Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Please, I'm begging you, review my fics! I spent hours on "I don't mean to hurt you." Now, review or I'll do something bad to your favorite character! I mean it! Or I'll write a Harry x Draco yaoi fanfic! Or, to the yaoi fans, I'll kill all the males off! Except you, Neville, dear. And Lupin-sensei is allowed to live, too!
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Roxy snapped, and she, along with her two guests, were back on the ground, inside the set.
"Time for the next round! The roles are as follows:" she began to read off of a list, handing out costumes. "Malfoy, you're a star ballerina, yes, still a female one. Harry, you're the male leading opposite Malfoy. Hermione, you're the jealous understudy. Ron, you're Malfoy's obsessed fan. Voldie, you're the director."
"Frog Demon, why do you keep casting me as a woman?" the boy who played the female lead asked carefully.
"Because it irks you so."
"And why do you keep writing my POV's, filled with tortured angst?"
"Because I like writing for you."
Malfoy backed away, as if he were dealing with a complete psychopath, which we're not sure of. Their... supervisor cleared her throat.
"Whoever wins this is going to star in a little omake. You'll try your best... or else."
They all nodded fearfully.
"Now," she continued. "Pick names."
"Giselle!" exclaimed Malfoy, almost happily, as though he enjoyed crossdressing.
"Georgio," muttered Harry.
"Carmen," Hermione said uncertainly.
"Billy," Ron added, in the same tone of voice.
"Mr. Piloshiit!" the Dark Lord announced, oblivious to the sniggering around him.
"Well, then, get in your places!" she said, and then she snapped her fingers.
All the actors were in their places, and Roxy was sitting with her guests in front of a mirror that showed what went on elsewhere...
"Oh, Georgio, isn't this wrong?" Giselle breathed as she sat down on the bed.
"Yes, but we're in love. Nobody will stand in our way!" Gergio said boldly.
Unbeknownst to them, Carmen was watching them from the window, a bitter look on her face. Seconds later, she burst open the door, closely followed by Billy.
"Can I have your autograph, darling?" he exclaimed, glomping Giselle.
"EEEEEK! Get off of me!"
"Georgio, I called Mr. Piloshiit and he's on his way here!" the understudy exclaimed.
"You WHAT?!" the two stars exclaimed, followed by "Bitch!" from the female one.
Billy was nuzzling Giselle's chest. She pulled out a giant hammer and hit him on the head repeatedly with it, yelling "PERVERT!" the entire time.
The director ran in the open door, screamed like a little girl, and then fainted. Carmen ran to his side and dumped a glass of water on his face.
"What the hell are you doing to my star?!" he screamed at Billy, who was bleeding from several places.
"I ish grettig Ootogarph!" he said happily through a heavy nosebleed.
"OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU!" the stars screamed together.
Their uninvited guests whimpered and left. Giselle and Georgio then made... ahem... hot monkey love.
Roxy appeared, clapping. "Time for me to eliminate one of you!"
Malfoy and Harry both looked to be extremely ill, and Hermione was giving Ron a tissue for his nose. Voldemort was dancing around happily, singing.
"I love you! You love me!"
The writer took off her shoe and calmly threw it at him.
"Shut up or I'll write a lemon between you and Snape."
"Eep."
"Now, then, Ron, you're out."
He began to dance around a little bit, dripping bloody snot here and there.
"Hermione, can you get a bucket for him, please?"
Even more is waiting!