Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to or own anything J. K. Rowling created. All rights are reserved for those who own them.
Unlike most PPC writers, I won't be using someone's actual story; I'll be using the sample that I painfully wrote. This way I won't break any of 's rules.
If you can convince me with your story that Ginny and Draco falling in love is possible with both characters being completely in-character, then I have nothing against the Ginny/Draco ship in your hands. However, the majority of people here should not be writing any kind of romance and should be taking writing classes instead. That goes for the Hermione/Draco ship too.
Chapter Two-Plot KeysHunter sighed, and flipped to the back of his folder. "Get your plot key. It'll be in the back of your folder."
"What's a Plot Key?" asked Ronda, waving around a little metal dog tag she had found in the back of her folder.
"It's what we use to slip into the Mary Sue writer's plot. It puts you between the lines," Hunter said as he started to walk out of the office door.
"What do you mean?" Ronda asked, trying to follow him.
"We go between the lines of the story, so we're watching the plot but not really a part of it." Hunter walked quickly, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be able to catch up.
"Reading between the lines!" she panted, jogging alongside.
Hunter ran around the corner and jumped into the men's room.
"Hey buddy!" said one of his co-workers at the urinals. "I heard about the case. Bill said something about you having to train a new partner. Who's the lucky guy?"
"It's a girl. A grad-student. I don't know how she ever got in here."
"Hunter! Mr. Hunter!" Ronda called into the rest room.
"Good luck," said his co-worker, who gave Hunter a push out the door. "I'll meet you at the bar tonight, if you come back in one piece."
"Thanks Will."
Hunter hurried out the door, and sped to the Armory Room. Ronda sprinted behind him like a lost puppy. When they finally got there, and gave the Armory Room Manager their plot keys. "We need," Hunter panted, "the most powerful wands possible."
"Wands?" gasped Ronda. "Why do we need wands?"
"Gottah be canon correct," Hunter wheezed.
A few seconds later, the Armory Manager returned. "Here you go Hunter. Mahogany, 10 inches, dragon heartstring. And for you miss…"
"Ronda!" she squeaked.
The Armory Manager raised his eyebrow. "Miss Ronda, your wand is willow, 7 inches, unicorn hair." As they turned to leave he whispered to Hunter, "Good luck Hunter. Should I cancel tonight's plans of crashing at the bar?"
"I'll try to make it back in time."
"Okay, see you then."
"Hunter!" Ronda called from the end of the hall, just now realizing that he wasn't following her.
"I'm coming!" He sighed, and headed after her.
A few minutes later they arrived at a door labeled: Plot Entry Point. Below the sign was another, made of college rule notebook paper.
"'The Point of No Return', how appropriate," Hunter thought.
"What are you staring at?" asked Ronda, tugging on his sleeve.
"Nothing. Let's go. Ladies first?"
"Uh, Mr. Hunter, I don't know how, shouldn't you show me first?"
Hunter sighed, and opened the door. A metallic robot-like voice immediately responded, "Please insert your plot key into the slot." He slammed his hand on the "Silence Voice Prompts" button under the light switch.
"Okay. Take your Plot Key, the thing that looks like a dog tag, and stuff it into this slot, right here. Then type whatever shows up on this screen. You have to type it under 10 seconds exactly like it is on the screen or else you'll have to start all over again. Got it? Go." Hunter pulled Ronda into the room and watched her do exactly what he said. He watched in happiness as she disappeared, hoping that the link would be faulty, and she ended up in a twisted necrophilia "The Lost World, Jurassic Park II" lemon. Deciding that he shouldn't get his hopes up, he stuck his Plot Key in the slot, and typed the sentence that appeared on the screen-"Draco and Hermione will never sleep together."-- and a few seconds later he appeared in a plain, white void.
"Hunter!" Ronda squealed. "Where are we?"
"Shush," Hunter growled.
The same cold metallic voice sounded in the empty space. "When you are ready to begin, say the following words in the same order: Hippogriff, Vomit, Cabbage, Cat."
Hunter took a deep breath and said, "On three. Ready?" Ronda nodded rapidly.
"One, two, three; hippogriff vomit cabbage cat!" And the white void was replaced with… another white void.
"Did we do anything wrong?" asked Ronda.
"No, wait a sec."
A bag of earplugs appeared before them, along with a clipboard that had about a hundred pieces of paper clipped to it, and a box of mechanical pencils. "Do we really need the ear plugs?"
Suddenly a high pitched, annoying voice screeched, "OMG Tom Folten is sooooooo hottie that I rote this sorie cause hes hot! His all MINE!!!11 dicamer: discamers suc. So their. Flamers suc 2 so shudup. Gin gin and dracie are my cuple & if u don like me storie shutup & dont reed it!."
Ronda screamed, and Hunter covered his ears. "W… what was that?" Ronda yelled.
Hunter yelled into her ear, "That would be the author note!"
Hunter's Notes:
Disclaimer: Not legal. "Author" can be sued!
Author Note:
Writing Style:
Plot:
Messages to author: Disclaimers make writing fan fiction legal. The lack of them makes a story an infringement of copyright--plagiarism.