A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the fabulous Maggie, because I am posting this on her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGGIE! tosses Harry plushies at her, along with sending Daniel Radcliffe to her door Oh, TO ANYONE WHO OWNS A COPY OF THE FIRST HARRY POTTER MOVIE: I SHALL PROVIDE A LINK IN MY PAGE & AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER FOR SOMETHING YOU NEED TO TAKE A LOOK AT! YOU WILL LOVE IT IF YOU DOWNLOAD IT! Now then, this chapter has no real plotline, but it's more or less for your pure amusement, alright? Good. Now, on with the fic!
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Let the Games Begin!
The next morning, Slytherin students made their way into the common room on their way to breakfast, only to be surprised by something peculiar. Floating in the air were glittering words in neon purple, along with something in green beneath that.
"Welcome to the monotonous new game of Death Dare! In short, all four houses shall participate, whether they wish to or not. The name of the darer shall be the first name, in their house colour. The second is the lucky victim who is currently being dared. Best of luck, and this is a do or die situation. Cheers!"
Artimis and Anila sat on one of the many couches, waiting for the rest of their motley crew to awaken. Attempting to pull off the oh-so-innocent look, they failed miserably, proving their guilt in the message displayed for all to see. The first name listed was that of the later lady, the second being of their newly-acquired friend, who was also seated with them. Looking a bit paler than usual, Devin was muttering something when Artimis threw a pillow at him.
"Darling Devin, please refrain from telling the world the fact that you don't seem to have a root."
"Well she-it, Artimis, I ain't the only one who ain't got no root."
Anila, recognizing, the movie that all of this was coming from, interjected before Artimis could. "Devin! We do not use profanity or double negatives!" (Ha ha, ya gotta love But I'm A Cheerleader!) Artimis laughed as the rest of their troupe came downstairs.
"What…the…freak." Àine said looking at the floating message. "Crazy people!"
"…Should we be scared?"
"Yes you should, Moriko," Artimis said, cackling. Her friends just stared at her as she stood from her seat, dragging the rest of them towards the Great Hall.
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On the other side of the castle, Maggie was shaking her head at the identical message in the Gryffindor common room. Harry, standing next to her, was heard to mutter, "No one is bloody safe..."
Upon arriving for breakfast, Ron called Harry over with a mouth full of food. Hermione rolled her eyes, muttering something about no manners what-so-ever. Sitting down, Ron asked Harry about the Quidditch match on Thursday, causing a rapid conversation to go on and Maggie and Hermione to ignore them.
Not long into their meal, laughter erupted from the Slytherin table, and Harry glanced over to see what all the ruckus was on about. "What is it Harry?" Ron asked between bites.
"I have no bloody clue, to be honest Ron." Going back to eating, he glanced at Maggie, who rolled her eyes at him, pointing her fingers like a gun and firing behind her at the Slytherin table.
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After filling in the rest of her friends, Artimis sat down at the table. Moriko looked paler than Devin, Gwen was totally red, and Àine was beaming and shaking. They were trying to go about their business as usual, when Draco strutted over, sitting down to join them. As soon as he did, Artimis couldn't hold it in any longer. She cracked up, Anila and Àine following suit.
"What in the bloody hell...?" Artimis was pounding on the table, Anila holding onto the bench for support, while Àine looked a bit blue. Were they breathing? Just then, Draco felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Devin standing there, looking a bit jumpy.
"What do you want, McQueen?"
"Um, ah, well you see..."
Artimis had her head on the table as the mail came in, Badr perching on her goblet, a look of interest on the owl's face. Draco sighed exasperated. "McQueen, if you have nothing intelligent to say, then go bother someone else." Glancing at Anila, almost pleading with her, he sighed again. Just as Àine pulled out a video camera of sorts, Devin leaned down, kissing Draco deep. Artimis had grabbed the camera from Àine as she had pulled out a sketchbook and began to draw frantically, while Anila grabbed her own camera and snapped photos like a mad woman.
Several girls in the Hall erupted in hoots and applause, while some boys looked disgusted. Everyone was laughing so hard that they could hardly stay under any control, and refused to silence at the professors' commands. After the first five seconds, it seemed that Draco had forgotten that Devin was a male, and when they finally let up, he looked disgusted with himself. Artimis and Anila reached across the table, giving their friend high-fives while Artimis also dolled out five galleons to him. "Trust me," she said, "you've earned those."
Thankfully, the school had no PDA rules, so no one was in trouble for the moment. On their way to History of Magic, Draco cornered Artimis. "What in the hell was that about!" he hissed.
"Hay man, back off; for starters, I didn't dare him. Number two, you didn't seem too eager for that to end, so now I think every girl in this school wants a piece o' Devin, and three, I know I heard you moan." Laughing, she continued to walk to class, leaving a dumbfounded Draco standing for about a millisecond before unleashing his wrath on Anila, who was currently racing away from him into the classroom.
During lunch, the students found that Devin's name was in place of what was beginning to be referred to as "The Punisher" slot and our lovely American was "The Corpse." Why they came up with these titles, I'll never know, but that's what they decided upon. Maggie had been in the Gryffindor common room when she saw her name, glowing in red. "Oh hell no..."
Looking up from her game of Wizards' Chess with Ron, Sri glanced at Maggie, then the letters. "Oh hell no wha- oooh, ok, now I get it. Good luck handling that one, Crawford! Hay, you stupid prat! That was my knight!"
'Well, that didn't take too long.' Maggie thought as she headed back out into the hall for her next class; Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lucky her, they had double DADA with Slytherin, so she couldn't hide from Devin. Sitting down, Professor Lupin had not yet commenced the class, so Devin headed over to her. Sadly, he placed a purple note in front of Maggie, making her groan. "Ugh, why me, McQueen? Why not Artimis?"
"Because you're a bloody Gryffindor; nothing personal, Crawford." He said smiling as he sat down. Just then Lupin began class, though Maggie wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention. Scrawled in green pen across the small note were words she had dreaded seeing.
"'L, is for the way you look at me
Dressed up, like a very sexy Playboy bunny
Singing oh so sweetly for our very special Dumbledorely
E is everyone will beg of you for an encore...'
Oh come on, don't tell me you don't love that song! Well, that's what you're singing for Dumbles! Cheers!"
Sighing, she folded the note into her pocket while zoning back into their second lesson of casting spells without spoken words. Harry tapped her shoulder, mouthing a question about the note. Waving him off, she went back to paying attention, dreading dinner with a passion.
That evening, Maggie wore the bunny suit underneath her robes, dreading what she knew was coming. Another note had been supplied to her, via Artimis, detailing what she was to do. Sighing, she sat at the table, barely touching her food. The skirt had been removed from the costume, making her seriously feel like the bunny, and totally open for critiquing from the other students. Fun, isn't it?
All of a sudden, she heard music cue. Taking a deep breath, she muttered "Sonorus" before removing her robe and picking up a microphone that was just there for props. Walking up to the table she began the first part of the song.
"L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you"
You could hear several cat calls from a few tables as Dumbledore blanched before laughing lightly. 'Well,' Maggie thought, 'might as well give them a show while I'm up here.' Walking back down from the table, she made her way back over to Harry, sitting in his lap while continuing with the song.
"L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you!"
Once the song ended, she placed a kiss on the very red Harry's cheek, the crowed giving more whistles and applause. Muttering the counter-spell, she quickly removed the bunny ears and threw her robe back on, her own face clashing horribly with the pink bunny suit. After getting everyone settled down, Dumbledore smiled and looked at the students over his half-moon glasses.
"Well now, we should do dinner theatre more often, I see, though probably nothing that borderline inappropriate, wouldn't you say so, Miss Crawford?" Barring her face in her arms, Maggie was so red that you would have thought she was going to cry. No dear readers, she was just going to crawl under a rock and die.
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After dinner, Ron was congratulating Maggie the whole way to the common room. "I mean, you should have seen your face, Harry, when she came and sat on your lap! And Dumbledore, I mean, bloody hell that was priceless! Just about as good as Malfoy being turned into a ferret in fourth year!"
"Ron, I'm tired and ready to die; can you please talk softer?" a horse Maggie asked.
Upon reaching the common room, Hermione finished giving Ron a lecture about tact before going back up to the girls' dormitory. Harry scooped Maggie into a big bear hug before kissing both her cheeks and her forehead.
"What was that for?"
"For having the courage to stand up and do that? Hell, I could never do that!"
"Harry, you play Quidditch; I'm sure you could pull that off."
"Yes, well, you made it much more interesting, you know!"
"Ok, what are you sucking up for, Mr. Potter?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders before kissing her once on the lips. Turning into the boys' dormitory, he bid her good night. Sighing, Maggie entered her own dorm, Sri in hysterics over the whole thing. "That," she choked out, "was bloody brilliant!"
"It was hilarious to see Dumbledore's face, I must admit." Hermione ran a brush through her hair again. "But I mean, you would have thought that the rest of the students would have shown a bit more tact!"
"Hay, just you wait, Hermione," Maggie said climbing into bed. "You'll get your turn, and then what will you do, eh?" Falling back into the pillow, Maggie sighed. 'Never, again will I listen to Artimis when she drags me places.'
A/N: Ah yes, you have to love L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. Again, happy birthday, Maggie! Daniel Radcliffe shall jump out of your birthday cake! Reviews are greatly appreciated; they're my anti-suicide, after all! I love hearing from you dear readers! Cheers!
Serenity
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