"Ladies and Gentlemen of Hogwarts, I have an announcement to make!" Dumbledore's voice rang through the Great hall, and just like in any cliché story, everyone in the room suddenly turned to him.
"On this day of next week, what will it be? Tuesday? Yes, on Tuesday of next week there will be a great ball and all males have to go with a female and a females have to go with a male. Please limit one partner please."
Hermione looked confused, and stood up, looking perfect just like in any cliché story.
"But why are we having a ball that we have to go to with the opposite sex?" she asked. Dumbledore looked taken aback.
"Because! This is a cliché story! And because it's completely unoriginal, you have to go with Harry." Hermione turned around and gazed into Harry's eyes.
Insert some random cheesy love song here
And know that it's really cliché
My heart will go on, blah blah blah
Just like in any cliché story…
Harry felt his heart thump with cliché…ness. Hermione looked perfect and smart and beautiful and wonderful just like in any cliché story, and briefly he wondered why the author even bothered. Ron glared at him with jealousy and briefly wondered what color the sky was, because in any good story, the only smart people are the main characters and their absolute best friends. Ginny started to cry in jealousy.
"No! This is a cliché story, so I have to act like a brat and hate Hermione and stuff and I need to complain about the whole One Big Happy Weasley Family thing! Waah!!!"
Continue the stupid song here
And now I'm wondering why I
Decided to write a cliché story
Where everything's completely OOC…
Suddenly Voldemort appeared, just like in any cliché story.
"Harry, I'm going to kill you! At least, I say that, but because this story is totally unoriginal, you win and I die and Hermione falls in love with you and the world is at peace, thanks to the famous Boy Who Lived. Yeah. Get on with it, Potter!" Voldemort screamed and pulled out his wand. Harry, being cliché, brought out his want and hit the spell that Voldemort through back at him, and suddenly Voldemort collapsed.
"YAY!" I cry rang out in every table and all the bad people died and all the good people surrounded Harry and lifted him up, but Harry didn't forget about Hermione as he ran up to her and practically swallowed her mouth just like in any cliché story.
This is really stupid, you know
Why do I even bother with you people
I love you forever, blabbity blah blah
Cliché ness scares me…
Now it's Tuesday because just like in any unoriginal story the author skips over the next week, but summarizes it as the best week for the new couple, cliché Harry and Hermione. Now they're at the dance just because I feel lazy. And Harry becomes a perfect singer with really cool guitars and a band and he pulls Draco, because he's good, Fred and George, and Neville on stage and they sing songs like really good Rock bands.
"Hermione, this song is for you, just like in any cliché story."
"Remember when we never needed each other, the best of friends like sister and brother( That was a week ago, mind you!) We understood, we'd never be alone, Those days are gone, now I want you so much, the night is long, and I need your touch, Don't know what to say, never meant to feel this way, don't want to be, Alone Tonight" Just like in any cliché story, Harry sang it better than the original and Hermione runs up to him and kisses him in front of everyone and the teachers don't care because this is a cliché story and in cliché stories they just smile because Harry and Hermione found their true loves, the end, boring boring boring. Weep. They get married and have really smart children that do everything perfect just like their parents.