Disclaimer - Disclaimers suck.
Authors Note - Author's Notes are gay. On with the story ----------------
The Best Fucking HP Fic Ever.
-The fucking light on my keyboard won't go off.. Anyway, the story starts off like this-
Harry and his little gay friend Ron were walking to their Divination class with that chick with brown hair. Except she suddenly remembered that she didn't take Divination any more, and that the author's an idiot. Anyway, as stated earlier, Harry and his little gay friend Ron (no offense to actual gay people) were walking to Divination. Ron was bitching about how much he sucked at Quiddich or somesuch, Harry wasn't really paying attention, because he was too busy being angsty because he killed Sirius.
//Why did he have to die? Why did he have to die? Oh god, why did he have to die? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY-//
- Yeah, I think you get the drift. We'll check up on those two later. Let's see how Hagrid's doing, shall we? On second thought, nevermind. I hate him worse than Harry. Lets see how our Mud-blood friend is doing.-
Hermione's hand roved across her body as she read to herself what she'd written on the piece of parchment, for submission to a certain fanfiction website later.
/The two young girls were breathless as they explored eachother's, and their own bodies. They kissed and caressed, their naked bodies shimmering with sweat. The smell of sex filled the room, and-/
-Well, no surprise there. Lets see. oh, I know, Let's check up on the Dark Lord whats-his-face-
"Yes, that'll do, now leave me alone" Voldemort hurried the death eater out of the room. The last thing he wanted to think about now was the explosion of Hogwarts. He hadn't finished his Tea Party. He took a sip of tea in a refined matter, pinky out.
"So, Mr. Snuffles, what did you think of Charlie's Angels?"
"Ass. And lots of it", Mr. Snuffles, the talking stuffed warthog, replied. "Two thumbs up"
"I really wish you wouldn't cuss, Mr. Snuffles" The Dark Lord Of All That Is Evil Replied
"Oh yeah, well FUCK YOU!" The toy had obviously been drinking. "And don't fucking call me Mr. Snuffles, I am ANTONIO BEZALNIROFLA!"
-..Right. That was stupid. I think I'm gonna go puke or something now. See you all later.
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Shortest Fic In the Universe. I turned out this pile of crap at 12 AM HST. Zgood for a cheap laugh maybe.
Authors Note - Author's Notes are gay. On with the story ----------------
The Best Fucking HP Fic Ever.
-The fucking light on my keyboard won't go off.. Anyway, the story starts off like this-
Harry and his little gay friend Ron were walking to their Divination class with that chick with brown hair. Except she suddenly remembered that she didn't take Divination any more, and that the author's an idiot. Anyway, as stated earlier, Harry and his little gay friend Ron (no offense to actual gay people) were walking to Divination. Ron was bitching about how much he sucked at Quiddich or somesuch, Harry wasn't really paying attention, because he was too busy being angsty because he killed Sirius.
//Why did he have to die? Why did he have to die? Oh god, why did he have to die? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY-//
- Yeah, I think you get the drift. We'll check up on those two later. Let's see how Hagrid's doing, shall we? On second thought, nevermind. I hate him worse than Harry. Lets see how our Mud-blood friend is doing.-
Hermione's hand roved across her body as she read to herself what she'd written on the piece of parchment, for submission to a certain fanfiction website later.
/The two young girls were breathless as they explored eachother's, and their own bodies. They kissed and caressed, their naked bodies shimmering with sweat. The smell of sex filled the room, and-/
-Well, no surprise there. Lets see. oh, I know, Let's check up on the Dark Lord whats-his-face-
"Yes, that'll do, now leave me alone" Voldemort hurried the death eater out of the room. The last thing he wanted to think about now was the explosion of Hogwarts. He hadn't finished his Tea Party. He took a sip of tea in a refined matter, pinky out.
"So, Mr. Snuffles, what did you think of Charlie's Angels?"
"Ass. And lots of it", Mr. Snuffles, the talking stuffed warthog, replied. "Two thumbs up"
"I really wish you wouldn't cuss, Mr. Snuffles" The Dark Lord Of All That Is Evil Replied
"Oh yeah, well FUCK YOU!" The toy had obviously been drinking. "And don't fucking call me Mr. Snuffles, I am ANTONIO BEZALNIROFLA!"
-..Right. That was stupid. I think I'm gonna go puke or something now. See you all later.
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Shortest Fic In the Universe. I turned out this pile of crap at 12 AM HST. Zgood for a cheap laugh maybe.