Chapter 3: Meeting Mary-Sue The next day, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Draco sighed. At least it wasn't bad weather. He couldn't have coped with bad weather. 'Please gods,' he pleaded silently. 'If you get me out of this mess, I won't ever make fun of Potter, Weasley or Granger ever again!' He clicked the heels of his shoes together, like he had seen that ugly brunette do on that Muggle movie. 'There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home...' Unfortunately for poor Draco, it didn't work. But an average sized blond girl popped up in front of the quartet. "Hi!" she greeted them happily. Brock's mouth dropped open. "Hi, you're very pretty," he drooled. Okay, so maybe he wasn't queer. The girl giggled. "I know, because I'm perfect! My name is Mary-Sue!" "Yes, you are perfect!" agreed Brock. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met!" "He says that to every girl," muttered Misty. "I know I am!" chirped Mary-Sue. "I'm also the nicest person you'll ever meet! And did I mention that there's virtually nothing wrong with me?" "Really?" gasped Brock. "What kind of talents do you have?" Mary-Sue giggled again, and the high-pitched laugh was seriously starting to annoy the bloody hell out of Draco. And he thought that he was bad! This girl was ten times worse! "I can do anything, without a single flaw! I play sports, I can sing, I can play every instrument out there, I'm the best Pokemon trainer out there and I can save the world all by myself!" she boasted. 'Damn you, apparation age limits,' he thought to himself. If only he could apparate out of here! When would this nightmare end? "I love you!" exclaimed Brock. "Would you go out with me?" "Because I'm too nice to say no, I'll say yes!" replied Mary-Sue. "Okay, sounds good to me!" Brock said happily and he kissed Mary-Sue passionately. "Oh, that's it!" cried Draco. "I can't take this anymore!" The look on his face was priceless. He had to get back to Hogwarts. He HAD to, no matter what! Draco ran to the nearest tree and started banging his head on the bark. Harder and harder and harder, until eventually the road they were on faded to black.