A/N: Well, this is just an idea that came to me this afternoon after I watched Clue (With Tim Curry). I hope you all like it; I'm going to make it a rather long novel (not JKR long, but clearly not a oneshot.) Well? What are you waiting for? Read on.

Super-Ultra-Disclaimer: If I owned Clue, the movie would be remade constantly (because it's so AWESOME); and if I owned Harry Potter, Hermione would've dumped Ron by now.

"Miss?" The house elf asked, looking nervous.

"Yes?" Its mistress replied sharply, not looking away from her fire. With her especially, it seemed true that firelight made one more appealing. Her long hair cascaded around her, giving her the appeal of a much warmer character.

"Somebody has arrived."

Finally, she tore her eyes from the flames dancing before her. "Who is it?"

"It is… Draco Malfoy, Miss."

"Very good. The others will be here shortly, I trust?"

"Yes, Miss."

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"Hello, Miss," The house elf said as it opened the door. "May I take your jacket?"

"No, thank you," Ginny Weasley replied as she walked inside. "It's rather cold, if I do say so myself. I do love your outfit, though."

"Mistress made it for me," The house elf blushed as it tugged at the light purple suit it was wearing. "She says that it is important to look your best, always. No matter what the occasion."

"That brings me to my next question: who exactly has invited me here?"

"You shall see, Miss," the elf said, leading Ginny along. After going through the grand entryway, the elf led Ginny into a room that seemed full to the brim with books.

"Oh, Hermione would love this room," Ginny smiled as she looked around.

"Ginevra," A cool voice said. Ginny looked around and saw none other than Draco Malfoy staring at her, his eyes looking positively radiant against his Slytherin Green tie.

"Draco, it has been too long," she said as he kissed her hand. He slid his hand down her back and smiled.

"That is quite the outfit," He said. Her white silk dress was very tight until it hit her waist, and then until it hit her knees, it puffed out.

"I try," Ginny said airily. "Now, what is going on here? Why are you having a dinner party?"

"I'm certainly…" Draco began, but stopped speaking when Harry Potter walked into the room. "Harry Potter."

"You certainly are not Harry Potter," Ginny laughed, before turning and seeing her husband staring at her. "Harry?"

"Gin?" Harry asked, reaching up instinctively to make sure that the top button of his purple shirt was snapped.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"But you won't," Ginny said pointedly. "Because I asked you first."

"I was invited to dinner," Harry said, pulling out a scroll of paper.

"So was I."

"So nice of you to send us the invites, Malfoy."

"Although I don't see why," Ginny said, taking Harry's hand nervously.

Draco scratched his head. Then, the door to the library opened once again, and Hermione Granger walked in, looking striking in a short, red dress and black fishnet stockings. "I should've expected you'd thrown a party, Harry!" Hermione squealed, hugging Harry and Ginny. "But I never expected you'd invite Malfoy…"

"Malfoy invited us," Ginny said, looking from Malfoy to Hermione.

"Sure, let's go with that," Draco said under his breath. "It's lovely to see you, Hermione." He kissed her hand as he had Ginny's, and she flushed scarlet.

"You too, Draco."

"Where's your husband?" Draco sneered, making Hermione blush.

"I don't know…"

"Lost track of him again, have we?"

"Shut it, Malfoy," Ron Weasley said as he walked in, slamming the door of the room behind him. He wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist protectively.

"That's no way to treat your superior, Weasley," Malfoy smirked. "I see you didn't dress for the occasion. Tacky, as always." Ron's ears reddened as he looked down at his yellow tie.

"They match my socks," He said defensively, pulling up the bottom of his pant leg to expose the mustard yellow socks that had once belonged to Harry.

"And here I am," Pansy Parkinson said regally, throwing the door to the library open and parading in. Her long, sleek, blue dress complimented her pale skin and dark hair miraculously. Behind her trailed Neville Longbottom, looking lost and confused. "Fancy seeing you here, darling," she said as she kissed Draco's cheek.

"Oh yes, remembered you have a husband, eh?" Draco said, kissing her in return.

"Hello, Neville," Ginny said, kissing his cheek.

"Hi, Gin," Neville smiled.

"Let's get a move on with this dinner date, Malfoy," Harry said bluntly. "I've got better things to waste my Friday night doing."

"Why do I always have to do everything?" Draco asked sullenly.

"Because it's your house and it's your party!"

"Actually," Draco began. Before he could finish, however, the door to the library opened, and Theodore Nott entered, looking very suave in a neatly pressed suit.

"Theo," Pansy cooed when he placed his hand on the small of her back and kissed her mouth lightly.

"Pansy, Darling. Let's get this show on the road, shall we? We should probably start with dinner. The dining room?" He asked, and everybody stood, dumbfounded, as he led them out into a miraculous dining room.

"Now, then," Theo said, folding his hands. "Who gathered us here tonight?"

"Draco," Hermione said, pointing at Draco, who stood awestruck by his place setting.

"Now, darling, if I invited you, why would I not be at the head of the table?"

"But who else would invite other people to your house?" Harry said, resting his head in his hands.

"I never said…"

"Where am I supposed to sit?" Neville asked, looking around as the chairs filled up.

"Begging your pardon, sir, but you were only invited at the last minute, so I forgot to put a place setting down," the tiny house elf said, entering the room with a chair that was at least twice its size. Hermione hurried to help the tiny elf place the chair next to the table.

"When did your invitations come?" Neville asked, looking around the room. There was a mixture of 'this morning's and 'yesterday afternoon's, and Neville flushed. "Mine came this evening."

"Nice of you to join, then," Theo said. "And with no date. Tut, it is a shame indeed."

"Well, what did your invitation say?" Neville asked Theo.

"It simply said that I was expected to attend this dinner, and if I didn't, there would be… consequences."

"That's strange," Harry piped up for the first time. "Mine simply said that it was in my best interest to come." There were murmurs of ascent from those around him.

"Well, I think I know why," Theodore concluded after a minute. Everybody looked at him, clearly shocked.

"Why?" Ron asked when nobody else said anything.

"I think that I have been called here to discuss what has been happening for the past half year," Theodore said coldly.

"Nothing's been happening, though," Hermione said anxiously. "Has there?"

"Indeed, there has."

"What, then?" Ron prompted.

"I believe that I have been summoned to tell you some…secrets."

"Secrets about what?" Pansy asked. Ginny scoffed and said something that sounded a lot like 'we all know that you love gossip, Parkinson', but fell silent when Theodore gave her a cold look.

"You see, I know certain secrets about all of you. Secrets that I will benefit greatly from exposing tonight."

A/N: Well? How was it? I conclude that you know who everyone is (movie-wise). I'll give you a hint, and hope you can deduce the rest: Ron's wearing mustard yellow socks.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed it! R&R? Or I'll get you… with the candlestick in the study :P

Love,
Sinead