Rating: no sex, explicit violence, disturbing imagery
Disclaimer: not mine, never were, not ever going to be.
Harry hated fighting in the rain. The rain poured down on the group of them, and made the ground slippery and slick. The only good thing about fighting in the rain was that it dissolved the monsters once they were dead. It made clean-up much easier.
Harry stared at the gorgeous, petite, dishwater blonde gracefully fighting three huge green monsters. She was so perfect in every way, and best of all she was shorter than he was. That was a difficult thing to find in superheroines these days. She finished killing the monsters, and stood protectively in front of a little man with tousled hair and huge brown eyes.
"Are you alright, Frodo, dear?" Buffy asked.
Frodo nodded, and glanced surrepticiously at a tall man clad in red and blue swinging from tree to tree and using wads of thick white goo to disarm a large orange demon. Harry turned to the man Frodo was so fascinated by, and shook his head. The man was tall and strapping, with bulging muscles and a nice grin when he remembered to take off his superhero mask. All Harry had to impress Buffy was a strong, stiff wand and his powerful magic. At least he knew Buffy liked short men, if Frodo was any indication.
As Harry watched, Hermione stepped out of the woods and pointed her small, delicate wand, hidden in the folds of her drenched robe, toward the orange demon. She muttered a few words, and the demon shrank so small it drowned in the gobs of white goo that came from Spiderman.
Hermione turned to Spiderman smiling, and he ginned back at her.
"Great job, Hermione," Spiderman said. "Even with all my superpowers, you are a much better hero than I am."
Hermione stared at him, confused, and when Frodo spoke up to agree with Spiderman, Hermione became even more confused. Frodo and Spiderman quickly became embroiled in a conversation about how wonderful Hermione was, although Harry noticed that Frodo seemed to do more agreeing with Spiderman than complimenting Hermione. When he glanced over to Buffy, he saw she was clutching her stake, caressing and stroking it, and staring at Frodo intently.
Harry shivered. She really was the most beautiful woman ever.