Get A Clue? Why?

By Doodlemonkey45

Summary: He decides to 'write' a play. The play is…Clue?

Disclaimer: I own nothing! We own nothing! We all own nothing! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Harry finished by writing 'All participants in the play will come and bow. Curtain closes.' Then, wild band music, some cutely hot girls wearing short, sleeveless dresses come out holding signs, then throw their little cutely hot hats into the applauding crowd…Ah yes. He was meant to be a writer of plays.

Now to ask the people to do it!

"Sure. What part am I?" Ron asked once Harry told him.

"Um…Well, I'm colonel Mustard, so you…"

"What? I want to be the colonel! I'm always to colonel!"

"But I'm the only one who always directs people and makes them feel small and wimpy."

"WHO directed the chess game? WHO riskedhis life for you?"

"You win…"

"Ha. Always and forever."

Harry then made his way to Hermione. And asked her to be Miss Scarlet.

"Miss Scarlet? Harry! I…She's too…too…" Hermione searched for the right words.

"Sexy?" Harry offered. "Heck yeah. She has the biggest b-"

"Harry! That is un-dignified behavior! Put me down for Ms. Peacock. Have Ginny be Miss Scarlet. She has the right color of hair, and-"

"The bigger boo-"

"HARRY!" Hermione warned.

"Oh, alright, alright. But it's true." Harry huffed, and wrote Hermione's name next to Ms. Peacock. Now for Ginny. The one with big boo-

"Harry?" Said a voice. Dang. He always got interrupted during that word. Boo-

"Hermione said you wanted to see me." See?

"-Bs." Harry finished. Ha! Take that, Hermione!

"What?" Ginny asked.

"Er…Oh, nothing. Why would it be something? Haha…Uh…Yeah. I was wondering. I wrote a play, and was wondering if you would be Miss Scarlet."

"Miss Scarlet? From Clue? But, she's so… well…well endowed." Ginny reddened.

"So are you." Harry reasoned.

Ginny blushed furiously. "Put me down. Bye!"

Now for Neville. At least he didn't have BREASTS.

"I want to be Mr. Green."

"Okay! That mean's That I'm…Professor Plum? No way! Not that wimpy fruit!"

"Well I'm already Mr. Green, so there. Nyah!" Neville stuck his tongue out and jumped away laughing.

"Now for Mrs. White and…Um…The maid!" he only wants women to be around him. Women who are 'well endowed'.

Lavender Brown agreed to be Mrs. White, and Parvati would be…the maid!

They all settled down in a secretive room that no one happened to known about. It had costumes and stuff and was really handy. J

: The point where everyone reads off the scripts:

guide:

PP- Professor Plum

CM- Colonel Mustard

MW- Mrs. White

And so on..

PP: Oh, dear. We seem to be stuck in this haunted mansion all alone! I bet we'll go mad and start killing each other! Hehe…Not a bad idea!

MW: Oh my. You seem to be right! Oh well. I'll kill someone first.

CM: Shoulders back and guts in, men. Buck up and hold your breath till its over.

Hermione suddenly shot up. "Harry, this isn't like Clue! It's just taking the character names and movie title!"

"I never said I saw the whole thing! All I remember is some lady going 'I…am…your singing telegram' BANG! I've made most of this up and taken the names from the board game. On with the show!

MS: Oh well…at least there's men and women…we can repopulate this building till it's not boring anymore. I choose…

Ginny trailed off. "Colonel Mustard? Harry…Does…?"

"Yup! A LOT, too. That's why I wanted to be CM. But NO-o-o. Ron had to take it. Onward!"

Ginny sighed and slunk up to Ron, draping herself over him. Ron winced, and Hermione went red with anger. She turned away.

MP: Gin- Scarlet! You…Scarlet Woman! Get away from him! He's mine!

CM: Oh, MP! I never knew you felt that way about-

"CUT!" Harry shouted. "Cut, cut, cut! I'm not changing the script. Ron, get back over to Ginny. Hermione- Just do us a favor and SHUT UP. GO!"

Ginny fiddled with CM's collar and kissed him.