A/N – This is a parody fan fiction. If it's bad, it's bad on purpose and will become stupider and more like Twilight as it goes along. I wrote this in about thirty minutes, so enjoy this piece of crap called a story.
Chapter 1 – Meet Annabelle
My name is Annabelle Portman. I'm sixteen, and I'm a witch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. I have long brunette locks that reach my shoulders and forest green eyes. I have been called very pretty, because of my flawless face and body. I'm also in Gryffindor with my friends, Hermione, Ron, and Harry. We love boy bands and wearing the hottest clothes.
I was sitting on my bed with my hair draping in front of my eyes. It was storming outside, so I had stayed inside all day. I went to my classes and spent time in the common room with Hermione and Ron. Harry wasn't there today, which I thought was strange. Anyways, we talked about our favorite bands and movies. Hermione kept going on about Justin Beiber while me and Ron just shook our heads and talked about One Direction. Eventually I got tired and left to my room. And now I'm bored and tired.
All of the sudden, there was a knock on the door. I looked up. "Come in." I said. The door opened. Standing there was… Harry Potter. "Hey, Anna." He said. "Hi, Harry." I said shyly. He smiled his beautiful smile. "How's it going? Sorry I wasn't here to talk to you, Ron, and Hermione." He said. "It's alright." I replied. "We didn't do much since the weather isn't very nice today, anyways." "Oh, I see. What did you guys talk about?" he asked. "Just bands and singers we like. Nothing new." I told him.
We talked for a while, and then it started getting late. As he left my room, he smiled at me. I smiled back, and blushed after he left. Then I got ready for bed, putting on my big One Direction t-shirt and some sweat pants. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom, and gasped. There in my room was a Slytherin boy named… Draco Malfoy!
A/N – More to come. Possibly in the same day, since I have nothing better to do on a Sunday evening. How sad. I really need a life…