3-Where Art Thou
Mary-Sue?
Draco was now wishing he hadn't accepted this fanfic, because Buffy was now doubling over in horribly insane laughter.
"Okay, hmm, now I want to introduce Mary-Sue!" Buffy told them, snapping her fingers. A girl who DEFINITELY fit the name walked in, she had a plastic/veela kind of look to her and she was tilting her head strangely and began mechanically towards them and instantly fell in love with Harry. It was enough to make Draco hurl. Apparently everyone else agreed. Ginny looked ready to pounce.
Suddenly (well not so suddenly, they all anticipated it) they appeared in the dining hall of Hogwarts and seven heavy scripts fell from the claws of a bunch of (pink and fluffy of course, by Buffy's preference) owls.
Draco read through and just about started to cry with the laughter. "Oh jeez this is too good! Potter you here is your revenge for that thing on the train!" Draco laughed. Harry, hurriedly picked up the script.
"HP on
ground, MS in balcony, dressed like Shakespeare days
MS: Harry oh Harry, where art thou?
HP: Down here fair maden, oh how I love thee (climbs
balcony)
MS: (sighs) but I am in slytherin and you are in
gryfindor … we cannot be together.
HP: Only our love shall matter!"
"What the … I am NOT wearing tights if that's what shes getting at …" but at that moment the lights blackened and Mary-Sue and Harry were in the potions described in the script.
Just as it happened before, words started to randomly pop from their throats … and yes Harry was indeed wearing tights and a big hat with a feather.
"Oh my love, come with me!" Harry yelled flatly.
Mary Sue seemed to be putting a lot more enthusiasm into it, she jumped off the balcony into the arms of Harry, Harry fell hard on his butt and dropped Mary Sue. Meanwhile in the other dimension Draco and the others were insane with laughter.
Harry got up and began saying more lines. He could have puked.
"CUT, CUT, CUT!!!!" Buffy screamed from an unseen intercom. "This isn't right! I need more time," and with a flash they were both returned to Buffy's mind, where the rest of them stood either laughing (Draco was rolling on the floor, laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes) or about to (Dorothy was sniggering into her hands.)
Once Draco was done, he got up and faced Harry "Nice tights, Potter!" he sniggered.
Harry blushed hard. "At least I didn't sing a love ballad Malfoy!" he yelled. Buffy appeared.
"So … nice job, Cutler, Potter. Well I should like to have some more time to write a better story, Chao," she said then in a flash she was gone.
Something more terrible than Harry in tights or Draco/Ginny was soon to come, and it wouldn't be pretty.
A/N Mwhahahahahaha! You like? Review!