NybCR: A WARNING to everyone who's about to read this: this story is meant only for those who have a high, HIGH tolerance for utter and complete stupidity, terrible writing, more stupidity, and a potentially illegal amount of uncreative Mary Sues. You have been warned!
Disclaimer: Yeah, like I actually own Hermione. Only the Mary Sues, and frankly, I'm starting to wish I didn't own them, you know? But anyway.
NybCR: Haha, I'll bet you all thought I was dead, didn't you? Nonsense! I'm just being lazy... well, I did start college recently, so maybe that had something to do with it too. Regardless, I may be a bit rusty with my Sue-Humor, so forgive me if the third chapter's a bit lacking.
Edit: Bah! I am so rusty I forgot to write most important word in the entire chapter over and over again!
Chapter Three
Marvin and Hermione
In case the readers are wondering why the third chapter was so long in coming, it is because NybCR and RCbyN had both died from stupidity, and it took the Mary Sues and Marty Stus over a year to find another author who was willing to continue this story. I am that author. As the author is new, the author thought she should introduce herself. She is Nybia Cravets, and definitely NOT NybCR or RCbyN in any way, shape, or form.
(The facts about these two authors' demise may vary depending on your sources. The author, Nybia Cravets, actually received a letter from NybCR claiming that she had not, in fact, died, but was merely hiding from the Mary Sues before they could force her into slavery again. RCbyN, on the other hand, has not been heard from since he wrote Chapter One: We're Transfer Students, Honest. His baseball cap, on the other hand, has been found on the floor of the author's bedroom, so the author is just kinda assuming he has been eaten by rabid, mutant can-openers.)
Regardless, the Sues and Stus did not hire Miss Cravets for introductions. They hired her to write about their various adventures in Hogwarts. Therefore, on with the story!
Hermione was on her way to her first class of the day, which also happened to be the first class of the school year. The day by which class begins at the starting of the year; not technically the first day, since the first day was the previous day, when the firsts and the rest arrived, but the first day for classes to have their first class. The first class of the second day but the actually the first day for such activities. Simple, yes?
Normally, Hermione would be walking with Harry and Ron, but they were not with her today. Also normally, this is where the author would put in a reasonable explanation as to their absence; however, the author was not given a decent excuse to write and is too lazy to come up with one herself, so she will omit any reasonable explanation and simply hope that the readers do not notice.
Regardless, Hermione was walking to her first class, Ancient Runes. On the way there, a boy with brilliant jet black eyes watched her, and he began walking toward her in a brilliant manner.
"Excuse me," Marvin "Brilliant" Sugden said, "but we seem to be heading to the same class, and I was wondering if you would mind walking with me."
Hermione blushed and nodded. She had seen Marvin when he had been so brilliantly sorted and immediately thought that he was very dashing and brilliant. She had also heard that he was extremely intelligent and brilliant—which could only earn him bonus points in Hermione's book. Where, exactly, she heard these rumors is unknown, and it puzzles the greatest of scientists, since it was only the first day of class and rumors don't start circulating until at least the second day of class.
But even so, Hermione was very taken with the brilliant Marvin, and in Ancient Runes, her chestnut-brown eyes kept wandering to look at the back of his brilliant head, which was covered with brilliant, smooth, silky hair the color of deep violet, like brilliant violets brillianted newly brilliant bloomed brillaintly in the brilliant spring. Man I'm getting tired of that word. Hermione was enamoured with the way the sun shone with such brilliance off of his brilliant head.
Once class was over, Hermione was determined to avoid him as much as possible, embarassed she might accidentally do something stupid. But as she walked down the corridor to her second class, she tripped—and was brilliantly caught by none other than Marvin.
Hermione was too stunned to speak, but Marvin simply smiled, brilliance shining in the simple curve of his brilliant lips.
And gave her a brilliant kiss on the cheek.
And walked away, leaving brilliance in his wake.
And Hermione watched him in all his brilliance.
And she knew immediately that she was in brilliant love.
And the author would love to continue writing these brilliantly grammatically incorrect fragmented paragraphs, each starting with a conjunction.
But the author needs to go to the bathroom.
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