AN: Wow. I kind of forgot about this story, LOL. Sorry it's taken so long for an update! Again, I don't own anything; you all should know that by now, hehehe.
So anyway, on with the story!
Professor Dumbledore then spoke into the microphone. "Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention this fine evening? A group of girls have asked me if I may let them use this time to put on a little, shall we say, show, for you all. Here they are.
Parvati and Lavender then stepped up on to the platform that appeared beside the professors' table. Professor Dumbledore took the microphone and placed it onto the platform. In big, pink, glittery letters, the word "Pagame" appeared, hovering above the platform, just out of reach.
Four chairs were set up on the platform. Two of them were in the middle of the platform, and the other two were a little off to the left. Parvati and Lavender took the chairs off to the left.
Two more microphones appeared out of nowhere, and Parvati and Lavender took them, smiling widely.
Holding the microphone up, Parvati said, "Hello, and welcome to the first ever episode of 'Pagame.' This is my game show. Could one Harry Potter, and one Ronald Weasley please come up here?"
Smiling nervously, Harry waved goodbye to Hermione as he and Ron headed toward the platform.
Lavender then said something under her breath as she waved her wand. A glassed in cube about six feet by six feet by six feet appeared to the right. Then Lavender said very sweetly, "Harry, dear, you have to go into the box, which is soundproof, so that you cannot hear Ronald's answers,"
Harry went into the box and closed the door. As soon as the door was fully closed, he heard a voice that sounded as if it was coming from all around him. It was singing a song very softly. If he had seen the movie, he would have known that it was "You Don't See Me" by Letters to Cleo, in the movie "Josie and the Pussycats."
"Could you please just call me Ron?" Ron asked Parvati and Lavender.
The rest of the Hogwarts students started laughing.
"If I must," Parvati said with a little smile.
This earned even more laughter from the students.
Hermione just shook her head, smiling.
"Please, have a seat," Parvati continued when the laughter had died down some.
Ron went to the two chairs in the middle of the platform, studied them both critically, and sat down on the left one.
"Okay, I have questions that I will ask you, all about Harry. Lavender will write down your answer. Afterwards, Harry will come back out. I will then ask him the same questions. If your answers match correctly, then you receive a point. If they do not match correctly, then Lavender will be forced to do something to you, Ron. Don't pale, it won't be horribly bad or anything, we're trying to keep this rated PG." Parvati continued.
The students started laughing again; especially when Ron sighed a huge sigh of relief.
"Right, okay. Here's the first question for you, Ron. We're going to start off easy. What is Harry's favorite color?"
Ron scrunched up his face in concentration and then said, "Green."
"Alright, you got that, Lavender? Good. Next question is, what is Harry's favorite class at Hogwarts?" Parvati said into the microphone.
"Is flying still considered a class?" Ron asked.
"No, because we can no longer take it," Parvati said, after some thought.
"Alright then… I know it's not Potions… or Divination… or History of Magic…" he trailed, deep in thought.
The Gryffindors laughed.
"Um, I would have to say… Transfiguration?" he said, obviously not sure of himself.
"Okay. Next question is… If Harry could be an animagus, what animal form would he take?"
"That's easy," Ron said, "a stag."
"Really? Interesting... Who is Harry's best friend?" Parvati then asked.
"Me, of course," Ron answered immediately.
Lavender smiled to herself.
"What is Harry's favorite song?" Parvati continued.
"Oh, Oh! I know this!" Ron said, flailing about, "Uh… that song with that guy singing… what's his name? Like, Four for Flinging or something… Um, the song is called… something like… Supper Man… or is it Dinner Man?"
"Um, that will do, Ron. Thanks. Did you catch all that, Lavender?" Parvati asked, trying not to laugh.
Some members of the audience started giggling, however. Hermione just smiled to herself, wondering if Ron ever paid attention to anything in his life.
"The next question is, on a scale of one to ten, how happy is Harry right now? One being not happy, and ten being ecstatic," Parvati said.
"Um, how about… eight," Ron said, picking the first number that came to his mind.
"Alright. How does Harry like his pumpkin pie?" Parvati laughed a little at that, because it was one of the questions that Hermione thought of. No doubt she knew the answer.
"What? How does he like his pumpkin pie? What kind of a question is that? But anyway… um… with whipped cream, I suppose…" Ron trailed off.
"Okay. How would Harry fill in the blanks, as if he was talking? I would stop ______ so that _______ would stop _______," Parvati said. She smiled to herself, because she thought up that question, and she thought it was a rather good one.
"Um… he would stop… uh… so that… someone would, um, stop…" Ron trailed off, not knowing where to go with that question.
"Time is ticking, dear," Parvati said sweetly, tapping her wrist, where a watch would normally go.
"Right. Um, Harry would stop… flying on his broomstick so that, um… Hermione would stop reading! Yeah… that sounds good," Ron said.
Hermione gave a little evil glare to Ron, but he didn't notice.
Lavender actually let out a loud laugh at that. Then she tried to compose herself enough to write down the answer.
Parvati gave Lavender a side ways glance, and then continued, "Would Harry risk his life to save another person?"
"Yeah, he already has, a bunch of times," Ron said, confident of his answer.
"Very nice, here's another question. Which is more important to Harry, clothes, money, marital status, friends, or job?" Parvati said.
"Friends," Ron said, hoping he was correct.
"Alright, now here's another question. Which of the following type of girls would Harry be most interested in, mysterious girls, sexy girls, intelligent girls, dumb girls, or a mixture of all four?" Parvati read the card Lavender had wrote.
"Um… I would probably have to say a mixture of all four, because he doesn't really have a specific 'type'" Ron declared after a moment.
"Interesting. Did you hear that, girls?" Parvati said, but then stopped, because Lavender kicked her in the shin. She mouthed an "oh, right," to Lavender, and Lavender sighed.
"So anyway, here's the next question. Ron, what would you say is Harry's biggest pet peeve?" Parvati continued.
"Uh… that would probably be Draco Malfoy," Ron said.
A "What?!" could be heard across the castle, most likely from a certain blonde Slytherin.
"Excuse me?" Parvati said to Ron, then she turned to Lavender and said, "can a person be someone's pet peeve?"
Lavender just shrugged.
"Alright then. Next question. What is Harry's favorite food?" Parvati said.
"Uh… chocolate frogs…" Ron said, not sure of himself.
"Which would Harry prefer, a box of Jell-O, or a box of pudding?" Parvati read that card with a little laughter thrown in, since she hadn't seen it before. Lavender must have picked that question, she thought to herself.
"What? A box of Jell-O or a box of pudding? That's even stranger than the pumpkin pie question! But I suppose… I don't know… uh, pudding?" Ron said after a moment's thought.
"Okay. The next question is, would Harry rather live on the ground, in the air, or in the water?" Parvati asked.
"Most likely the air, because he loves to fly on his broomstick and all," Ron reasoned.
"Good, very nice. Next question. Which would Harry pick, sunrise or sunset?" Parvati said.
"Sunrise," Ron said, choosing it because that was the choice Parvati said first.
"Which would he choose, falling down a mineshaft, or having someone who fell down a mineshaft land on him?" Parvati said, curious as to Harry's answer.
"Where did you come up with these questions? And um, I guess… falling down a mineshaft," Ron said, wondering how Parvati thought up the strange and weird questions.
"Fascinating… How would Harry complete this sentence? I wish I were a pretty little…" Parvati said, hiding a smile. She was proud of that question, because she thought of it.
"What the…? Er… He would say, 'I wish I were a pretty little butterfly.' Yeah, sure… that sounds… right, sure it does," Ron said, thinking, Harry is going to kill me when he hears that! Ron gulped nervously.
"Remarkable… The next question is, what is Harry's favorite saying that he says?" Parvati responded.
"Uh… how about, 'I wish I were Ron!'? I'm sure he says that to himself all the time!" Ron said, grinning. Hey, if I'm going to get it wrong, I might was well make myself look good! he thought to himself.
The students started laughing.
"The last question goes as follows. If Harry turned into a girl, what would he name himself?" Parvati smiled to herself, because she just pictured, in her mind, a female version of Harry.
"Uh… Harriet? Sure…" Ron said after a couple of seconds.
"Alright, well that ends round number one!" Parvati said with a smile.
Lavender went over to the glassed in box and opened it. Harry stepped out. Lavender led him over to the chair next to Ron. Harry sat down.
"Now, Harry. We are going to ask you the same questions that we asked Ron. If your answers match, you get one point. If they don't match, Lavender does something to Ron." Parvati said, smirking to herself.
"Alright," Harry replied nonchalantly; glad that it wouldn't be he who was going to have something done to him.
"What is your favorite color?" Parvati asked him.
"Green," he replied right away.
"And Ron said green, too! So you get a point," Lavender replied.
As the students started clapping, a chalkboard appeared, floating above Harry and Ron's heads. A pink piece of chalk drew one vertical line on it.
"What is your favorite class at Hogwarts, Harry?" Parvati said, waiting for the clapping from the students to die down.
"Um…transfiguration," Harry said after a moment, clearly deciding in his head which class he preferred.
"Ron said that too!" Lavender said, clapping her hands giddily, clearly happy for Ron.
Ron sighed a huge sigh of relief, and the students started chuckling.
"Here is the next question. If you could be an animagus, what animal form would you take?" Parvati said.
"A stag," Harry said. Hermione could have sworn she saw something in Harry's eyes just then, either sadness or happiness, it was difficult to tell.
"Your answers match! Ron, you're lucky; so far, so good!" Lavender said with a little giggle.
"Harry, who is your best friend?" Parvati continued.
"Ron and Hermione," Harry said right away.
"You can only have one, for the sake of the game," Parvati said, smiling to herself. She had always wondered which one Harry liked more as a friend, and here was her chance to find out.
"Oh. Um…" Harry said, stalling for time. Which should I say? I mean, they are both my best friends. Ron might hurt me if I say Hermione, but Hermione might think that I like Ron more if I say him… "Hermione."
"Interesting. Ron said himself," Lavender said.
Ron went a little red in the face, so did Hermione.
Harry then said aloud, "They are both my best friends. I just picked the first one that came into my head."
"Well, nonetheless, Ron, you were wrong. So now, you have to pay the piper," Lavender said, smiling to herself.
"What piper? There's a piper? I didn't see any piper," Ron said, looking about the great room.
Parvati sighed, "It's an expression, Ron."
"Oh, I knew that. I did…" he replied, blushing again.
Lavender laughed and said, "Ron, stand up."
Ron stood up, as did Lavender. She then took out her wand and muttered a spell. Blue sparks came out of her wand and struck Ron in the chest. His head sprang upward, so he was staring at the ceiling. His arms spread open widely, as if giving a bear hug. Then he fell flat on his back. A huge BANG was heard throughout the castle. The Slytherins started cracking up in fits of laughter. Harry's eyes widened in shock as one of his best friends fell right beside him.
Lavender had a quizzical look upon her face. "That wasn't supposed to happen," she said.
Parvati then started to laugh. Harry looked down to his right, where Ron had fallen. Ron let out a moan of pain and sat up. He rubbed the back of his head and winced. "Are you okay, mate?" Harry said, holding out his hand, intending to help Ron to his feet.
"Yeah," Ron said, taking Harry's outstretched hand and standing up. He then sat back in his chair.
Lavender said, "You were supposed to float in the air and do somersaults until you got dizzy,"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try and get it right next time," Ron replied sarcastically. This sent all the Slytherins into hysterics again.
"Anyway, Harry, what is your favorite song?" Parvati said, trying to prevent a possible fight.
"Superman, by Five for Fighting," Harry said after a second. The song reminded him of himself a bit.
"What did Ron say, Lavender?" Parvati asked, trying to not laugh, for she knew perfectly well what Ron had said.
"He said, and I quote, 'Oh, Oh! I know this! Uh… that song with that guy singing… what's his name? Like, Four for Flinging or something… Um, the song is called… something like… Supper Man… or is it Dinner Man?'" Lavender replied sweetly.
Harry gave Ron a look that was a cross between bewilderment, confusion, and amusement.
Ron just shrugged and said, "Hey, I was close. Does it count?"
"Um, sorry, Ron, but no. Supper Man, or Dinner Man, by Four for Flinging is not quite Superman by Five for Fighting. I'm sorry," Parvati responded.
Lavender had a glint in her eye as she stood up, holding her wand. Ron's eyes widened in realization.
"Ron, it will be a different curse or hex each time, and I'm sure Lavender knows the other ones better," Parvati said, trying to calm him down.
Ron sighed in defeat and stood up.
Lavender whispered the curse and waved her wand. Ron's legs began to flail about, as if independent from his body. Ron closed his eyes, waiting for the curse, and humiliation, to end. Unfortunately, Ron's flailing legs made his body unbalanced, and he fell flat on his face. He stayed that way, because he realized that people could not see his legs moving about as much from the angle he was at.
After a few moments, the curse ended, and Ron sat back in his chair, waiting for the next question, hoping he got it right.
"Harry, on a scale of one to ten, how happy are you? One being not very happy and ten being ecstatic," Parvati said when Ron had straightened himself out.
"Uh, how about 8," Harry said. He chose that number because there are 8 letters in Hermione's first name, and Harry still had Hermione on his mind.
"Ha! I said that!" Ron said, pumping his fist in the air, happy that Lavender couldn't do anything to him.
Lavender smiled and agreed.
"Cool," Harry said. He had felt guilty when Lavender kept doing things to Ron.
"How do you like your pumpkin pie?" Parvati continued.
"My, my pumpkin pie?" Harry asked, surprised by the question.
"Yes, your pumpkin pie, Harry. How do you like it?" Parvati repeated.
"Um… with whipped cream and chocolate sauce and cherries," Harry said, thinking.
"What? That's just plain weird!" Ron said, jumping out of his seat.
"Well, that will not be a match, Ron just said whipped cream. But, since he got some of it right, the punishme, er, I mean, consequence… will be less severe," Lavender stated.
She then stood up. She reached for her wand and waved it around, muttering the incantation. All of a sudden, Ron went flying backwards. He fell off the side of the platform. The Slytherins were beside themselves with laughter. Draco was leaning on Goyle, as to support himself from laughing so hard. Ron had the most peculiar expression on his face. It was a mix of horror, surprise, and anguish.
However, he just brought himself to his feet and took his seat next to Harry. He shook his head, as if to clear his mind.
Parvati continued, "Harry, please fill in the blanks as if you were talking. I would stop _____ so that ______ would stop _____."
Harry thought about that for a minute before answering. "I would stop trying to fight Voldemort if he would stop killing people."
Ron dropped his head down.
"Well, unfortunately for Ron, the two answers do not match. Ron said, you would stop flying on your broomstick so that Hermione would stop reading," Lavender said, reading off her paper.
Harry gave Ron a sideways glance and Ron just shrugged in reply.
"Ron, you don't have to stand up for this one," Lavender said sweetly, taking out her wand once again. Ron just sighed and stayed where he was. Lavender started swirling her wand in the air, drawing circles in front of her. Then she said the spell. Ron's head shrank to the size of a Barbie's head, and then it grew four times the normal size. Then it shrank again, and then grew again. Ron's head repeated this process four more times, and then went back to its normal size.
"Hey, I think you should have this show more often, and always have a Weasley be the guesser person!" Draco shouted over the laughter. Ron's face went the color of his hair, and he hung his head once again.
Parvati cleared her throat, waiting for the noise to quiet down. Then she continued, "Harry, would you risk your life to save another person?"
"Of course," Harry said, without a moment's hesitation.
"Good, you both agreed!" Lavender said, feeling happy for Ron.
Ron sighed a huge sigh of relief, and Hermione and Ginny giggled.
"Which is more important to you, Harry, clothes, money, marital status, friends, or job?" Parvati said.
"Friends," Harry said right away.
"Very nice, you both match!" Lavender said, slightly disappointed that she couldn't do anything to Ron.
Want to see the rest of this? If you do, then please review, so that I know it! If you don't review, then I might not continue the story…
~qwert
