A/N: This is my first fic, please DON'T flame and please review!! I know it's not that good, but this is what comes of a lot of and assignment on Shakespeare, pizza, Fanta and depression from a bad break up... but of course you don't care. So, forget this, and read on! (PS: **the two stars mean stage action**)
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I own none of these characters. They all belong to JK, or as others would have it, themselves. The whole idea is Shakespeare's, and quite a bit of the dialogue is his too. If I've missed anything, sue me.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts
Severus Snape: head of Slytherin
Minerva McGonagall: head of Gryffindor
GRYFFINDOR:
= Two opposing houses
SLYTHERIN:
DRACO: Favoured student of Slytherin
HERMIONE: Favoured student of Gryffindor
CRABBE: Draco's ape / bodyguard
GOYLE: Draco's ape / bodyguard
Harry Potter: Leader of the Gryffindor group
Ron: Gryffindor leader
Seamus:
Dean:
Neville: = Gryffindors
Pavarti:
Lavender:
Pansy:
Blaise:
Morag: = Slytherins
Sven:
Agmod:
NON SPEAKING ROLES:
Gryffindors
Ravenclaws
Hufflepuffs
Hogsmeade shoppers
People at the ball
Two houses, both alike in dignity
In fair Hogwarts, where we now lay our scene,
From ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny,
Where students' blood makes students' hands unclean
From forth the fatal ranks of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do by their death bury their houses' strife
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their houses' rage,
To which, but their students' end, nought could remove,
Is now two hours traffic of our stage.
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
SCENE ONE: THE GREAT HALL
**Harry, Ron and Seamus are sitting at their table.**
Harry: Ron, o' my word, we'll not carry wands.
Ron: And wait for them to strike? Harry, your nobility hast deceived you. These Slytherins are lower than dirt. The day we carry not wands is the day we die.
Seamus: Why are you guys speaking so weird?
**Harry and Ron roll their eyes. Pause play**
Harry: It's a play, idiot.
Seamus: Oh. Yeah. I knew that.
**Resume play**
Ron: A dog of the Slytherin house moves towards us.
**Enter Pansy**
Harry: Ignore her, she has not done anything to us.
Ron: If any Slytherin moves towards me I shall teach them; her head is in forfeit, moving as she does.
Harry: Ron, the quarrel is between our masters and our enemy, Malfoy.
Ron: 'Tis one all, all Slytherins are our enemies.
Seamus: Aye, he be right. Ron, if you quarrel with this Slytherin dog, my wand is drawn. I will back thee.
Ron: Good man! Harry, wilt thou not join us? Three wands are better than one.
**Harry rolls his eyes**
Harry: I had better. Otherwise, you two will start the fight, and then where will we be?
**Enter Crabbe and Goyle**
Pansy: Do you Gryffindor curs threaten me? I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. I have been taking Duelling Lessons since I was five.
Ron: (sneeringly) Thinkest thou to boast Slytherin? My companion has fought the Basilisk, the Hungarian Horntail, Dementors and charmed mazes many a time, and defeated thy Lord and Master, You-Know-Who, four or five times.
Pansy: Mere luck.
Harry: Why do you do all the talking around here? Methinks your ape-like companions have lost the power of speech - or perhaps never possessed it.
**Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle lunge for the Gryffindors.**
SCENE TWO - DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
**Dumbledore is standing at his desk. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape are standing in front of it. Behind them are Harry, Ron and Seamus (McGonagall) and Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. (Snape.)**
Dumbledore: This is disgraceful. Duelling in the Great Hall! Thou art meant to be examples, as seventh years. Harry, Ron, Pansy, I would have thought better of you.
**Harry and Ron look ashamed. Pansy just glares. Crabbe, Goyle and Seamus look offended. (He wouldn't have thought better of them?)**
Snape: I see not why we are here.
McGonagall: We make every effort to stop these confrontations -
Dumbledore: You speak rubbish, my good lady. Both of you encourage these! If these attacks do not stop, we shall have to remove Gryffindor and Slytherin from the House running!
**All look horrified. The students turn to leave.**
Dumbledore: Oh, and you six?
**All six turn around**
Dumbledore: One more fight, just one more, and you will all be expelled. You may go now.
SCENE THREE - GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM
**Hermione, Harry and Ron are sitting by the fire.**
Hermione: You know that it is thine own fault, Ron. You started the fight.
Ron: (scowling) You are too forgiving, Hermione. Those Slytherins will do anything to get us into trouble.
Hermione: (sceptically) Even get themselves expelled? I do not believe that even they could sink so low.
Harry: Hermione most will go into You-Know-Who's service after leaving school. They will not care whether they graduate.
**Solemn pause. Hermione looks up.**
Hermione: Come, let us not speak of this. If thou art really worried, Ron, Harry, I am sure there is something in my books that will protect you from any attack. You could just stand there, and not get expelled. Mayhap if we went to the library...
Harry/Ron: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry: Please, not the library Hermione!
Ron: Anything but! Oh, please, have mercy...
Hermione: (sniffing) Fine. But don't blame ME when you are expelled...
**Exit Hermione, mumbled under her breath. Enter Pavarti and Lavender.**
Pavarti: Do you think she knows of the ball we will hold for her birthday?
Ron: Nay, nothing, I'd wager. We have been quiet.
Harry: She thinks we forgot her birthday. Ha, won't she be surprised?
Lavender: Mayhap we should tell her. We can't have a ball for her birthday without Hermione there.
Harry: Aye. Maybe you two should tell her?
Ron: And remember - no Slytherins!
All: AYE!
SCENE FOUR - SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM
**Draco is sitting, looking moodily into the fire. Crabbe and Goyle enter**
Crabbe: We have news.
Draco: Avast, they speak. I heard you two were threatened with expulsion this afternoon? With the lovely Pansy, who is already packing her bags.
Goyle: Nothing to do with us. It's the Gryffindors' fault -
Draco: Aye, I know. Now, what be your news?
Crabbe: They're holding a ball for one of their number.
Goyle: Hermione Granger.
Crabbe: The Mudblood.
Goyle: Tonight.
Crabbe: All the school invited.
Goyle: Except us.
Crabbe: Strictly no Slytherins.
Goyle: And it be a masked ball.
**Draco laughs**
Draco: Do my ears deceive me? My friends, I believe you just had an idea.
**Crabbe and Goyle look at each other, confused.**
Draco: Maybe we should go pay their party a little visit.
**Enter Pansy, Blaise, Agmond, Morag and Sven**
Draco: My fellow Slytherins, we are going to a party!
SCENE FOUR - THE BALL
**The hall is filled with Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Nearest to us are Harry, Ron and Hermione**
Harry: See? We did not forget your birthday.
Ron: I am affronted that you could even think so.
Hermione: You two are the best of friends. Hark, I hear Cho calling you Harry. And is that not Lavender, Ron?
Harry: Ah...
Ron: We must be going.
Harry: Happy Birthday, Hermione.
**Exit Harry and Ron. Hermione moves into the crowd. Enter Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.**
Draco: Ha! What a merry gathering. It will be all the better with us here, of course. Goyle, you are sure no one saw us coming?
Goyle: We saw no one.
Crabbe: The masks will hide us.
Draco: Yes, yes. Now, let us mingle.
**Draco, Goyle and Crabbe melt into the crowd, but Draco reappears on one side of the stage, Hermione on the other. Spotlight on leads - dim the lights...**
Draco: Hark! Who is this fair maiden? She posses much beauty...
Hermione: Who is this I see? A handsome man, it is true, but none that I recognise...
Draco: Great Wizards! I feel lighter...
Hermione: He is smiling... all is right in the world...
Draco approaches Hermione
Draco: If I profane with my unworthy hand, this holy shrine of beauty, by asking you to dance...
Hermione: The fine is this: a kiss...
**They dance. Enter Professor McGonagall**
McGonagall: Hermione, I request you to come with me.
Draco: (aside) This fair beauty is Hermione, my arch enemy? I hardly recognise her... she looks so fine in her dress.
McGonagall: Also, Hermione, I would be careful with whom you dance... I have heard that some Slytherins are at the party, including thine enemy, Draco Malfoy...
Hermione: (aside) Ah! I recognise this handsome gentleman now... none other than Draco Malfoy... but I fear it is too late for warning...
Draco/Hermione: Can I be falling in love?
Exit McGonagall and Hermione to left, Draco to right.
END OF ACT ONE
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I own none of these characters. They all belong to JK, or as others would have it, themselves. The whole idea is Shakespeare's, and quite a bit of the dialogue is his too. If I've missed anything, sue me.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts
Severus Snape: head of Slytherin
Minerva McGonagall: head of Gryffindor
GRYFFINDOR:
= Two opposing houses
SLYTHERIN:
DRACO: Favoured student of Slytherin
HERMIONE: Favoured student of Gryffindor
CRABBE: Draco's ape / bodyguard
GOYLE: Draco's ape / bodyguard
Harry Potter: Leader of the Gryffindor group
Ron: Gryffindor leader
Seamus:
Dean:
Neville: = Gryffindors
Pavarti:
Lavender:
Pansy:
Blaise:
Morag: = Slytherins
Sven:
Agmod:
NON SPEAKING ROLES:
Gryffindors
Ravenclaws
Hufflepuffs
Hogsmeade shoppers
People at the ball
Two houses, both alike in dignity
In fair Hogwarts, where we now lay our scene,
From ancient grudge breaks to new mutiny,
Where students' blood makes students' hands unclean
From forth the fatal ranks of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do by their death bury their houses' strife
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their houses' rage,
To which, but their students' end, nought could remove,
Is now two hours traffic of our stage.
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
SCENE ONE: THE GREAT HALL
**Harry, Ron and Seamus are sitting at their table.**
Harry: Ron, o' my word, we'll not carry wands.
Ron: And wait for them to strike? Harry, your nobility hast deceived you. These Slytherins are lower than dirt. The day we carry not wands is the day we die.
Seamus: Why are you guys speaking so weird?
**Harry and Ron roll their eyes. Pause play**
Harry: It's a play, idiot.
Seamus: Oh. Yeah. I knew that.
**Resume play**
Ron: A dog of the Slytherin house moves towards us.
**Enter Pansy**
Harry: Ignore her, she has not done anything to us.
Ron: If any Slytherin moves towards me I shall teach them; her head is in forfeit, moving as she does.
Harry: Ron, the quarrel is between our masters and our enemy, Malfoy.
Ron: 'Tis one all, all Slytherins are our enemies.
Seamus: Aye, he be right. Ron, if you quarrel with this Slytherin dog, my wand is drawn. I will back thee.
Ron: Good man! Harry, wilt thou not join us? Three wands are better than one.
**Harry rolls his eyes**
Harry: I had better. Otherwise, you two will start the fight, and then where will we be?
**Enter Crabbe and Goyle**
Pansy: Do you Gryffindor curs threaten me? I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. I have been taking Duelling Lessons since I was five.
Ron: (sneeringly) Thinkest thou to boast Slytherin? My companion has fought the Basilisk, the Hungarian Horntail, Dementors and charmed mazes many a time, and defeated thy Lord and Master, You-Know-Who, four or five times.
Pansy: Mere luck.
Harry: Why do you do all the talking around here? Methinks your ape-like companions have lost the power of speech - or perhaps never possessed it.
**Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle lunge for the Gryffindors.**
SCENE TWO - DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
**Dumbledore is standing at his desk. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape are standing in front of it. Behind them are Harry, Ron and Seamus (McGonagall) and Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. (Snape.)**
Dumbledore: This is disgraceful. Duelling in the Great Hall! Thou art meant to be examples, as seventh years. Harry, Ron, Pansy, I would have thought better of you.
**Harry and Ron look ashamed. Pansy just glares. Crabbe, Goyle and Seamus look offended. (He wouldn't have thought better of them?)**
Snape: I see not why we are here.
McGonagall: We make every effort to stop these confrontations -
Dumbledore: You speak rubbish, my good lady. Both of you encourage these! If these attacks do not stop, we shall have to remove Gryffindor and Slytherin from the House running!
**All look horrified. The students turn to leave.**
Dumbledore: Oh, and you six?
**All six turn around**
Dumbledore: One more fight, just one more, and you will all be expelled. You may go now.
SCENE THREE - GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM
**Hermione, Harry and Ron are sitting by the fire.**
Hermione: You know that it is thine own fault, Ron. You started the fight.
Ron: (scowling) You are too forgiving, Hermione. Those Slytherins will do anything to get us into trouble.
Hermione: (sceptically) Even get themselves expelled? I do not believe that even they could sink so low.
Harry: Hermione most will go into You-Know-Who's service after leaving school. They will not care whether they graduate.
**Solemn pause. Hermione looks up.**
Hermione: Come, let us not speak of this. If thou art really worried, Ron, Harry, I am sure there is something in my books that will protect you from any attack. You could just stand there, and not get expelled. Mayhap if we went to the library...
Harry/Ron: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry: Please, not the library Hermione!
Ron: Anything but! Oh, please, have mercy...
Hermione: (sniffing) Fine. But don't blame ME when you are expelled...
**Exit Hermione, mumbled under her breath. Enter Pavarti and Lavender.**
Pavarti: Do you think she knows of the ball we will hold for her birthday?
Ron: Nay, nothing, I'd wager. We have been quiet.
Harry: She thinks we forgot her birthday. Ha, won't she be surprised?
Lavender: Mayhap we should tell her. We can't have a ball for her birthday without Hermione there.
Harry: Aye. Maybe you two should tell her?
Ron: And remember - no Slytherins!
All: AYE!
SCENE FOUR - SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM
**Draco is sitting, looking moodily into the fire. Crabbe and Goyle enter**
Crabbe: We have news.
Draco: Avast, they speak. I heard you two were threatened with expulsion this afternoon? With the lovely Pansy, who is already packing her bags.
Goyle: Nothing to do with us. It's the Gryffindors' fault -
Draco: Aye, I know. Now, what be your news?
Crabbe: They're holding a ball for one of their number.
Goyle: Hermione Granger.
Crabbe: The Mudblood.
Goyle: Tonight.
Crabbe: All the school invited.
Goyle: Except us.
Crabbe: Strictly no Slytherins.
Goyle: And it be a masked ball.
**Draco laughs**
Draco: Do my ears deceive me? My friends, I believe you just had an idea.
**Crabbe and Goyle look at each other, confused.**
Draco: Maybe we should go pay their party a little visit.
**Enter Pansy, Blaise, Agmond, Morag and Sven**
Draco: My fellow Slytherins, we are going to a party!
SCENE FOUR - THE BALL
**The hall is filled with Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Nearest to us are Harry, Ron and Hermione**
Harry: See? We did not forget your birthday.
Ron: I am affronted that you could even think so.
Hermione: You two are the best of friends. Hark, I hear Cho calling you Harry. And is that not Lavender, Ron?
Harry: Ah...
Ron: We must be going.
Harry: Happy Birthday, Hermione.
**Exit Harry and Ron. Hermione moves into the crowd. Enter Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.**
Draco: Ha! What a merry gathering. It will be all the better with us here, of course. Goyle, you are sure no one saw us coming?
Goyle: We saw no one.
Crabbe: The masks will hide us.
Draco: Yes, yes. Now, let us mingle.
**Draco, Goyle and Crabbe melt into the crowd, but Draco reappears on one side of the stage, Hermione on the other. Spotlight on leads - dim the lights...**
Draco: Hark! Who is this fair maiden? She posses much beauty...
Hermione: Who is this I see? A handsome man, it is true, but none that I recognise...
Draco: Great Wizards! I feel lighter...
Hermione: He is smiling... all is right in the world...
Draco approaches Hermione
Draco: If I profane with my unworthy hand, this holy shrine of beauty, by asking you to dance...
Hermione: The fine is this: a kiss...
**They dance. Enter Professor McGonagall**
McGonagall: Hermione, I request you to come with me.
Draco: (aside) This fair beauty is Hermione, my arch enemy? I hardly recognise her... she looks so fine in her dress.
McGonagall: Also, Hermione, I would be careful with whom you dance... I have heard that some Slytherins are at the party, including thine enemy, Draco Malfoy...
Hermione: (aside) Ah! I recognise this handsome gentleman now... none other than Draco Malfoy... but I fear it is too late for warning...
Draco/Hermione: Can I be falling in love?
Exit McGonagall and Hermione to left, Draco to right.
END OF ACT ONE