The computer's pixilated face was clearly visible, and he seemed to have
been repaired from the overload because he was no longer smoking.
"Wasn't that fu-fu-fun?" he stammered. "Now, let's see what happens when our contest-est-estant meet each other for the first time."
The screen of the computer began to fade away into a picture of a grassy field with a castle located far in the distance. It was serene and quiet here, until the contestants began to appear slowly.
One by one, they sat on the wooded bench that lay before them. Once all seven of them appeared, they looked around for any sign of a host to the show. It took them a while before they realized that they all knew each other.
"Hey," Neville said, looking at Goyle. "Don't I know you?"
"We all know each other, you sad excuse for a human," spat Draco. "Isn't that right, Granger?"
He looked over at her, expecting her to respond, but she didn't.
"I said, 'Isn't that right, Grang-"
"I heard you the first time!" she said, obviously not in the mood for repition.
"Then you should respond to me when I summon you!" Draco said as Ginny gave him a "look."
"Oh, really?" she asked. "Isn't that so?"
"Oh, would you SHUT UP already?" he yelled towards one of the empty spots on the bench beside him. "I heard you the first time."
"What first time?" Neville asked, thoroughly confused, which isn't unusual for him.
"And you!" Draco exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Neville. "Don't you know when to just SHUT YOUR MOUTH?!"
"But..."
"AND IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU, POTTER, YOU CAN BET YOUR SORRY ASS I'LL STAB YOU WITH DENTAL FLOSS!"
And, because Neville's a git who never learned his lesson, he asked, "Isn't it choke?"
With that, Draco was now on top of Neville, pinching him on his cheeks, kind of like a sadistic aunt who only pinches you because her innermost wishes is to watch you squirm on the floor, as you try with all your might to make the pain stop, but your attempts are futile. Then, when you least expect it, your aunt kicks you and injects you with embalming fluid and watched the very life drain out of you. That's kind of what happened, only without the embalming fluid.
"AHH!" Neville screams in pain as Draco watches him, proud of the mess he had caused.
"I wonder where the host is," he asked Goyle, who just shrugged his shoulders and then continued with the very strenuous task of twiddling his thumbs.
Out of nowhere, a man dressed in an emerald-green suit walks over to the group of students as they watched Neville strangle himself with dental floss. Nobody seems to notice the man had appeared.
"Well, I guess I can wait until he finishes what he's doing," the man said, watching Neville.
"Oh, no, you dare not wait, Sir," Ron said nervously. "I want to get this game over with."
With that being said, Neville felt he had done a good job in showing everybody the Do's and Don't's of dental floss, or so he thought. But, according to everybody else who was there, before he had tied the floss into a noose before placing it around his neck, he muttered, quite seriously, "Goodbye, cruel world."
The contestant walked over to the benches and each of them took a seat, except for Harry, who just didn't feel like sitting at the moment.
"Welcome to the show 'Death over Loyalty," said the man. "My name is Frederick sir Xanadu, and I am you host for today.
"The object of the game is to survive three weeks in that castle over there," he explained, pointing to the castle in the background. "Now, you all may know this place as Hogwarts, but let me assure you, that does not make the task any easier."
"How so?" inquired Hermione. "And what exactly are the rules here?" Her question was followed by indistinct whispering among the contestants.
"Well..." Frederick started, "the last one to make it out alive is the winner."
"I think Potter and his friends may have a hard time of accomplishing that," Draco said harshly to Ginny, confusing her with Goyle. She just giggled and poked him softly in the arm.
"There is a catch, however," said Frederick.
"Isn't there always?" Neville thought aloud. Draco just glared at him and held up a container of dental floss. Neville shrieked in fright and covered his eyes.
"One of you is a mole," states sir Xanadu, not paying any mind to the fact that Draco may kill every one of the other contestants before the game has even started.
"A what?" Ron asks.
"You, Weasel. You're a mole," Draco spat. He suddenly realized that he should take a vacation from being the wise-ass with the smart remarks all the time. 'I'll let Goyle speak for a change,' he though to himself.
"Obviously Draco's doesn't know how to tell animals apart," Hermione states. "A mole can be one of four things, two of which I highly doubt have anything to do with this game at all. One, a mole is an animal, more specifically a rodent." She gave Draco a harsh glare, then continued. "Two, a mole is a distinguishable body marking. Three, it is a spicy sauce often made with chocolate. And four, a mole is the molecular weight of a substance expressed in grams."
She, apparently, paid no attention that she drove Ginny, Draco, Neville, and Goyle to sleep. Harry, on the verge of sleeping himself, poked himself in the left eye to prevent himself from dozing off.
"You seemed to have forgotten the most important one of all," sir Xanadu exclaims.
"I...I did?" she questioned in disbelief. "No...that couldn't have happened...I..."
"Oh, get over it," Ron complained. "Now you know how it feels to be normal for a change."
"Anyway," sir Xanadu interrupted. "One of you is a traitor. That's the catch."
"hmm...I'm a mole....hmmm...AHH!" Neville said just moments before he woke up from his one minute nap. "AHH! NO!!" he cried.
"What's the matter, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I dreamed I was turning into a ....naked mole rat," Neville's expression became more sullen as he spoke. "I was ..." he changed his tone to that of a whisper, "naked."
"Well, that usually happens when your a naked mole rat," Harry explained, covering his bleeding eye with a part of his cloak.
"...and when the mole wants to vote somebody off the show, he will be able to do so by killing them off, thus the game is called 'Death over Loyalty,'" sir Xanadu said, not pausing once.
"Wait, I heard killing," Golye said, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake himself up. He looked around, only to see all the other contestants looking at him incredulously.
"Goyle," Draco said. "You can talk?"
Goyle just looked at him, shrugged, and fell back asleep.
Hermione was too busy staring at sir Xanadu to notice anything Goyle was doing.
"Did you say, 'Kill'?" she asked him and he nodded." Isn't that illegal?"
"Maybe murder is illegal in the muggle world, Hermione, but not here," he said, pausing immediately after. He suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Now if you excuse me," he reached deep into one of his pockets pulled out a machete. "I have some unfinished business I must attend to." He strolled down the grassy meadows towards the sunset until he was seen no more.
"Well," Ron said, watching Neville as he kept checking his pants to make sure they were really there. "Let's get this game started."
"Um...maybe this isn't such a good idea, I mean, only one of us is going to get out of this contest alive. Should we risk it?" Hermione asked, unsure of whether the contest was a good idea.
"Of course," Harry exclaimed. "We'll get a lot of money for doing this. Besides, what have we got to lose?" He looked over towards Malfoy, then Neville, then back towards Hermione. "With the exception of me, of course. After all, I am your savior." He attempted to flip his hair over his shoulder dramatically, but realized that it was too short to have the same affect.
Hermione rolled her eyes, muttering, "Self absorbed git."
At that exact moment, Draco, Ginny, and Goyle woke up at the exact same time for reasons unknown to anyone. The seven students began to walk towards the castle as the sun sunk below the horizon in the distance.
A/N- Man, this story sucks. I don't even find it funny anymore. If you want to see this story continued, just send one of those review things and let me know what you think of it. Also, if it can be improved in anyway, just let me know. Oh, BTW, someone's going to be killed by the mole in the next chapter. I'd just thought I'd let you know.
"Wasn't that fu-fu-fun?" he stammered. "Now, let's see what happens when our contest-est-estant meet each other for the first time."
The screen of the computer began to fade away into a picture of a grassy field with a castle located far in the distance. It was serene and quiet here, until the contestants began to appear slowly.
One by one, they sat on the wooded bench that lay before them. Once all seven of them appeared, they looked around for any sign of a host to the show. It took them a while before they realized that they all knew each other.
"Hey," Neville said, looking at Goyle. "Don't I know you?"
"We all know each other, you sad excuse for a human," spat Draco. "Isn't that right, Granger?"
He looked over at her, expecting her to respond, but she didn't.
"I said, 'Isn't that right, Grang-"
"I heard you the first time!" she said, obviously not in the mood for repition.
"Then you should respond to me when I summon you!" Draco said as Ginny gave him a "look."
"Oh, really?" she asked. "Isn't that so?"
"Oh, would you SHUT UP already?" he yelled towards one of the empty spots on the bench beside him. "I heard you the first time."
"What first time?" Neville asked, thoroughly confused, which isn't unusual for him.
"And you!" Draco exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Neville. "Don't you know when to just SHUT YOUR MOUTH?!"
"But..."
"AND IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU, POTTER, YOU CAN BET YOUR SORRY ASS I'LL STAB YOU WITH DENTAL FLOSS!"
And, because Neville's a git who never learned his lesson, he asked, "Isn't it choke?"
With that, Draco was now on top of Neville, pinching him on his cheeks, kind of like a sadistic aunt who only pinches you because her innermost wishes is to watch you squirm on the floor, as you try with all your might to make the pain stop, but your attempts are futile. Then, when you least expect it, your aunt kicks you and injects you with embalming fluid and watched the very life drain out of you. That's kind of what happened, only without the embalming fluid.
"AHH!" Neville screams in pain as Draco watches him, proud of the mess he had caused.
"I wonder where the host is," he asked Goyle, who just shrugged his shoulders and then continued with the very strenuous task of twiddling his thumbs.
Out of nowhere, a man dressed in an emerald-green suit walks over to the group of students as they watched Neville strangle himself with dental floss. Nobody seems to notice the man had appeared.
"Well, I guess I can wait until he finishes what he's doing," the man said, watching Neville.
"Oh, no, you dare not wait, Sir," Ron said nervously. "I want to get this game over with."
With that being said, Neville felt he had done a good job in showing everybody the Do's and Don't's of dental floss, or so he thought. But, according to everybody else who was there, before he had tied the floss into a noose before placing it around his neck, he muttered, quite seriously, "Goodbye, cruel world."
The contestant walked over to the benches and each of them took a seat, except for Harry, who just didn't feel like sitting at the moment.
"Welcome to the show 'Death over Loyalty," said the man. "My name is Frederick sir Xanadu, and I am you host for today.
"The object of the game is to survive three weeks in that castle over there," he explained, pointing to the castle in the background. "Now, you all may know this place as Hogwarts, but let me assure you, that does not make the task any easier."
"How so?" inquired Hermione. "And what exactly are the rules here?" Her question was followed by indistinct whispering among the contestants.
"Well..." Frederick started, "the last one to make it out alive is the winner."
"I think Potter and his friends may have a hard time of accomplishing that," Draco said harshly to Ginny, confusing her with Goyle. She just giggled and poked him softly in the arm.
"There is a catch, however," said Frederick.
"Isn't there always?" Neville thought aloud. Draco just glared at him and held up a container of dental floss. Neville shrieked in fright and covered his eyes.
"One of you is a mole," states sir Xanadu, not paying any mind to the fact that Draco may kill every one of the other contestants before the game has even started.
"A what?" Ron asks.
"You, Weasel. You're a mole," Draco spat. He suddenly realized that he should take a vacation from being the wise-ass with the smart remarks all the time. 'I'll let Goyle speak for a change,' he though to himself.
"Obviously Draco's doesn't know how to tell animals apart," Hermione states. "A mole can be one of four things, two of which I highly doubt have anything to do with this game at all. One, a mole is an animal, more specifically a rodent." She gave Draco a harsh glare, then continued. "Two, a mole is a distinguishable body marking. Three, it is a spicy sauce often made with chocolate. And four, a mole is the molecular weight of a substance expressed in grams."
She, apparently, paid no attention that she drove Ginny, Draco, Neville, and Goyle to sleep. Harry, on the verge of sleeping himself, poked himself in the left eye to prevent himself from dozing off.
"You seemed to have forgotten the most important one of all," sir Xanadu exclaims.
"I...I did?" she questioned in disbelief. "No...that couldn't have happened...I..."
"Oh, get over it," Ron complained. "Now you know how it feels to be normal for a change."
"Anyway," sir Xanadu interrupted. "One of you is a traitor. That's the catch."
"hmm...I'm a mole....hmmm...AHH!" Neville said just moments before he woke up from his one minute nap. "AHH! NO!!" he cried.
"What's the matter, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I dreamed I was turning into a ....naked mole rat," Neville's expression became more sullen as he spoke. "I was ..." he changed his tone to that of a whisper, "naked."
"Well, that usually happens when your a naked mole rat," Harry explained, covering his bleeding eye with a part of his cloak.
"...and when the mole wants to vote somebody off the show, he will be able to do so by killing them off, thus the game is called 'Death over Loyalty,'" sir Xanadu said, not pausing once.
"Wait, I heard killing," Golye said, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake himself up. He looked around, only to see all the other contestants looking at him incredulously.
"Goyle," Draco said. "You can talk?"
Goyle just looked at him, shrugged, and fell back asleep.
Hermione was too busy staring at sir Xanadu to notice anything Goyle was doing.
"Did you say, 'Kill'?" she asked him and he nodded." Isn't that illegal?"
"Maybe murder is illegal in the muggle world, Hermione, but not here," he said, pausing immediately after. He suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Now if you excuse me," he reached deep into one of his pockets pulled out a machete. "I have some unfinished business I must attend to." He strolled down the grassy meadows towards the sunset until he was seen no more.
"Well," Ron said, watching Neville as he kept checking his pants to make sure they were really there. "Let's get this game started."
"Um...maybe this isn't such a good idea, I mean, only one of us is going to get out of this contest alive. Should we risk it?" Hermione asked, unsure of whether the contest was a good idea.
"Of course," Harry exclaimed. "We'll get a lot of money for doing this. Besides, what have we got to lose?" He looked over towards Malfoy, then Neville, then back towards Hermione. "With the exception of me, of course. After all, I am your savior." He attempted to flip his hair over his shoulder dramatically, but realized that it was too short to have the same affect.
Hermione rolled her eyes, muttering, "Self absorbed git."
At that exact moment, Draco, Ginny, and Goyle woke up at the exact same time for reasons unknown to anyone. The seven students began to walk towards the castle as the sun sunk below the horizon in the distance.
A/N- Man, this story sucks. I don't even find it funny anymore. If you want to see this story continued, just send one of those review things and let me know what you think of it. Also, if it can be improved in anyway, just let me know. Oh, BTW, someone's going to be killed by the mole in the next chapter. I'd just thought I'd let you know.