A/N: I decided to write a second part to this fic, simply because I have some spare time. That, and sugar. Mmm… sugar… -stops drooling- P.S. I dedicate this fic to my anonymous no name reviewer! P.S.S. I own all of these cha—wait, I don't? You mean I seriously don't own one Harry Potter character? Ahem. Sorry. Moving on!

Hermione sat silently contemplating the implications of the situation. What situation, you ask? Why, the new situation, of course! We semi-found the plot, but we seem to have lost all traces of reality in the process! If I were reality… wait… I had a similar conversation in my head in the last chapter, didn't I? Damn the irony. Irony. That's an element in stories, isn't it? There's some of that in he—OUCH! What?

It was at this point that the author angrily asked for Hermione to continue on instead of think-babbling again, seeing as she had places to go later and wanted to be there on time. Hermione sheepishly kicked at the ground, poofs of smoke and an anime-like sweat drop appearing at her forehead before fading out. The author sighs, missing the good old days when Hermione would act normally. But therein lies the problem. No sense of reality! Geez, haven't you been paying attention at all? Moving on!

Hermione suddenly appeared in Ron's room, wearing only a skimpy top and skirt.

"What in the he—," the author began, only to be cut off by an even more hulking and muscular Ron. The author proceeded to huff, but allowed the story to continue so she could later get reviews.

Ron and Hermione started to go at it like bunnies, because that's what they've been doing since the last chapter ended.

…Well, come on. What else would they be doing? You know that's what you wanted them to be doing. But you, being who you are, wished for the author to go into descriptive detail. Naughty, naughty readers.

After this side-bar, the author notices that Hermione and Ron have actually stopped doing the nasty, and were sitting playing checkers, looking rather bored, dressed up in Batman and Robin costumes. You may be wondering who's Batman and who's Robin, but there's a more important question. That's right. Why are they playing checkers? Well, because reality is missing. Honestly. Moving on!

"INCONSISTENT VIGILANCE!" Shouted Mad-Eye Moody as he hobbled through the door, dressed up as, well, himself… because all the ideas popping up into the author's head are scaring her far too much… Moving on!

Why is Mad-Eye screaming inconsistent vigilance, you ask? Because reality is missing! Geez! Stop asking questions! I mean, how do you not know that by now? You seriously are one dumb mother f—

- We apologize for the inconvenience. BostonSox-Fan has been properly sedated, and will continue the story, but only if you send her reviews saying you want more. Moving on! -