A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the following characters. They all belong to JK Rowling, alot of the following situatioms belong to William Shakespeare, but some of it belongs to me (like the plot and stuff)

AN: Woo hoo hoo, its been done, Woo hoo hoo, its all been done, woo hoo hoo, its all been doooonnnneee, before. (In the words of the barenaked ladies)

Yes, that is correct, I am failing on originality points, because guess what, this is another one of those our-fave-characters-get-sent-back-in- time-and-have-to-help-each-other-and-becomes-friends-because-they-are-the- only-two-who-can-save-each-other-fics.

So therefore, I am sorry if this is alot like any of your stories, I have not read one like this one before but it is possible that some one has written one.

Read, Review and enjoy.

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Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our 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 misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

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

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

- William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet."

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"If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."

"That is so romantic" Ginny sighed as Hermione finished reading. The other girl nodded.

"Romantic...that?" Ron asked

"Yes, that is very romantic" Hermione glared at him "Although I would not expect you to recognise romance"

"I can reconise romance...that was not romance, I didn't even understand one word of that crap" Ron exclaimed, reaching across the table and grabbing the old, leather bound book from Hermione's hand.

"I thought it was wonderful...didn't you Harry" Ginny asked, Harry looked up from his plate.

"Shakespeare...yeah he is ok" Harry replied.

"Men" Ginny and Hermione said together.

"So, this, William Shakespeare guy...he was a muggle?" Ron asked, looking through the book.

"I would say so...he did write a few stories with magic in them but...I would say he was a muggle" Hermione replied.

"O! thou wilt speak again of banishment...what the hell is that suppost to mean?" Ron quoted.

"it means, they will be kicking Romeo out of the town" Hermione glared at him and grabbed her book back.

"Then why didn't they just say that instead of using words that no one would understand?" Harry asked

"Because when this play was written, this was the way that they spoke" Hermione explained. Harry and Ron looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Honestly?" Harry asked

"Yes, honestly" Ginny replied.

"Harry, thou shalt pass thee thy breakfast bacon?" Ron asked with a some what straight face.

"Thee shalt be delighted, young Weasley" Harry replied, and then they burst out laughing again.

Hermione and Ginny just shook their head at the boys.

"Those two wouldn't know good literature if it hit them in the face." Hermione groaned, Ginny nodded.

"Doth thou attempt to insult thee?" Ron asked

"Yes" the girls answered together.

"Harry, unseath thy sword" Ron exclaimed, and once again they roared with laughter. People from other tables had begun to listen to them.

"So, what happens in the rest of the story Hermione?" Ginny asked, ignoring the boys and their stupidity.

"Romeo and Julliet fall in love and they secretly get married, Julliette's cousin kills Romeo's best friend and the Romeo kills Juliets cousin...It gets a little confusing, I will lend you the book" Hermione smiled and held it out to Ginny.

"Thank you Hermione" Ginny took the book from her.

"It shall appear to be thy class time" Harry laughed

"Indeed, thy wilt accompany you" Ron replied, they stood and made their way out of the great hall.

"Morons" Hermione and Ginny said together as they watched them leave.

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Ginny walked through the hall on the way to her common room, her bag swung over her shoulder and the Shakespeare book in her hands. She was reading silently and not watching where she was going.

She turned a corner and ran into some one, knocking both of them over and her book slid across the floor.

"I am sorry" Ginny said, hurriedly.

"Watch it next time would you Weasley" The drawl was so annoyingly familiar, Ginny didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"I said I was sorry Malfoy, what more do you want from me?" Ginny spat as she straightened her robe.

"Are you offering?" Draco asked, Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.

"You are disgusting" She replied, moving to walk off down the hall.

"Wait, Weasley, you forgot you book" Draco smirked picking it up and looking at the title "Romeo and Juliet"

"Give it back" Ginny asked, softly at first, But Draco was still starring at the front of the book.

"You read Shakespeare?" He questioned, Ginny nodded.

"Yes I do, now give it back" She exclaimed.

"Ok, calm down" he handed her back the book, their fingers grazing softly as she pulled away.

"Good bye" She spat angily, picking up her bag and walking off down the hall. Draco sighed to himself, watching her retreating form.

"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet..." he whispered and then turned on his heel to leave the hall.

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Ginny sat on her bed in her bedroom, her blanket covering her and the shades drawn around her bed, her wand casting a soft glow over the book in her lap.

She read sliently to herself. Ginny felt a strange connection to the book, almost as though the words that were written so many years ago were in some way relevant to her, but she knew that it couldn't be possible for that to be. She had no cousin, she had no nurse, she had no suitor that was desparate to marry her...but she did have an enemy...but of course, she hated his guts.

But Juliet, a young woman, over protected by her family members and not allowed to experience anything for herself was like Ginny. And that was al the conection Ginny needed to make the story familiar.

She settled under the blanket more and continued to read.

***** Draco dug in his trunk for a while, before finially finding what he was looking for. In his hand he held a old, battered copy of Romeo and Juliet.

No one would have guessed that this was Draco's all time favourite book. He had read it millions of times, each time it would get better and better.

When ever his life would get rough, when ever he would need time alone, when ever he was sad, Draco would lock himself in his bedroom, and not re emerge until he had read to the tragic end.

For some reason, knowing that two people loved each other enough to die together made him feel better, made him realise that the world was not completely screwed up.

His fingers ran over the peeling gold letter of the title, set in the soft black leather. He had not read it in a while, because he had not felt the need to. His life was going well, almost all of it was perfect. His marks were good, his father was off his back about the death eater thing and the quidditch season was going well. The only area of his life that need inproving was his love life.

Draco laughed out loud at the irony...at that very moment, the object of his affection was probably in her room, or in the gryffindor common roon in front of the fire, reading the book he loved so much. The woman of his dreams and the book which tweaked his soul were now linked in Draco's mind. And they probably always would be.

Draco sighed and threw himself onto the bed, looking at his own copy of the book. He opened to any random page, and began to read.

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Simultanously, Draco and Ginny, in their two separate rooms, turned the page.

"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" Ginny whispered to herself in the darkness of the quiet room.

"The exchange of thy's faithful vow for mine" Draco whispered, reading softly from his own book in his room.

"I gave thee mine before thou did request it" Ginny smiled at Juliets respose. Then suddenly, out of no where, yawned.

In the two separate houses in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy, two separate people fell alseep at exactly the same time, their Shakespeare books open on their chests.

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The sunlight shone brightly onto Ginny's bed.

But that was odd, because Ginny's window did not catch the morning sunlight.

She opened her eyes and looked around her bedroom.

But it wasn't her room. There was no red and gold, there was no pile of text books, there was no early morning gigling from the next bed...they was silence.

Ginny looked down at the soft, clean white blankets of the bed she was in, and then of the thin, breasy curtians around the bed. The material was soft like silk, yet not a shiny as that. She shook her head and then piched herself.

But she was still in the same room.

Leaving the bad, she looke daround the spotless room and then out of the large windows onto the small balcony which overlooked an orchard. the door behind her opened, and some one entered.

"Good morrow M'Lady" the visiter smiled, Ginny rubbed her eyes, it was...Hermione.

"Hermione?" Ginny smiled.

"I no not who you speak of, Lady Juliet, but you must prepare for the coming day" Hermione replied.

"Good one Hermione, you called me Juliet" Ginny laughed.

"Miss Juliet, are you ill today?" The Hermione lady asked.

"No..and stop calling me Juliet" Ginny snapped.

"Miss Juliet, please, I no not of this Hermione which you mention, and your mother craves a word with you as to preparations for the ball this evening" The lady replied. Ginny shook her head. The new room. The orchard. Miss Juliet. The ball. Hermione acting strange.

Either Ginny had been sent back in time, or she had gone completely insane.

and option number two was looking very good at that point in time.

"Please Miss Juliet, we have much to do" The Hermione woman told her.

"Umm, ok" Ginny muttered, and moved with the Hermione lady.

"I do believe thee to be ill this morning, you are yet to greet me" the lady said.

"Umm, yeah, ok, about that..." Ginny struggled, she had gone crazy and now this figment of her imagination was calling her Juliet. "...good morrow...nurse" Ginny held her breath.

"That is better, M'Lady, now, let us continue" The nurse replied, Ginny sighed.

"What the hell is going on in my head?" She asked her self as she continued across her room.

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A/N: I will leave it there for this chapter, I would love your feed back, do you love it do you hate it, are you caught in a crossroads?

anyway, it has all been done before, there will be cameo's in this one by all of your faves (Hermione, Harry, Ron, Crabbe, Goyle and many others)

and in case you didn't understand it, they got thrown back in time because they were like reading together but not together (it's like a magic connection or whatever)

Look for the next chapter soon. :)