Authors' Note:
Okie, here we go, a Hermione/Draco spoof. We were just noticing how many of these there are out there.and after reading a few particularly awful and unbelievable ones, decided to write our own! Of course, it's not our usual anti-cliché, death-to-mary-sues, somewhat plotholeless fic. This has plotholes rampant, Uzi submachine guns, yachts, cannibalism, royalty.and that' just in the first two chapters, folks! Have fun with this parody, if we get reviews we'll further it. Maybe we'll write more anyway, it's fun.lol, I know, we're sick. ;)
First chappie is short, reviews will be guilded and hung in our family room. Because there's nothing else to put there, but still, feel the honor..
Hermione and Draco's Secret Love
Chapter 1: Princess Hermione
It's the most perfect day of the summer, Hermione Granger thought to herself as she looked out of the glittering, crystal-blue ocean. A perfect day to lie in the sun in a horribly skimpy bathing suit to show of my breathtakingly tan body which I miraculously obtained through hours of exposure to harmful UV rays and lots of plastic surgery. Thank God the scars have faded in just two weeks.
Hermione was barely recognizable as the bushy-haired, buck-toothed freak she had been just a few weeks earlier. Failing to embrace her natural "beauty", she disappeared to a magical spa in the Swiss alps as soon as her fifth year of Hogwarts had ended. She emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon, a radiant goddess fit to appear on Baywatch. However, this was Hermione's secret, for she had told no one of her metamorphosis. Astonishingly, two days after she had returned from the spa, she had discovered that the Grangers were not her parents at all!!!! Her real parents were magical pure blooded Austrian royalty who had swept her away to their castle. Of course, being a princess was not easy. To help ease the transition from muggle-born mediocrity to being addressed as "your Highness", her new parents had sent her away on their eighty-foot yacht in the South of France, which is where she was basking in the sunlight at that moment.
Hermione laid back on the highly polished deck of the H.R.H Hermione II, the second boat named after her. She sighed contently, swishing her luxurious, gleaming curls of brunette hair behind her as she looked out over the ocean.
Okie, here we go, a Hermione/Draco spoof. We were just noticing how many of these there are out there.and after reading a few particularly awful and unbelievable ones, decided to write our own! Of course, it's not our usual anti-cliché, death-to-mary-sues, somewhat plotholeless fic. This has plotholes rampant, Uzi submachine guns, yachts, cannibalism, royalty.and that' just in the first two chapters, folks! Have fun with this parody, if we get reviews we'll further it. Maybe we'll write more anyway, it's fun.lol, I know, we're sick. ;)
First chappie is short, reviews will be guilded and hung in our family room. Because there's nothing else to put there, but still, feel the honor..
Hermione and Draco's Secret Love
Chapter 1: Princess Hermione
It's the most perfect day of the summer, Hermione Granger thought to herself as she looked out of the glittering, crystal-blue ocean. A perfect day to lie in the sun in a horribly skimpy bathing suit to show of my breathtakingly tan body which I miraculously obtained through hours of exposure to harmful UV rays and lots of plastic surgery. Thank God the scars have faded in just two weeks.
Hermione was barely recognizable as the bushy-haired, buck-toothed freak she had been just a few weeks earlier. Failing to embrace her natural "beauty", she disappeared to a magical spa in the Swiss alps as soon as her fifth year of Hogwarts had ended. She emerged like a butterfly from its cocoon, a radiant goddess fit to appear on Baywatch. However, this was Hermione's secret, for she had told no one of her metamorphosis. Astonishingly, two days after she had returned from the spa, she had discovered that the Grangers were not her parents at all!!!! Her real parents were magical pure blooded Austrian royalty who had swept her away to their castle. Of course, being a princess was not easy. To help ease the transition from muggle-born mediocrity to being addressed as "your Highness", her new parents had sent her away on their eighty-foot yacht in the South of France, which is where she was basking in the sunlight at that moment.
Hermione laid back on the highly polished deck of the H.R.H Hermione II, the second boat named after her. She sighed contently, swishing her luxurious, gleaming curls of brunette hair behind her as she looked out over the ocean.