Sent Diligo

Summary: Hogwarts directed the students to set up a play and create its own plot, cast, and script. They create a play with a main characters of Allyran (played by Hermione) and Eroquin (Draco) where they are mortal enemies cast away to another time and place. In the new surroundings, a romance blossoms, but can they get back? The play excites the whole school - but when the plot becomes reality, it must be stopped. HGDM

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

(A/N:) Okay, as usual, any misspellings, mistakes, grammatical errors, etc, please TELL ME

Chapter One: First Announcement

In the middle of the feast in the Great Hall, Dumbledore stood with a hand held up, silencing all the students and staff. However, three people did not notice Dumbledore's command – and they were none other than the Golden Trio. The entire Hall heard their conversation.

" – and you think that it's better than food, why, may I ask again?" Ron said.

"Ron! You know food is important but – "

"My point exactly!" Ron said, interrupting Hermione. "Food is important!"

"But shouldn't studying be important, too? Because if you don't study, then you won't get a career, and you can't get the money to buy food to eat," Hermione protested.

"So… you study to get food? You could just… what's that Muggle thing? Fart!" Ron proclaimed.

Hermione scowled. "It's a farm, Ron. Besides, you need to know how to farm before you farm, of course, and then it doesn't give you much money for other things that are important, such as books – "

"So books are better than food now, isn't it?" Ron said, scolding.

" – and shelter," Hermione continued, ignoring Ron's comment. "Water – "

"So water is better than food, too? You're saying EVERYTHING is better than food?" Ron said angrily.

"No, I'm not!" :Hermione said heatedly. "If you'd just listen to me for a moment – "

"Er, Hermione, Ron?" Harry said, cutting in.

"WHAT?" they said in unison. Harry pointed at Dumbledore and the two followed his gaze. Hermione blushed as Ron's ears turned red. "Sorry," they mumbled.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Now that, ahem, everyone appears to be… settled in and listening, I shall continue." Dumbledore looked across the room. "The staff and I have decided – " Snape wrinkled his nose in disgust " – that we should take a break from our studies – " Snape scowled " – and help you all learn something that we usually do not teach – " Snape's brows furrowed in disapproval " – and this is for all years." Snape glared across the Hall, making everyone deathly silent. Dumbledore continued. "We would like Hogwarts to create a play – yes, create, not just act – and there will be the stage crew, the actors and actresses, the designers, scriptwriters, artists, directors… it's all up to you. If you do not wish to participate in the play, you may resume to your normal studies. Each one of you will receive a sheet of paper. Please fill it out accordingly. Thank you."

After Dumbledore's announcement, the students chattered excitedly. "What do you think you'll do, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I'm sure that Harry would love to be a hairdresser," Hermione said, grinning, "and I'm sure you, Ron, would love to be a make-up artist." Both Harry and Ron stared at her aghast.

"How'd you know?" Ron asked in awe.

"I have my sources," Hermione said cheerfully. "Well, I have to go to the library to do some studying."

"And leave this good food to waste?" Ron asked.

"Yup," Hermione said. Before Ron could respond, Hermione skipped out of the Great Hall to go down to the library. When they were out of ear shot, Harry asked nervously, "Tell me you were just kidding about wanting to be a make-up artist."

Ron's ears turned red.

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The trio entered the Gryffendor Common Room. A stack of parchment greeted them. Each of them took a piece and sat down, examining it closely. It was titled, "The Hogwarts School Play."

"I think this is the sheet Dumbledore was talking about," Harry said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Thanks for being obvious."

"My pleasure. You're in my debt now," Harry said.

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope."

Hermione groaned in frustration and read the sheet over. It said:

The Hogwarts School Play

For the Hogwarts School Play, please decide which role you want. If you do not wish to participate, please check the box on the bottom of the parchment. For those who wish to participate, please order the things you want to do (from greatest to least) with magic. For those who wish to act, this is especially important, as you may not get a role and/or you may not want to act with the unknown script. Remember to put your name, year, and house. Thank you.

Hermione stopped reading and smiled. She scanned over the choices and flicked her wand. The choices automatically rearranged themselves to fit Hermione's liking. She picked up a quill and scribbled down her name, year, and house. "I'm done," she announced happily. Harry and Ron stared at her, flabbergast.

"How does she do it?" Ron murmured.

"Like she said. She has her sources," Harry replied.

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Several days passed and the students awaited to know if they've been accepted in the groups that they desired to be in. People crowded around the notices on the board. "Make way!" Ron shouted as he pushed through the crowd. He quickly scanned the list and his face fell.

"What?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I didn't make it to the make-up artists," he said, frowning.

"Oh. Well, you got stage crew instead. It's supposed to be really fun!" Hermione said happily.

"I guess," Ron murmured, pushing his way back out of the crowd.

Hermione turned to Harry. "What did you get?"

"Hairdresser."

Hermione burst out laughing. "And you can't even tame your own hair…"

Harry nodded. "I know… there's got to be some kind of mistake here…"

"Not on Ron's, there isn't," Hermione said, smiling. "But don't tell him I said that." Harry grinned then nodded.

"Hey, by the way, what did you get, Hermione?" Harry asked curiously.

Hermione pointed to the acting list. "I might make it to become an actress," she said, "but if I don't, I'll be a director. I think that I'll be performing Shakespeare for the audition." She picked up a piece of parchment with the auditioning choices. "No wait, maybe this one… I don't know…"

Harry smiled. "They didn't make a mistake on your part, either," he said, laughing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, a look of fake hurt drawn on her face.

"Nothing," Harry said quickly. They pushed out of the crowd to go find Ron, who, apparently, was moping because of the fact he didn't manage to become a make-up artist.

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The days flew by quickly. During dinner, Harry and Hermione were trying to explain to Ron the use of a Muggle television – Ron still didn't understand. "So, you say it's a little square thing with a smaller square inside it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You know what, Ron, forget about it."

At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and silenced the students. He announced, "The script writers and the directors and… of course, everyone else who helped, have created a plot and they'd like to tell it to you now."

Marcus Flint (who was held back a year) strode up to the center and declared, "I am the head director."

"Another mistake," Harry pointed out.

"No, it's just bribery," Hermione whispered back.

"But they can't bribe Dumbledore!"

"True," Hermione said thoughtfully.

Flint cleared his throat and Harry said, "We weren't that loud, were we?"

"Actually, you are," Flint said, scowling. Harry and Hermione quieted. "The play shall be based on hate and love. Two mortal enemies – Allyran and Eroquin – have despised each other since they met. They were as different as black and white. However, one day, a potion spills on both of them, transporting both of them back into time to an imaginary place. There, they – " Flint coughed " – developed feelings for each other – " Flint coughed again " – and try to return back to the real world." Flint coughed yet again. "Any questions?" He glared at the students, as if daring them to speak. None of them had the courage. "Good." Flint strode back down to the Slytherin table.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said. "Auditions will be held here at six PM sharp this time next week. Thank you." He sat back down and everyone continued their meal.

"Good luck, Hermione, when the time comes," Harry murmured.

"Thanks, Harry," Ron said.

"Not you! Your name's not Hermione, is it?"

Hermione blushed slightly. "Well, we changed names for the day."

Harry stared at them in confusion. "You did…?"

"No."

"But you just said – "

Hermione laughed. "Harry, you're too gullible."

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The day of auditions came. Hermione rushed down to the Great Hall to perform. Five minutes later, the directors entered. Flint stood up. "When we call your name, you will go to the back and perform. You may leave when you're done. If you're not in the back in five minutes, we'll skip you. Abbott, Hannah!"

Hannah skipped to the back of the Great Hall. Several minutes later, she left and "Agisette, Timothy" was called to the back. Hermione sighed and opened up her copy of Hogwarts, A History and was drawn into it for the umpteenth time.

When Hermione got the sixth chapter, she heard her name called. "Granger, Hermione!" Flint called. Hermione raced to the back of the Hall.

"Hello," she said breathlessly. "I'll be performing the wizarding play, Shigoth." (A/N: Yes, I made it up… Flint nodded. Hermione recited dramatically, "When the time before dark had fallen asleep, the dragon shed silvery skin, it fled to the mountains and drank dry the rivers, then lived in the caves within. The waters held magic that put it to sleep, and the ages of wizards began; the travelers flew over to the mountain and rock, with wind, no water, but sand…"

When she finished, Flint dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Hermione nodded and ran out the Great Hall. Harry, Ginny, and Ron were waiting for her there.

"So…" Ron said.

"So what?"

"So how did it go?" Ginny said.

Hermione shrugged. "I ended up choosing Shigoth. I'm not sure if I did so well… I think I did horrible." She shook her head and sat down on a couch beside them.

Harry grinned at her. "C'mon, Hermione, that's what you always say, but you get the best in the end!"

"That doesn't mean I'll do the same in extracurricular things," Hermione replied darkly. The others just shrugged and engaged themselves in a game of Wizarding Chess.

"Knight to H-5," Ron said clearly. The knight moved over. "Checkmate."

Harry groaned. "I only made two moves!"

"Ha," Ron said, grinning. "Now you know what it feels like to lose."

"Lose?" Harry repeated. "Since when did you lose?"

Ron's ears turned red. "Since I didn't make it to become a make-up artist." Hermione stared at him, then burst out laughing. "It's not funny," he scolded. Hermione attempted to calm herself down. But no sooner than had Hermione stopped laughing completely did Harry laugh. Both of them stared at him. "You're really slow, y'know that?" they said in unison.

Harry couldn't stop laughing.

"Ron, hurry up!" Hermione said. One week had passed since the auditions and the roles were on the board. "I want to know if I made it or not."

"And I have to come along because…?" Ron asked.

"Because I'll tell the world of your burning desire of being called 'Ronniekins,'" Hermione stated. Ron's ears turned red. Unfortunately for him, Dean, who was passing by, overheard.

"What about Ronniekins?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Ron replied quickly. "Let's go, Hermione." Hermione grinned triumphantly and led the way over to the bulletin boards.

Hogwarts School Play Roles

Barney the Purple Dinosaur- Gregory Goyle

Baby Bop – Vincent Crabbe

Xionis-Blaise Zabini

Vorgate-Michael Stewsburg

Shana-Padma Patil

Litanya Aeralia-Ginny Weasley

Filinzo-Justin Flinch-Flenchly

Cassandra Woodlicks-Hannah Abbott

Eroquin-Draco Malfoy

Allyran-Hermione Granger

Tayla the Witch-Cho Chang

Simissa Patronison-Luna Lovegood

Hermione stopped reading. She squealed excitedly, "I got one of the leading roles!"

Harry sighed. "I wish we made a bet on your success," he said. "I'd be some richer." Hermione rolled her eyes and bonked Harry on the head, then bonked Ron on the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Ron scolded.

Hermione smiled. "For complaining about not getting to be a make-up artist."

"Er, Hermione?" Harry asked. "Don't you think that it's a little too late for that?"

Hermione put on a startled face. "No, not at all!" she said seriously, skipping away down the Great Hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very pleased to announce that the Hogwarts School Play – entitled 'Sent Diligo' – will begin to take place today. We apologize for the short term notice. Please hand in your homework and you will begin on the project," Dumbledore announced. A great deal of uproar was responded to this.

As soon as Harry, Hermione, and Ron finished handing in their homework to the professors, they split up, leaving accordingly to the place they needed to go. When Hermione arrived to the acting corner, she met Seamus. "I'm a director," he said, shuffling through some parchment. "Who are you playing again?"

"Allyran," Hermione stated proudly.

"Okay. Wait a moment, please… thanks. Okay, here's your script, and your lines are already highlighted for you." He handed her a long piece of parchment.

"Er… thanks," Hermione said offhandedly, taking the piece. She skimmed through it but was interrupted when Marcus Flint stood up called all attention towards him.

"I have to move around the room," he said, grunting, "so make this quick. I want you to go over the play, and in an hour, I'll be back. Then we'll try and begin the play with scripts allowed and acting not required. We'll do that several times before you memorize where you're supposed to go. Then we'll include the acting, then we'll memorize the script, and at least attempt to do the play properly." He spoke as if he didn't expect anyone to do well. Hermione huffed in annoyance. "That's the order, now start!" With that, he swung around and headed to the costume designing section, where they were sketching things out.

For the next hour, it was all silent in the acting corner, no one speaking except for an occasional cough or two. However, when most people were done with the script and the hour wasn't up, Malfoy attempted to end the silence.

"This – is – stupid," he coughed.

"Well – tough – luck!" Hermione coughed back.

"I – never – asked – for – your – opinion," Malfoy coughed at her.

Hermione suppressed a snort. "Well – too – bad – you – already – have – it!"

"We – shouldn't – be – doing – this. We'll – get –in – trouble," Cho coughed at them.

"Well – tough – luck!" Malfoy said, mimicking Hermione's words. Hermione glared daggers at him, but he only smirked back.

"Hey – Draco," Blaise coughed, his eyes glinting mischievously. "What – do – you – think – about – that – kissing – scene – with – Granger?"

"WHAT?" Malfoy yelled, forgetting to cough. The entire Hall silenced, staring at him. He cleared his throat. "Scene. That's all." The Hall then continued its chatter. In a more hushed voice, Malfoy repeated, "What?"

"It's right here," Blaise said, pointing to a certain scene. "Read it." Malfoy obliged, his eyes growing wider and wider in horror.

"I can't do that!" Malfoy said.

Hermione grew anxious. She thought it was all a prank pulled by the Slytherins. She began to go through her own script and found the scene they were talking about. "What? No way will I kiss that slug!" Hermione said angrily.

Blaise smirked. "Well – tough – luck!"

Flint strode in. "Is everyone done now?" The group nodded. "Okay, well… read the script again. You need to be familiar with it…" He walked away and the group sighed but obliged. An hour dragged by. Flint came by and said the same thing. The script was reread. An hour later, it was read again. The next hour, the script was read once more. Hour after hour, they read the same script. By the end of the day, everyone already memorized the entire script.

"Is he mentally retarded? I mean, all he does is tell us to do the same thing over and over again," Malfoy groaned to Blaise, who nodded tiredly in agreement.

Flint cleared his throat. "Tomorrow, we will begin the next step – " the group grew excited " – for the entire day." They groaned. "You're dismissed." Flint smirked at them and walked over to the costume section to dismiss them.

Later on, Hermione met up with Harry and Ron. "So, how was your day?" she asked.

Ron sighed. "Well, we wrote down ideas and did some sketches when Flint wasn't looking."

"So did we," Harry said.

Hermione shook her head. "We had to read the entire script for the whole day," she said.

"Ouch." Hermione nodded.

"I know, and you know what? Malfoy plays Eroquin!" Hermione groaned. Harry and Ron arched an eyebrow at her. "And I play Allyran." They still remained clueless. Hermione groaned in exasperation. "You two don't pay attention to the script, do you?" They shook their heads.

"Well, kind of – " Harry started.

" – but that's mainly the other's jobs – "

" – we just need to know the characters and the styles, but we don't know them yet – "

" – and the stage crew just needs to make props and the scenery and stuff like that – "

" – so in other words," Hermione said, finishing them off, "you don't pay attention to the script." They shrugged. "Well, err, they, uh, are the ones who Tayla casts the spell on, and, err, they're the ones that get transported back into time…" Their faces turned from confusion to horror. "…and, there's, well… a kissing scene," she said, gulping.

"WHAT?" Ron yelled. "BLOODY HELL!"

"Ron," Harry scolded, attempting to calm him down, "it's just a play, and it's not like Hermione wants to do it…"

"BUT STILL THAT IS JUST WRONG!"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, it is… so good luck, Hermione."

"'Good luck?' 'GOOD LUCK?' THAT'S ALL YOU SAY? Harry, our best friend is going to kiss our worst enemy and all you are going to say is – "

"Good luck," Hermione muttered to Harry, glancing at Ron. She skipped away into the girls' dormitory.

After Ron was gone, he nodded, trying to calm himself down. "Good luck, good luck, good luck… 'cause that's everything we need right now."

"Actually, Ron, no," Harry said, grinning evilly. "You're in the stage crew, right?" Ron nodded. "You have access to the props, right?" Once again, Ron nodded. "Well, remember our mission for the Order?" Ron nodded with a disgusted look on his face.

"No, Harry! There's got to be another way around this – "

"No, Ron, this is the easiest, the fastest, and this is one way that Malfoy can't worm his way out of," Harry said. "Dumbledore will back us up. We're going to do it."

Ron sighed. "Good luck, Hermione."

(A/N:) Okay, how was the first chapter? Anyways, this is kind of like an experiment. Usually I write a lot of the story first and then publish it, but all my friends publish as they go. I just wanted to see which one was easier, so if I don't update soon, give me a little time! Thanks. (edited once)