A/N:Welcome to the worst fan fiction story ever written. This story is full of weak plot lines, cheesy comebacks, utterly lame syntax, fluffy scenes that are sickeningly cliché, people falling for their worst enemy and best friend in the blink of an eye, characterization so one dimensional that you'll wonder why the heck this was written in the first place, and chapters that were written in under five minutes! Want to keep reading? I didn't think so. But hey! If you're bored off your ass, and could use a good chuckle, why not throw away some time and read The Incredibly Superficial Fan Fiction Story!
Stepping onto the barrier, Hermione could tell her sixth year would be a good one. First of all, she had noticed how different she looked from last year, and in this case it was a good thing. Her hair was now straightened, and was a rich brown color now. She had perfect skin, a new, (and trendier) wardrobe, and she had filled out in all the right places. Eager to get on the train to find Ron and Harry, she lugged her suitcases and stepped onto The Hogwarts Express.
Suddenly, as she wandered the train aisle, a toad leaped out in front of her. Simoultaneously, her mind reeled in different directions on whether to step over Neville's toad, Trevor, or just stop walking completely. She decided to do both decisions, though not on purpose, and she tripped over.
As she wooshed through the air, a pair of hands caught her around the middle and stood her back up. Slightly breathless, she turned to her savior and found a very good looking guy. But this guy also happened to be Draco Malfoy – biggest prat in Hogwarts.
"Er- thanks," Hermione squeaked, not sure why she was being so nice to him.
Malfoy gulped and smiled slightly and turned away.
Hermione watched him saunter off and couldn't help thinking 'why wasn't he mean to me? And when did he get so good looking? I mean, look at that ass…'
"Stop it!" she said aloud.
"Stop what, Hermione?"
Harry's voice caught her attention and spun around to see his head sticking out from a compartment.
"Harry!" she shrieked, and gave him a bone crushing hug.
Hermione turned to Ron who was as red as a tomato.
"You look really pretty," Harry said, caressing the side of her face.
Hermione blushed. "Thanks."
As they sat down, hermiones thoughts were even more messed up cuz of the recent Malfoy incident, and now she was starting to like Harry! Hermione sighed heavily and leant back. Just by sitting here, she knew her sixth year would be very confusing.
A/N: I'm such a dork! I don't know why I feel like writing this story! My main goal is to make it the worst fan fiction story ever…heh heh…stupid I know. Guess who's got too much time on their hands!...(me)