Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Shakespeare.

AN: Yes, this is the sequel to Love's Labor's Lost. It should be better, considering I know this play much better (Hey! Reading it in school, and playing Helena in a production didn't lead to nothing!). Remember, it's AU!

A Midsummer Night's Dream- Act I

Bill Weasley was the Duke of Kent. His parents had passed away, leaving him the title. He was the oldest of their seven children. His younger brother, Charles, or Charlie, was an English Ambassador to Romania, and spent most of his time over there. After that, there was Percy. Percy loved the rules, and therefore was one of Bill's advisors. Then there were the twins. Fred and George. They were a pain, but quite lovable, still. They worked in a small shop that was very popular with the young folk. Leave it to Fred and George to understand the utterly confusing. The next was Ron (or Ronald). Ron was a very good person. He was still in the care of Bill, as he had not grown of age yet. Ron was also very protective of their little sister, Ginny. Ginny, or Ginerva, was hotheaded, and powerful, but very sweet.

All in all, the four youngest Weasleys were all individually more confusing then the rest combined. But, Bill adored his family.

Even though he loved his family more than anything, they were the last things on his mind. He was soon to get married to his fiancée, Fleur Delacour. Bill had met her, on a trip to France. They had fallen in love, and Fleur came back with Bill, to live with him.

They were currently in the gardens, silent, but enjoying the time spent together. Luna Lovegood, his assistant was quietly following at a distance.

Fleur sighed, and Bill decided to break the silence. "Fleur, we shall soon be married, in four days. Only four days, but they will go on forever, as it seems."

Fleur smiled, and made her way over to him. She placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't worry. With us together, the days will pass quickly."

Bill smiled back at her. He looked back, and called to Luna. "Luna! Go and stir up the youths! We shall wed with an air of happiness around!"

Luna nodded, and headed off. As soon as she left, Bill leaned in to kiss Fleur, but was interrupted by loud footsteps.

Bill turned his head. There were four people. Three men, and a woman. One man and the woman had red hair. Bill sighed as he recognized his younger siblings. The other men both had dark hair. One had smooth, and sleek brown hair, and the other with messy black hair.

"Yes, Ron?" Bill sighed, knowing that Ron had to be the reason for the commotion.

"Ah, Bill. I come with some problems with Ginny."

"What is it this time?" Bill asked. He knew that Ron cared about Ginny, but sometimes he could be a little over the top.

"You know how before Mum and Dad died, they arranged a marriage between Ginny and Michael Corner?" Ron asked, waving his hand over at the brown haired boy.

"Yes." Bill hadn't been one to force marriage on Ginny, but his parents had wanted it. They wanted Ginny to be with a suitable man, and arranged the marriage. Bill could have very well broken it if Michael agreed.

"Well, Ginny has been flirting with Harry again."

"Ah." Bill knew very well how Michael really wanted to court Cho Chang, but couldn't, because she was obsessively smitten with Harry. Bill had wondered why Michael didn't break off the engagement, and this must have been his way to get back at Harry.

"Well, are you going to do anything about it? Ginny was promised to Michael! By Mum and Dad; we can't very well go breaking hat promise!"

Bill thought. He knew that Ginny wanted nothing more than true love. He felt sorry that he could get it easily, but she couldn't.

"Ginny, what do you think? Michael is a worthy gentleman."

"So is Harry," was her simple reply. Harry's face seemed to light up at her defense of him.

"But, Ron, and apparently our parents think otherwise."

"I say that they should see the world through my eyes."

"Ginny, you are bound by law to marry Michael."

"Bill, what would happen to me, if I refused to marry him?"

"Either to die, or to forever give up the company of men."

Here, Harry's face was drained of all its color. Bill pitied the poor man. He knew that Ginny and Harry were truly in love. But, that was something neither the law, or Ron, would permit.

"I shall die," Ginny stated. "I could never wed the likes of him," she jabbed her finger at Michael, "and the loneliness of being a nun would be simply unbearable."

Bill sighed. "Ginny, take time to think. By the next moon- my wedding day- have your decision ready."

Michael stepped in here, "Ginny, sweet Ginny, you know you love me."

Both Bill and Fleur shuddered at the thought that this is what Ginny could quite possibly be married to.

Harry cut in, "You have Ron's love, let me have hers."

"Hey! I'm straight!" Ron cried.

Bill shook his head. "Ron, it means that you prefer Michael to Harry."

Harry interrupted, "But, my lord, I am as much a gentleman as he! I have just as good, if not better heritage, I am well possessed, and even more than that, Ginny loves me. Then why should it not be me to marry her?"

"Only because that's who our parents chose."

Ginny's face contorted at the statement. "RON!" she yelled. "Why can't you let me be with the one person I really love?"

Ron scoffed, and Ginny's faced turned even redder. "Just because you don't have a true love, doesn't mean I can't! Bill has Fleur! Percy has Penelope! I have Harry! Can't you get that into your think skull?"

Ron looked abashed, but Ginny kept on going, "You'll understand that when you're in love!"

Ginny sunk down onto her knees, and buried her face in her hands.

Bill felt horrible for making this happen to his beloved sister. "Come Ron, Michael, I must talk to you."

Bill left muttering with Fleur about how unfair the king's laws were. Ron and Michael followed behind. Ron shook his head ashamedly at Ginny, and glared at Ginny. Michael offered his best impression of a lovesick swain to Ginny, and left, accidentally bumping into Harry on the way.

As soon as they were out of hearing distance, Ginny started sobbing into her hands.

Harry rushed to comfort her, and wrapped his arm around her. "The course of true love never did run smooth.

"And if true love has ever once been ruined, it was our love," Ginny added.

"I know."

"I think I'll choose death," Ginny remarked, shocking Harry. "I don't want to live in a world where I cannot have you. If only there was a fourth option."

Harry smiled, and the smile grew as he realized something. "Ginny, there is a fourth option."

Ginny perked up, "What?"

"I have a godfather, I am all he has left. He has a large sum of money that I will inherit when he passes away. He will not mind if we run away to him."

Ginny face light up, with a large grin.

"Meet me tonight, at eight. Outside of the palace gates. Then we will flee, for the sake of our love."

Ginny kissed him, and it was a sweet moment, until a girl with bushy light brown hair walked in.

Harry and Ginny broke apart.

"Hermione!" Ginny squealed, and made her way over to hug her friend.

"How are you, fair Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Fair, call you me fair? That is a lie. Ask anyone else, and I am just poor, simplistic, brainy Hermione. Especially to Ron." Hermione shuddered.

"Don't worry, he will fall for you. I think he likes you."

"But he will never turn to romance with you around. He'd be too busy making sure you aren't flirting with Harry."

"Not for long. Harry and I are going to flee from this place."

"But, why?"

"To be able to freely love, with no strings attached."

"We are leaving tonight."

Hermione, smiled, and said, "That's sweet."

Hermione hugged her friends, bid them goodbye, and they left, smiling at each other. Hermione sat down on a nearby bench, and sighed. "

"I'll never find a love like theirs. Face it. Either they don't know I exist, or they think I'm not right for them to marry. Like Ron. Ugh. I'd never marry him."

So, there sat Hermione, wallowing in her self-pity, while in the town square, under a tree, another group was meeting.

The group was made up of several men; Oliver Wood, Fred and George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Lee Jordan.

Oliver Wood took charge, and asked, "Is everyone here?"

The rest nodded, and Fred and George beamed. "We dragged Percy here," Fred explained.

"Literally," George added.

Percy just said, "I hate you all."

George nodded solemnly. Fred explained further, "He was in bed with dear old Penelope when we took him.

Lee sniggered. Percy glared at him, and muttered, "I still hate you all."

"Wow, what a relief," George mocked, wiping pretend sweat off his brow.

"Let's get on with it!" Oliver said. "We are here to perform a play before the duke, as to win the reward of 2,000 pounds."

There was a plethora of nods in agreement to this statement. All except for Percy, who muttered, "I hate my life."

George heard this and snickered, "Don't go emo on us."

Fred laughed. "Yeah, we don't want you to commit suicide."

"More like homicide," Percy muttered.

"Right," Oliver remarked. "Well, anyways, we are to perform the most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby."

"Ooh! Who am I?" Fred asked eagerly.

Oliver ignored him. "I will call you name, and tell you your part. Fred Weasley, you are to play Pyramus."

"Who is Pyramus, a lover? Or a tyrant?"

"A lover, who kills himself for love."

"That will call for some tears in the performance of it. I shall move storms! I will-"

"We really don't care," Oliver said, clearly bored. "Lee Jordan."

"Here, Oliver."

"You shall play Thisby."

"Who is Thisby?" Lee asked, excitedly. "A wandering knight?"

"The lady Pyramus must love."

Lee's face dropped. "No! Please, let me not play a woman! I have a beard!"

The others looked at him strangely; Lee's face was as smooth (and hairless) as a baby's bottom.

"Coming!" Lee amended, sheepishly.

"It's no problem. You will play it in mask."

Lee went to sit down on the ground, grumping.

Fred jumped up happily. "Ooh! Let me play Thisby! I'll speak in a monstrous little voice."

Lee looked up, excited, that he might not have to play the dreaded part.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "No. You will Pyramus, and Lee will play Thisby."

Lee returned his gaze back to ground, muttering madly.

"Anyways, Percy Weasley."

"Here, against my will!" Percy muttered, glaring at the twins.

"Against your will or not, you will play Thisby's mother. George Weasley."

"Here."

"You will be Pyramus' father. I myself will play Thisby's father. Neville Longbottom will be the lion, and here is a play well set-off, I hope."

Neville looked worried, he motioned Oliver forward, to speak with him separately.

"Have you written the lion's part. If you have, please give it to me, for I am a slow study."

The others had unashamedly leaned in to hear, and were now sniggering, even Percy!

Oliver sighed at the others actions, and reassured Neville. "You may improvise the part; it is nothing but roaring."

Fred leaned in and said, "Let me play the lion, too! I shall roar, so terribly that the duke, my brother, will call for me to roar again and again and again!"

Oliver sighed. Fred was a lost case. "No, you shall to it too terribly, and scare the ladies. Therefore, you shall stick with the part of Pyramus, and Longbottom shall keep the lions' part."

"Aw man!"

Oliver shook his head at Fred, once again. "You will play no part but Pyramus. Now, we shall all meet in the duke's woods, as so no one can steal our ideas."

"At the duke's oak we meet," Fred repeated.

"Just shut up Fred."

The group walked off, all in different directions. They could all be heard talking.

"I wonder: should I have made Fred Pyramus? Probably not."

"I hope I can remember to roar."

"Why wouldn't Oliver let me play Thisby, and the lion- and Thisby's mother, and Pyramus' father, and Thisby's father, AND Pyramus? It just doesn't make any sense."

"I can't believe I was stuck as a girl!"

"Speak for yourself. Percy, here, is stuck as Thisby's mother, and he isn't complaining!"

"I hate you all."

AN: Percy is not supposed to be emo! Just clearing this up. Its just part of his character. Now, Ron and Hermione are definitely NOT starting out in love. Yeah right.

But anyways, review!

If you don't, well, do you remember the oysters with bazookas?

Yeah, I thought you did. Well, lets just say, no review, and something will happen involving the oysters, Malfoy (either one) Snape or Crabbe, and Sirius Black with a notebook (and a sudden urge for matchmaking)! MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!! EVIL!!

Again, been hanging around Sirius too much (better than Voldie-poo though; he messes with your mind, and you end up playing with 'My Little Ponies' with him)

SO, what was the moral of this rant of mine?

Voldemort loves his dollies. AND REVIEW ALREADY!!