new friends.

Dumbledore, who had forgotten that he was dead, came up to speak. Ginny realized how stupid and old he was. He probably listened to stupid old-people music. Ginny listened to cool-people, goth/emo/punk music.

Later that night, Ginny was forced to sleep in the Gryffindor common room, but she woke up to find Draco next to her bed. He had managed to get through both the Fat Lady and girls' staircase through the convenient use of a plot hole.

"Ginny, I want you to know…" he told her. "I love you. I always have. But we can never be together."

"Why not?"

"My father! He'll never accept us."

"Why not?"

"Because it adds drama to the plotline of the story!"

"Come on, Draco. You're sixteen! You need to live your own life."

"You have no idea what it's like! I'm a Death Eater, I can't have anything to do with you!"

Ginny was completely perplexed as to why this was. After all, she was friends with the Slytherins and she was cool now. "Why exactly can't we…?"

"BECAUSE IT ADDS DRAMA TO THE PLOT LINE, GOD DAMNIT!"

Then he pulled Ginny into a kiss. It was a kiss that could be described with clichéd (but you know you love them) phrases like "long and passionate", "fingers entwined in hair", "pushed against the wall", "tingles", "eyes closed", and, over course, a bit of twisting to get Ginny's tongue ring unhooked from Draco's.

When all piercing were officially good to go, Draco had to leave. He returned to Slytherin with no problems at all, yet again completely unnoticed, using yet another one of those handy-dandy plot holes.

It was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.