Herminie had changed over the summer. Her hair was long and straight with blond streaks and her eyes had magically changed color to light blue. She wore heaps of makeup and significantly tight clothes. She, of course, had to stay somewhat in character, so she still wore robes to school and read books.

When she got to Platform nine and three-quarters, she nodded good-bye to her parents and walked through the barrier. Catching up with Ron and Harry, she absent-mindedly said, "Hi, boys. Have you seen Dra—never mind," she added hastily, noticing whom she was talking to.

"Hey 'Minie hun," grinned Ron bashfully as Harry gazed at her curves-in-all-the-right-places. As they walked on the train, for once everyone was staring, entranced, at Herminie.

"Lol I'm not the center of attention now," said Harry, using an acronym found on the Internet. Ron did not bother to ask him what "Lol" meant, as he was too busy watching Herminie's bum move as she walked.

As they walked past the Slytherin compartment, Herminie nodded silently to Draco Malfoy. He blushed and could be seen saying something to his mates. Harry and Ron, of course, did not notice any of this.

They reached an empty compartment and Ron slid the door open, holding it for Herminie. Harry walked in after her, and Ron came last. Herminie sat sandwiched between her two friends.

The journey was uneventful except for when Draco Malfoy came in, apologised to Harry and Ron and Herminie for being mean to them, and came to sit with the trio. Harry, Ron, and Draco all bought something from the trolley to give to Herminie, who of course entertained them all during the whole trip, since she was, after all, perfect.

"Okay, boys, we'll be there in five minutes," said she, getting up, "We'd better get dressed." The males all watched her pull her robes over her head, and they followed suit.

Reaching Hogwarts, Herminie stepped out of the train and whistled a long, resounding note, and a Thestral appeared at her side.

"I watched one of the muggle nerds who hated me die," she said nonchalantly. "Really, it was worth killing him for this." And without further ado, she mounted the horse, beckoned Malfoy to join her, and they set off into the glorious sunset. The Slyffindor duo was at the gates long before the carriages arrived. No one bothered to ask how and why she had gotten a Thestral to herself.

When they entered potions, Snape smiled appreciatively as she calmly and daintily answered all his questions and got the potion right.

In Charms, Flitwick clapped his hands and awarded Herminie twenty points when she performed a perfect Levicorpus charm.

In Transfiguration, McGonagall grinned at her and asked her to stay after class when Herminie Transfigured a desk into a pig flawlessly on her first try.

"You are truly talented," said McGonagall kindly, "Take this," and she gently put a box into Herminie's hands. Herminie smiled and left.

All the lessons went on like this. It would seem the Suethor had permanently taken over Hogwarts and turned it into Sparklypoo.

Herminie and Draco met in the Room of Requirement. It had a large, comfortable bed and beautiful décor.

"What's that?" asked Draco, pointing at the box in Herminie's hands.

"McGonagall gave me something…" she started, as she opened the box.

"Wow!" gasped the two in unison. A white-gold figurine of a Thestral had come out of the box, soaring around the room. Herminie looked at the note inside. It read:

For my baby

I love you, Herminine

Love, Draco

"Omg, Drakie, I love you," sighed Herminie.

"I love you too, 'Minie," said Draco with a mischievous smile.

You can see where this is going. Well, before the ten-year-old Suethor could finish writing the inappropriate scene, her mother walked into the room. She the Suethor hastily tried to delete the scene, but unfortunately deleted the whole story. Hermione regained her proper name and character and so did the others and they all lived happily ever after.

But you can't expect there to be only four Sues…tune in next week for more Sue-hunting fun!

Author's Note: No painful ending, but if I'd killed Herminie, I'd've killed Hermione too, wouldn't I? So yeah.
And I know this was rather weak, but I had the urge to write about a case where the Suethor had actually warped the entire school.
I promise the next one will be gory and well-written with lots of details. So bear with me.