Cast

Prince of Verona...Neville Longbottom

Paris...Harry Potter

Montague...Vincent Crabbe

Capulet...Ron Weasley

Mercutio...Fred Weasley

Benvolio...George Weasley

Tybalt...Pansy Parkinson

Frair Laurence...Severus Snape

Frair John...Minerva McGonnagall

Balthasar...Lavender Brown

Abram...Colin Creevey

Sampson...Luna Lovegood

Gregory...Theodore Nott

Peter...Dennis Creevey

Apothacary...Gregory Goyle

Montague's Wife...Parvati Patil

Capulet's Wife...Hermione Granger

Nurse...Blaise Zabini

Rosaline...Daphne Greengrass

Romeo...Draco Malfoy

Juliet...GInny Weasley

Act I Scene 1

Luna Lovegood walked to the center of the way. She stopped and looked behind her. Theodore, tugging at his tights, followed. She giggled and walked over to him. He scowled at her but she quickly removed it with a long, lingering kiss. Theodore lifted her up as she wrapped long tight clad legs around him.

"Ahem."

Luna and Theodore stopped long enough to see Severus Snape, in a monk's robe, peeking in from around one of the buildings.

"Yes Professor."

"While I'm very pleased with your relation ship," He began, looking nothing of the sort, "The whole inter house unity and such, this play does not start with Sampson and Gregory making out."

Luna pouted as Theo put her down. "But Sampson really likes her kins men."

"Yes, and Sampson is supposed to be a guy! I trust you can pretend. Other wise we can make it a more realistic."

Luna pouted some more. "Ewww! I don't wanna be a guy! I'll have that gross thingy between my legs!" She smirked dreamily at Theo. "Not that I mind yours."

Theo grinned and reached for her again. A look from Snape quelled the lovers.

He nodded and disappeared.

Luna adjusted her jerkin. "Why do we have to start here?"

"Beacuse we're doing this for GInny and Draco, remember."

She pouted. "No I mean here. Niether of those two are coming on for some time."

"Because I said so!" Came Snape's voice from behind a building.

Theo glanced at the building. "I think the buildings have developed some interesting characteristics." He looked back at Luna. "How do you know this will work? I mean how do we even know that Ginny and Draco love each other?"

"It's obvious. They just need a nudge." She smirked at him and he smiled back, remembering the first time they met.

Theo laughed then the two sobered.

"Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals." Luna said, seriously to her companion.

Theo grinned. "Noooo, for then we shall be colliers!"

Luna glared at him a little, but it was hard. " I mean, an we be in a choler, we draw." She tapped her sword hilt to get the point across. He glanced at it then back to her.

"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of a collar." He replied, miming hanging from a noose. She smiled then shoved him away a little.

"I strike quickly, being moved."

"But thou art not quickly moved to strike!" Theo announced, gesturing.

From behind a building Snape could be heard to mutter: "Merlin save me from over actors."

Luna permitted a quick smile before returning to her previously solemn state.

"A dog of the house of Montague moves me." Luna said, conspiratorily, moving closer.

"You know what?" came Snape's voice. "Let's just skip to the fight scene."

Luna grinned. Lavender Brown and Colin Creevey, both dressed in jerkins and tights but in a bright red as opposed to Luna and Theo's White, entered. George Weasley (or was it Fred?) entered in the same colors as Lav and Colin, but his belt was black and he wore a black vest.

"Gred, or who ever the hell you are, take it from your entrance." Snape snapped.

Theo turned to Luna. "Say 'better' here comes one of my master's kinsmen."

Luna turned to Lav and Colin. "Yes, better sir."

Colin frowned at them. "You lie."

Luna scowled at him. "Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow!"

Luna and Theo leapt at the two blondes. Luna took Lav for a few seconds before it was apparent that Lav was indeed the better fighter of her kinsmen. Luna switched with Theo and-

"Weasley, aren't you supposed to be stopping them?" Snape asked, standing behind George.

"Nah, let them have thier fun." George began, grinning from ear to ear.

"NOW!"

"Sheesh! Alright!"

George marched in and pulled them apart. "Part, you fools! Put up your swords, you know not what you do!"

Before he could say anything more, Pansy Parkinson entered. She made her white outfit look perfect. She too wore a black belt and vest. She scowled at George.

"What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?" She asked quietly. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her hair was dark and cut short for her role.

George refused to turn to face her. She flushed. "Turn thee, Benvolio! Look upon thy death!"

George turned. "I do but keep the peace." He answered benignly, but his hand was on his sword. "Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me."

Pansy was in her element now and she tutted at him. "What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word." She moved close to him. "As I hate hell, all Montagues." She grabbed his jaw in a deceptively gentle grip and kissed him. "And thee." She smirked. "Have at thee!"

George whooped. "I love a woman with spunk!"

The fighting resumed for a few seconds before Madam Rosmerta, Hagrid and Professor Trelawny entered to disperse them.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, dressed in full white, Hermione in an elegant gown and slippers and Ron in a White robe and beret.

"What noise is this? Give me my um.. sword?" Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes and pretended to be trying to restrain him.

"A crutch, Why call you for a sword?"

"My sword!" Ron repeated, sticking to the one line he knew.

Vincent Crabbe (dressed in a full red robe and Henry the 8th hat) sauntered in with Paravati Patil on his arm. Parvati too was dressed in a beautiful red Rennasaince gown.

"Uh..." Crabbe grunted.

Parvati rolled her eyes. "Thou shall not stir one foot to seek a doe!"

"That's foe, Miss Patil." Snape hollered from off stage.

Neville Longbottom, looking incredibly uncomfortable in a jerkin, jacket and hose walked in. He tugged at his high collar and glanced nervously around at the crowd of students.

"Let's skip to when everybody is leaving." Snape suggested.

"But I know my lines! Honestly!" Neville protested as Hermione and Ron walked him off.

Everyone dispersed leaving Crabbe, Parvati and George.

"Um..." Crabbe began.

"I'm gonna paraphrase now, ok Snape?" George asked.

"No it most certainly is not!"

George ignored him.

"You ask me how the fight began. I tell you that I came in and tried to stop them. Then Tybalt came in and kissed me, that shameless flirt! So of course I had to fight."

"Oh, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he wasn't at this fray." Parvati announced.

"I'm gonna paraphrase some more."

"Weasley! I'm warning you..." Snape began.

"I saw him this morning wandering aimlessly about. I tried to go to him but he ran away. Now you say that you too have noticed this. We go back and forth for a bit until we figure out that he's lusting after this chick Rosaline. Then he comes in."

Right on cue, Draco was bodily shoved into the open area. He fell on his but and looked around.

"Now you two scamper off."

Parvati obidently pulled Crabbe out of the area.

Draco rose to his feet with a scowl. "What the bloody hell is going on in here? I was just working in the dungeons and took a nap. I wake up and I'm in the fourteenth century."

"Good morrow cousin."

Draco stared at him. Then stared a little more. And a little more.

"What did you just say?"

"Oh right!" Both boys turned to see Snape aim his wand at Draco and mutter a spell.

"Weasley, from your line."

"Good morrow cousin."

"Is the day so young?" Draco replied promptly. He blinked. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Um, we're doing a little experiment." George said.

"Experiment?" Draco asked dryly.

George nodded.

"Can you tell me anything more useful than that?" Draco growled.

"You know Romeo and Juliet?"

"Yeah..."

"You're Romeo."

Draco blinked. And blinked. He opened his mouth when George cut himoff.

"But new struck nine."

Draco responded immdiately. "Ay me, sad hours seem long. I'm going to kill you all."

"What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" George asked.

Draco scowled. "Not having that which makes them short. What fray was here?"

"You skipped a few lines."

"For your information, I do not fall in love so it is stupid and pointless to talk about it. Now what about your line?"

"Well you continue on for a bit then I laugh."

"Do I care?"

"Knowing you?" George asked rhetorically. "Probably not. But humor me."

"No."

"Twenty points from Slytherin." Came Snape's disembodied voice.

"Fuck. Why, such is... blah bla blah. More love stuff. Farewell, my coz."

"You're being difficult." George observed.

"And you're missing cues. I don't rub that in do I?"

George smirked. "Soft! I will go along. An if you leave me so, you do me wrong."

"Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here: This is not Romeo, he's some other where."

"Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?"

"Shit! Are we back to love already?"

Off to the side, Snape rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long few days.