HP/ HG/ 1D/ Twilight ( not so much the last one:)

The boy who lived in Forks was having a staring contest with his two best mates Hermione and Ron at their weekly slumber party... Don't judge, when suddenly there was the unmistakable crack of apparition. Two men appeared with these really unfashionable suits... Usually at a time like this everyone would be dead serious and Harry and Hermione were until Ron stage whispered

" the eighties called... They want their outfits back " Harry and Hermione looked at each other trying to figure out whether to laugh or not but after a second they couldn't keep their faces straight and burst out laughing.

Meanwhile~~

The two men also looked at each other knowing that what they were going to do would be ten times worse than any insult thrown from this redheaded boy. They nodded at each other and threw three magical immobilisers at their targets... They hated this job but weren't able to quit... Ah well who's gonna miss them eh.

The last thing that Hermione heard was the faint whisper of an apology...

AN: ok guys this is a real jokey kind of fanfic so if your looking for something dark or tragic romance then... Go away.. Please?

Now that we've sorted that out can the rest of you tell me if you like the idea, me and Olivia... A girl that I happen to be friends with... Ok that sounds so... Distant, anyway we'll both be taking turns writing this so tell us what needs improving via the comments section below.... Now I sound like a youtuber... Multiple personality disorder... Aggghhh in short please comment ... Pleaaaassseee