Author's note: Hey guys, I'm going to try not to do ANs this story. It should be a fun little experiment. Anyway, this story is based of the immortal tragedy by William Shakespeare. Yes, Romeo & Juliet. Each chapter will be a scene. Now, see here, some bits of scenes will be taken out and some will be added in. Also, some chapters will be really short and some will be really long. Deal with it. It's going to be pretty darn different than Shakespeare's story because 1. I'm not writing it in play form 2. I'm making it more modern 3. I have to deal with the predetermined Weasley family. So, bare with me. I think together, we can make this story great. I hope you all have a bit of a theatre nerd in you, but if you don't, don't worry, you will. Since this is going to be my only AN, I'm going to beg you in advance for reviews. Because I'm changing it so much, nothing is set in stone. THAT INCLUDES THE ENDING. If you have any ideas or desires, I'd love to hear them. Please review, just so I know you're reading. I've never finished a chapter fic before, because I always thing everyone's stopped reading. This story though, I'm ready to finish this one. Anyway, you've read my rant long enough, please enjoy the story.

Two houses, both alike in dignity,

In Hogwarts, where we lay our final scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows,

Do with their death bury their houses' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark's love,

And the continuance of their families' rage,

Which, but the wizards' end naught could remove,

Now the Twenty-three chapters' o'our page;

The which if you with patient mind attend,

What here shall miss, my toil shall strive to mend.

The smells of winter filled the halls of Hogwarts. A fire crackled in practically every room and hall. Most of the students planned to depart on the Hogwarts express on the marrow.

Greg Wood and Sam Thomas, two fifth years crept carefully through the halls, to avoid spoiling the mood, and to avoid getting caught. They were frequently out after hours, and this was no exception. They laughed and joked under their breaths.

"Please dude you couldn't win a fight for your life. Not in a duel, and not in a real fight." Greg teased his friend.

"Come on, how many first fights have you been in?" Sam retorted.

"Enough." Sam snorted. "Anyway," Greg continued, "It's not like you ever would fight, even if you could. You're not man enough to throw a punch."

"I'd fight if someone got me angry enough."

"And you're too nice to ever be angry enough." Sam rolled his eyes, allowing his friend to continue. "Who's ever made you angry enough to make you want to hit them?"

Sam answered quickly. "Any of those Slytherin bastards. Each and every one of 'em."

"Please, if it was ever you against a Slytherin you'd go running to McGonnagall. "

"Would not. I'd take down any one of them. Girl, first year, none would escape my wrath."

"You'd fight girls and first years?"

"Sure, if they were Slytherin."

"No one in Slytherin's ever really done anything bad to us…"

"Yeah, but they have to other members of Gryffindor. It's all the same."

Just then, they heard footsteps in the distance. Both boys drew their wands. They could see two boys with green and silver ties coming towards them.

"Let's not start a fight now." Greg warned. "Just look angry and let's get out of here without getting caught."

The tension in the hall was practically visible as paths were crossed. Greg scowled at them, but Sam, in an attempt to one up him, stuck up his middle finger just as they walked by.

He was grabbed roughly at the shoulder and spun around to face a Slytherin boy twice his size. Sam had never been good at names, but he remembered this boy's first name… Abramio.

"You sticking that finger up at me?" Abramio growled at the skinny boy.

Sam looked at his finger and then back to his opponent. "I am sticking my finger up!" He faked the sound of amazement.

"Yeah, but is it at me?" Sam could smell the boy's foul breath.

Sending a quick look to Greg, Sam hastily said, "nope!" He then scratched his nose with the finger and turned on his heel to walk away. After this exchange, Greg felt more confident of their position in this face off.

"You trying to start a fight?" He yelled at Abramio.

"No, no fight."

Sam fed off of Greg's confidence. "Cuz if you want to fight, I can take you! Show you my house is just as good as yours."

Abramio chuckled. "Yeah sure, I suppose by some chance Gryffindor might at some point be as good as Slytherin."

Greg saw someone else coming. He gave Sam a nudge, urging him to provoke the other boy just a little more.

"Gryffindor is by far the superior house!" Sam declared proudly, forgetting they were supposed to be quiet.

"Now you're gonna get it." Abramio drew his wand.

"EXPELLIARM-"

"CRUCIO!" Sam dropped his wand and fell to the ground, not expecting an unforgivable curse to be thrown at him.

"Hey!" a new voice yelled. It was Ben Parkinson, the figure Greg had seen approaching. He was a sixth year and a prefect. "Stop it. All of you. Before I deduct points and send both your houses back to zero. I can give Hufflepuff the House Cup with a snap of my fingers, is that what you want?"

"Stop picking on them, Parkinson. Why don't you put your wand where your mouth is." Hugo Weasley had snuck into the scene so stealthily it seemed like he'd found a way to apparate inside of Hogwarts.

"I'm just trying to make them stop fighting. I'm not looking for trouble, Weasley."

"Oh, threatening them and you don't want trouble? I can't think of anything I hate more than Slytherins, including you. SECTEMSEMPRA!" Hugo aimed his wand at Ben.

"Stop this immediately." Professor McGonnagall towered over all of them and most of them were sure that somehow she had apparated there. "All of you to my office at once!"

She gave them all detention and a warning to tell their housemates, assuring them the message would be delivered to their parents as well. "I can think of three times that there has been extremely violent fights between members of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and this is excluding the normal pranks and the fights that have escaped my notice. If one more of these fights breaks out, whoever's involved will be expelled and every student in Gryffindor and Slytherin house will only be allowed to leave their dorms for class. Do you understand?" They all understood perfectly well, so she sent them away to give her time to contact the parents.