ACT ONE:
"Oh Hermione," Ginny confided, "whatever will I do? My life is meaningless without Harry, he completes my very soul. You see, I am in love with him. I have always been in love with him, and he is totally clueless. He just sees me as his best friend's little sister." She paused to snort.
"Oh Ginny," Hermione confided, "My life is meaningless as well, for, you see, I am also in love…but with Ron."
"However will we reel them in? They are so clueless."
The two girls furrowed their brows in mental exertion. Ginny jumped up.
"Eureka! I have got it! We will give ourselves makeovers!" The two girls began giggling and Hermione pulled out a vat of industrial strength acne medicine.
ACT TWO:
"Your turn, mate!" Ron announced. Harry moved his chess piece.
The two were bored out of their (small) minds. Suddenly, Ginny and Hermione entered, all dolled up.
Harry began drooling as he stared at Ginny. She looked…different. So beautiful and mature.
"Oh Ginny," he cried. "I love you."
"Oh Harry! Likewise!"
The two began kissing.
Then Ron and Hermione began kissing. And all was well.
Except for the fact that the couples got together because the females looked prettier. I mean, come on, how shallow is that? That's demeaning to women…it's basically just saying "Hey, all you women, if you're ugly or plain, forget about getting a man! You're destined to be lonely for the rest of your life! LOSER!"
But I'm getting twitchy right now from talking about this topic, so I will end this story. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Oh yeah. I own nothing. This fanfic was done in the spirit of fun. It's not intended to insult any fanfics out there. I was just hyper and needed to write some drivel. This was the result. Please don't flame.