Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related - it all belongs to the amazing J.K.Rowling. I also do not own the game, characters, or rules of Clue - it all belongs to Parker Brothers. I do, however, own the idea of putting the two together ::audience rolls eyes:: Uhh, yea....

A/N: Well, its obvious Harry Potter readers are a tough crowd. No reviews? Come on, this can't be THAT bad. Or can it? Well, whatever..PLEASE read & review!!


Wizard's Clue
Chapter 2: Cleaning


Draco continued standing there, mouth open, too dumbfounded to speak. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny continued laughing and making comments.

I thought he was going to realize the error of his ways? I guess it wasn't a mistake after all, Hermione chided.

Oops! Now poor Malfoy's gonna have to do some manual labor, Ron chuckled.

Draco whipped around. Oh shut up, Weasel. I can handle it. Just because I am wealthy enough to own servants, unlike you Weasleys, to do my chores and cleaning for me doesn't mean I am incapable of doing them myself.

Harry and Ginny quickly grabbed Ron's arms to keep him from beating the crap out of Draco. Although Ginny felt like helping him, she kept her temper as she struggled to control her brother's.

Hermione sighed. Whatever, Malfoy. Just prove it by actually helping us clean this place up.

He smirked and surveyed the room. Fine. I'll clean out the closet. All I have to do is move crap around.

Good, you do that, Hermione muttered as she, Ron, Ginny, and Harry divided the rest of the work.

Draco meanwhile had grabbed a dust cloth and opened the closet door. He was greeted by piles of boxes stocked on top of one another and shelves lined with dusty books. His eyes widened at the amount of the mess. He didn't think one lousy dust cloth would be any help. He decided to start his task by moving the boxes so he could clean around them. He picked one up, and underestimating its weight, dropped it on the ground. The effect of the drop shook the entire closet, sending an avalanche of dust all over the 15 year old.

Outside, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were diligently working when they heard the thud followed by a loud groan. Ginny and Harry were slopping soap on the floors and then rolled their mops across it. It wasn't doing much except for spreading the dirt around. Ron was attempting to de-rust the cauldrons, a job he found was going to take a while. Hermione was cleaning out one of the two hundred stained jars that filled the shelves, and lifted her head at the noise.

Do you think he's alright?

Um, do you think we care? Harry asked.

Ron agreed. Yea, really Mione. This is Malfoy we're talking about. I couldn't care less if a Dementor was in there sucking the life out of him.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Neither could I, you nitwit. It's just that if something happens, and he lives to tell the tale, he's going to blame it on us.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded in understanding, both silently forming the word on their lips. Before Hermione could remark about their denseness, Draco came out of the closet muttering something about being allergic to dust. The Gryffindors' eyes widened at the sight. His Hogwarts robes were no longer black, but a white-gray. His face and hands were caked with dust, and his tousled blond hair was now speckled. He kept spitting wads of dust out of his mouth, and Harry couldn't contain himself.

Oh my gosh, look out! It's the Abominable snowman!

The who?!? Ron and Ginny asked, quite puzzled.

Harry glanced at Hermione, who shook her head and laughed. Um, nevermind.

The closet too much for you to handle, Malfoy? Ginny chuckled.

Wow, never thought I'd see a day where Draco Malfoy wasn't pale as a ghost, Ron laughed.

Oh, sod off, all of you! Draco growled. I drop one bloody box and the entire closet of dust falls on me! Just my luck.

Hermione laughed at his predicament. To see Draco Malfoy covered in dust was a once in a lifetime sight. You should have taken your robe off so it wouldn't have gotten filthy.

Draco took a moment to notice that everyone else was robe-free and glared at her. Sorrrrrry. I didn't think of it. He removed his robe, revealing dark gray GAP sweatpants and a t-shirt. Happy, mudblood?

Hermione no longer flinched or became upset at the usage of that name. She ignored it and shook her head. No, because I couldn't care less. I just found it funny, that's all.

Muggle clothes, eh, Malfoy? I figured you'd find that too low for such a high and mighty pureblood wizard like yourself to wear, Harry sneered.

Draco rolled his eyes. No, Potter, I don't. They're very comfortable, if you must know.

Harry shrugged as he and the others resumed their work. Draco trekked back into the closet to continue moving boxes.

About an hour and a half later, the students were leaning towards the end of their work. Ron had somehow managed to rid most of the cauldrons of their rust; how, nobody knows. Hermione was spraying one of her last ten jars with glass cleaner. Her job had been tedious, but now the jars were clear and gleamed in the light. After Harry and Ginny had mopped the entire floor, Harry dusted the shelves while Ginny wiped down the desks.

Draco was surveying his rearrangement of the boxes and books. As he glanced about the closet, his eyes landed on a box he must have forgotten. He scowled, grabbed his dust cloth, and walked over to the box. Except it wasn't a box, made of cardboard and sealed shut. It was some sort of wooden chest, Draco observed as he dusted it off. Curious, he lifted the lid and peered inside. He could make out a long rectangular box. He pulled it out and blew off a small portion of the dust on the top. There were a few people drawn on the box and the word CLUE' was printed in big bold letters across the top. From the looks of it, Draco guessed it was what Muggles called a board game'. There was only one way to find out.

Stepping out of the closet, and wiping more dust off of the box, Draco called, Hey Granger, what's

Hermione looked at him. Excuse me?

Draco dropped the game on one of the desks while Hermione, Ron, and Harry made their way over. Ginny's eyes bulged out of their sockets when the dust from the box sprinkled all over the desk.

Malfoy, do you mind?!? I just cleaned that desk, she shrieked.

So clean it again, Draco told her lazily.

Before she could add any cruel remarks, Ron put a hand on her shoulder while Hermione stepped beside Draco and examined the box. It looks to me like Clue', a popular Muggle detective game. The object is to figure out who killed Mr. Boddy, with what weapon, and in which room.

She looked up at Draco. This was in the closet? He nodded and Hermione furrowed her brow. Why would someone keep a Muggle board game hidden in some storage closet in the dungeons of Hogwarts?

The others shrugged, confused. Ron opened the box and pulled out the game board. He turned it at different angles, reading each of the room names.

What are all the rooms for?

You have to move your pawn around the board and eliminate rooms, suspects, and weapons as you go. It's kind of hard to explain, Harry told him, the only other person besides Hermione to have heard of the game.

Can we play? Ron asked.

Hermione gave him a skeptical look. Ron, we have to finish cleaning this place. We don't have the time.

Sure we do. We don't have that much more to do. It's only 9:00; Snape is coming back at midnight. It can't take three hours to play one lousy game, Draco added.

Ron turned to stare at him. Did you just side with me, Malfoy? he asked in utter disbelief.

Yes, I did. But don't get used to it, Weasley. I normally would never ever side with you. This game just sounds somewhat interesting, that's all.

The redhead snorted. Well, good, cause I normally wouldn't want you on my side. He looked around at the others. Who else wants to play?

Ginny, who had been silently fuming at Malfoy, grinned. I'm in.

Great, that's 3 to 2. It's settled then, we're playing, Draco announced. He looked down at the game and then up at Harry and Hermione. Um, how do we play?

Hermione shot Harry a pleading look, but he grinned lopsidedly. Sorry, Mione. I haven't played this in a while. He proceeded in removing the pieces from the box and putting them in the correct locations. You playing,

Hermione looked around at their expectant faces. She sighed reluctantly. Fine. I'll explain the rules.

While she was trying to explain the rules to Draco, Ron, and Ginny, Harry continued setting the game up. They each picked a token; all but Mrs. White were taken. He put the cards in three piles and chose one card from each and placed them in the envelope. He then shuffled and began handing out the remaining cards. Too bad he didn't look at the cards before dispensing them; he would have realized the suspects' eyes moved, the weapons were three dimensional, and objects floated around in the rooms.

Once he was finished, Harry sat back in his chair and drowned out the confused questions being thrown at Hermione. He absentmindedly picked up the dice and lazily rolled them around the board. The next thing anyone saw was a flash of bright green light and then they plunged into darkness.




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