Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! Here is chapter three.
Oh and I forgot the disclaimer last time so here it is: I do not own Harry Potter characters or plotline. I do, unfortunately, own the Mary Sue you see before you. This applies to the entire story. Oh, and if you've read the infamous "My Immortal", you'll notice a reference to that in here. Now on with the chapter!
-Platform 9 ¾-
At precisely ten in the morning on September the first, Angela Darkness Marisu arrived at King's Cross station. She was dressed in a pleated pink miniskirt with a sparkly white plunging halter top. To complete the look, three-inch heels graced her lovely feet and she clutched a matching Guess purse in her perfectly manicured fingers. She flipped her blond curls – today in a messy half bun like Amy Lee in the video for "Going Under" – and clacked her way over to a seat to take a look at her train ticket. She was the epitome of sexuality and innocence all at the same time and she looked absolutely ravishing. She flashed innocent grins at the men who stopped in their tracks to stare at her.
'Why, everyone seems to stare at me where ever I go. Oh, how hard it is to be this beautiful!' she sighed as she sat down. She was almost in tears because of her predicament. Suddenly, a boy of about fifteen came up to her. He a pale, pointed face and grey eyes like a thunderstorm (oh the originality!).
"Is this seat taken?" he asked. Angela looked up into his beautiful grey eyes and instantly fell in love. She flashed her best smile at the attractive blond boy and said "no" in the sexiest voice she could muster.
"Oh, good. I can take it then." He grabbed the seat and walked away to his friends. Angela gaped open-mouthed, managing to do it in a beautiful way. Had her charms failed her? She was going overboard with the amount of depressing things that had happened to her so far. She almost took out her cell phone to call Teen help line when a thought occurred to her. "Hmph!" She huffed, "He probably didn't want to sit with me because he would make his friends jealous. Aww, how sweet and considerate he is to his friends! I think I love him!" and with that, she was instantly happy.
A while later, Angela joined the rest of the students walking towards platform 9 ¾. You see, she was psychic and could therefore tell which people were wizards and which ones were muggles. She skipped to the wall between platforms nine and ten, her halter threatening to reveal her ample bosom. Muggles and wizards alike gaped to see this spectacle of a girl for they had never seen anyone so innocent looking and scantily dressed at the same time. When Angela Darkness Marisu reached the wall, she gracefully disappeared through it onto platform 9 ¾. The muggles watching her wondered where the girl had disappeared. Curiosity led to horror as a few Muggles who had been watching realized there was a magical wall in which people disappeared to. Needless to say, The Ministry arrived and had to obliterate some memories, but since Angela had not deliberately caused the near exposure of the wizarding world, she was off the hook. After all, Azkaban was no place for such a darling sweetheart!
Anyway, Angela Darkness Marisu hopped on the train and found an empty compartment. She sighed musically as she sat down on the comfortable seat. The train started to move when three people walked into the compartment.
"Do you mind? All the other compartments are taken." Spoke a brown-haired girl of about fifteen. This girl was Hermione Granger, except she looked completely different. Summer had been very, very good to her. Hermione's usual bushy brown hair was tamed and now fell in smooth waves all the way down to her shapely behind. Two guys followed Hermione inside, gawking at her grown bum.
Angela flashed all thirty-five teeth and shook her head, sunshine hair bouncing. The two males immediately diverted their attention from Hermione's buttocks to gawk at this new spectacle.
"Uh…I'm Ron Weasley," said the red head as he made his way over to sit next to Angela. Angela giggled in greeting.
"And I'm Harry Potter!" Harry immediately slipped himself in between Ron and Angela. Hermione glared. She sat down on the opposite seat fuming mad that she had been outperformed. She had not had a makeover during the summer for no reason!
Angela looked at Hermione's face and giggled, "My name's Angela Darkness Marisu, and I'm a transfer student at Hogwarts. In fact, I'm the first ever transfer student Hogwarts has ever accepted!"
Ron and Harry gaped even more. Not only was Angela beautiful, you see, but she also had the voice of a thousand Angels singing in harmony. Even Hermione found her anger melting away. "I'm Hermione Granger. But you can call me Hormone. You see, I used to be hideous, but I got a makeover in the summer and now I look like this! So I figured I should change my name as well!" The new Hermione…err Hormone had also developed the habit of bouncing up and down whenever she talked. Harry and Ron's brains went haywire as they debated whether to look at Hormone's breasts or Angela's. Both pairs were virtually bursting out of their owner's tops.
"Well, Hormone, I think we should go to the prefects carriage now. You know, for the meeting," Ron slid over to Hormone and wiggled his eyebrows in a highly suggestive way. Hormone giggled as Ron squeezed her butt and she waltzed out of the compartment, Ron hot in pursuit.
"Bye, you too!" Hormone giggled from the corridor and her and Ron disappeared. Angela giggled once again as she stared at Harry's Quidditch toned muscles for Harry had now taken off his plaid polo shirt.
"Better get changed into robes," he flashed a grin. Now you see, Harry had also changed over the summer. He had run away from the Dursley's house and had started living at the gym. He worked out during the day and played quidditch during the night. In other words, Harry had become a bona fide hunk and had gained the confidence of a lion. He had spent a good summer indeed.
"You don't have to change yet, Harry Potter, we just left King's Cross." Angela smiled and fluttered her three-inch long eyelashes. Harry was blown away. Literally. The wind from Angela's eyelashes had knocked him back. Harry grinned. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than Angela Darkness Marisu. He leaned in closer to her.
"You know, you can call me Angelo. Everyone else has started to." He whispered sexily. Harry…err Angelo grabbed Angela around the waist and they started to kiss passionately. It was getting pretty hot and heavy when Angela realised that she loved that blond boy she had met earlier.
"Wait!" she cried. "We can't do this!"
"What? Why not? Come on! Our names sound so much alike! We're destined to be together!"
"No! I love…somebody else." Angela sobbed. "But…I think I also love you…this is so confusing!" She ran out of the compartment, crying but still looking good. She was running blindly down the corridor when she ran into a boy with a toned chest.
"Well, hello there," he smirked, "haven't seen you around before. Are you new?" he had a familiarly sexy voice.
"Blondie!" Angela immediately covered her mouth when she realized she had said this out loud. She giggled apologetically.
"Oh yes! I remember now! We met at the station. Name's Draco Malfoy, but you can call me Dragon. Everyone else has started to." He flashed a winning grin. You see Malfoy had also changed during the summer. He was no longer albino skinned. He had gotten a permanent beach tan (with the use of the "Hocus Tan-us" spell, of course) and had shot up to a staggering six feet in height. He had also acquired muscles in all the right places through vigorously playing Quidditch with his father (who was now a good and loving man). Malfoy had also become a sex god. The time he didn't spend playing Quidditch with his father, Malfoy spent picking up girls and seducing them into his bed. His father Lucius Malfoy was completely supportive of his son's habits and even gave him money sometimes to pay for his promiscuity. Needless to say, Draco…err Dragon Malfoy had become a bona fide man-whore, a fact that made him extra sexy.
Anyway, Angela and Dragon gawked at each other, each basking in the other's luminescent beauty. Suddenly, Dragon got a naughty idea.
"Shall we?" he asked Angela with arched eyebrows and gestured towards an empty compartment. Angela giggled and led the way inside. After talking about their depressing childhoods for a while, Angela could not help but feel herself getting hot. She wanted Dragon. BAD. Dragon read Angela's mind and leaned in seductively. They started to "French" passionately. This was exactly how Angela imagined it would be to kiss Dragon. She moaned with pleasure as she learned the art of making out (she had forgotten how to since her last time). Suddenly, Angelo stormed in.
"How could you?" he cried.
"Angelo! What are you doing here?" The tension was too much for the darling to handle and she almost fainted. Almost. She started crying and hyperventilating. Dragon and Angelo both tried to calm her down and when by the time they had made Angela stop crying, the train had reached Hogwarts.
"Look what you did, Potter!" Dragon spat, "don't you know she's fragile?"
Angelo looked at Angela apologetically, "I'm so sorry, my love"
Angela glared at both boys, "can't you two just get along? I know I must choose one of you, but I need some time!" that said, she stormed out of the compartment to change into her Hogwarts uniform.
Dragon scratched his head while Angelo shuffled his feet. Then they both extended their arms and shook each other's hands. "Friends?" Angelo asked.
"Best friends!" Dragon exclaimed, "I guess we'll have to give Angela some time to decide who she loves more. May the best man win, Potter."
"By all means, Malfoy, call me Angelo."
"Okay, as long as you call me Dragon."
"Deal." And the two boys got off the train, arms around each other's shoulders all friendly-like.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! By the way, I don't think Hermione is/was hideous to begin with. As I said before, I'm not too crazy about this story, so it's not really the best parody. Meh. I'm actually more attached to my FFVII story, which will be updated soon. Please leave a review as they make the world go round. Thanks! And if you could make some suggestions as to how I can bash this Sue further, I will be ever so grateful!