WARNING: This is a parody of My Immortal. The following work of fiction is not meant to be taken seriously. But then again, it's not like My Immortal was ever taken seriously to begin with.
Harry Potter and characters (C) J.K. Rowling. My Immortal and characters (C) Tara Gilesbie.
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I was so excited. I fellowed Draco wandering if we where going 2 do it again. And after we wandered some more (and I fellowed him while doing it), we went outside and then we went into Draco's black car, one of the many flying cars in this story.
"Ebony what the fuck did Profesor Trevolry or Sinister or whoever she is say." whispered Draco potting his gothic whit hand (the smallest particle of hand) with bvlak nail polish (apparently a new Slovakian brand of black nail polish) on mine.
"She said 'ho', and then she said 'cunt', and then she said she would tell me what the visions meant torromow." I grumbled in a sexy voice (well, sexy to ME, at least). He took out a heroin cabaret, which is some kind of fancy nightclub, unless it's really a drink, and spiked it, though since it's full of heroin anyway, spiking it would be unnecessary, and gave it to me to spork, though it would be insane to use a spork with drinks. He started to fly the car into a tree (most likely in the Forbidden Forest). We went to the top of it... and I don't know if it's either the car or the tree. Draco put on some MCR, and so will you. Because you like MCR, even if you don't want to admit it.
"And all the things that you never ever sold me / and all the styles that are ever gonna hunt me." sang Gerard's sexy voice... at least that's what I think he sang. We started tiling of each other's cloves fevently (spices can be used to make floor tiles now). He took of my blak thong and my black leather bar (the leather bar that may have been from the heroin cabaret). I took of his black boxers, just to ensure that the fic retains its M rating. Then... he put his trobbing you-know-what in my tool sexily. Or was it the other way around? Anyway, I'm not good at writing sex scenes as I am with writing clothing scenes, okay?
"OMFG Draco Draco!" I screamed having an orgism, which is probably a belief involving an organization. We stated frenching passively, which means we played it pretty much safe. Suddenly... I fell asleep. I started having a dream. In it a black guy was shooting two goffik men with long black hair. And now I'm gonna get complaints from any African-Americans reading this fanfic.
"No! Please don't fucking kill us!1" they pleaded but he just kept shooting them, which means he could be a major villain for the rest of this fic. He ran away in a red car, though running in a car would probably be impossible, so he likely drove away.
"No! Oh my fucking god!11" I shouted in a scared voice, because how else are you supposed to shout?
"Ebony what's wrong?" Draco asked me as I woke up opening my icy blue eyes.
I started to cry and tears of blood went down my face, thus ensuring that my icy blue eyes would not remain icy blue for long. I told Draco to call Vampire. He did it with his blak Likin Park mobile. And then he used it to call Vampire. Butt the worst thing, other than the butt fetish at the beginning of this sentence, was who the ppl who were shot in the dream where... Lucian and Serious!111 Though it could be Lucian Bole from the Slytherin Quidditch team and Sirius Black from Gryffindor. Why would they be two people from different houses?