Spell Check
A\N: I wrote down the words that my Spell Check came up with for another story I wrote, and I just built up a plot around the words. I warn you, this makes very little sense. *evil grin*
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling in this story except the plot, and there isn't much of one.
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Pavarti: *stares into space* Um...*gets in a car and runs over some common Muggles* Heh, heh...*falls asleep in the car*
Devil: Ooh...*looks at Pavarti* I'll just take her, then...
Pavarti: *wakes up in the middle of hell* VIOLIN MUSIC??? What's up with that? I'm in the middle of hell! *looks out the window in the middle of the ground, Draco Malfoy playing violin music* Sweet mother of Jesus! He is going to serenade me! Oh, well, I always liked him anyway...*to Draco* What are you doing here? Wingardium Leviosa! Perfect! Now he can talk to me!
Draco: *floats up to the window in the floor*
Pavarti: *opens the window and Draco climbs in* Wait a second! *gasp* You're not Draco! You're Hermione! Wait! If you're not Malfoy, then why were you serenading me?
Hermione: *laughs* You didn't let Draco get in! *Draco climbs through the window*
Pavarti: Oh, yeah! Draco, you serenade me, and I'm yours!
Draco: *sighs* That was only to get your attention, not a serenade!
Pavarti: Draco! How could you fool me like that! *they start a fist fight*
Hermione: *shakes head* You really have to learn some things, Pavarti. If the guy doesn't give you flowers when he can send stuff up to your window, it's not a real serenade.
Draco: Um...Choose to think whatever you want, but that's about the right advice.
Pavarti: Draco...How could you? *bursts into tears* Draco, Draco, Draco...Well, then, who the hell do you want for your girlfriend?
Draco: *makes a model of Hermione appear and points at it* That baby right there. Especially if I'm wearing Armani on our first date...
Pavarti: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Somebody picked Hermione over me! Let me destroy my Firebolt...Hey, FIREBOLT!!!! GET OVER HERE!!!!! *Firebolt doesn't come*
Draco: *snaps fingers, wearing Armani and there are platforms with Firebolts and more Armani clothes on each of them*
Hermione: Oh, Draco, you're so powerful... You're my boyfriend from now on! Want to Apparate to AUSTIN in Texas in the US and leave Pavarti here in hell?
Pavarti: Hey!
Draco: Okay. *snaps his fingers*
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Draco: *sitting in my house in the closet with Hemione*
Hermione: *eyes widen* Omigod...where the hell are we?
Draco: I have no idea.
Me: *open the closet door* Hermione Granger! Oh my God! Can I have your autograph? *speaking nervously*
Draco: *backing away from me*
Hemione: Um...We won't be leaving until you get a signed copy of my Charms book!
Draco: *stares at her* This is bad...Ahem... *puts one of the white coats from the closet on, in hypnotic voice* Soon you will get us out of here...
Me: Soon I will get you out of here...*hypnotized, snaps her fingers*
Draco: Adios! *disappears*
Me: *un-hypnotized and fuming* Draco is dumb. I bet he doesn't know what loco en la cabesa means. I hope he gets an evolved version of smallpox tomorrow. Why do the HP characters always cut their visit to me short? Ah, well, I will torture them when they come to me next...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A\N: I am very crazy, and this plot is very crazy. That's all I wanted to say.
Hermione2