Righto, so I don't own it, everyone you see except Buffy belongs to JK and Warner Brothers, Buffy belongs to Joss Whatshisname. I'm not making any money off of this and all that jazz. And yes, I relized this thing is stupid. But hey, I was bored.
"Avert thy eyes!" Ron cried out trying to shield his vision.
"What is it this time?" Harry asked tiredly.
"Oh for heavens sakes Ron let me see it." Hermione pulled it out of his hands.
"Don't look!"
"Too late."
Hermione started cringing. "Why on earth do people read this crap!"
"It's the lure of the fanfic, the writers can do whatever they want to us, and other shows and the like, hmm...I wonder what Buffy thinks about these?" Harry mused.
Ginny burst out laughing, trying to stop. "This...is...rich." she managed to make out between pants. "It's supposed to be a challenge. Harry must marry Sevvie and the sentence, 'How was I supposed to know the couch would get stuck up there?' must be in it."
They rolled around the common room floor, laughing at the idea of Harry marring, nay going near "Sevvie".
"At least we know the true ships and such." Fred got out.
Suddenly they heard and evil laugh. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!" (sorry, I've always wanted to do that.)
They looked up and collectedly screamed. Before fainting dead away, Ron cried, "We're in a fanfic! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
(It was I, they saw while screaming, writing this silly thing.)