Note made the 17/12/03: Beware, beware! This is very innocent. Really innocent. And now that I've read it again, I don't really like it^^;. I'm not going to change it though, it's just to warn you^^;.

I just got the idea suddenly and started writing… Ack, it's really… weird lol. Enjoy!

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Shakespeare Was All It Took

"Well, we have gathered you here because we have an announcement to make." Professor McGonnagal paused for a second and then went on, "The Headmaster has decided such rivalry between these two houses must end. Of course, it is almost a tradition of Hogwards that Slytherin and Gryffindor don't get along but… In your two years, you have gone too far. Therefore, you will have to work together and achieve a common goal: make a play. You will have to choose your actors, rehearse, and by the end of the year you will have to perform it in front of the school."

Professor McGonnagal paced down the Great Hall, scanning every blaffled face looking at her in disbelief. Behind her, Professor Snape smirked at the dumb expressions.

The Great Hall was empty, except for Gryffindor and Slytherin's six and seven graders.

"B-But Professor, what about the exams?" Hermione Granger held her arm in the air.

"Miss Granger, we are now in December, and I have to remind you exams are only at the end of this year. You will have plenty of time for studying and participating."

All hopes of protesting against the crazy plan were blown away when Hermione had tried and failed.

Snape waved his wand and a cauldron appeared on the table.

"We have agreed to help you on your way… Crabbe, get over here."

A silly-looking, but big and heavily built boy stepped out of the crowd. Snape pressed him to get next to the cauldron.

"We've written many plays on these pieces of paper. Crabbe is now going to take one. That will be the play you shall perform. Go on, Crabbe."

Crabbe stuck his hand in the pieces of parchment and fished one out. He unfold it, and read what it said.

"R-Roméo and… and J-Juliette by Williâm Shakspeer."

McGonnagal rolled her eyes.

"Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, Crabbe."

The crowd, who hadn't understood what Crabbe had muttered, gasped at McGonnagald.

"What? Isn't that a play written by some muggle?" spat out Draco Malfoy. His Slytherin mates protested with him, but they saw it couldn't be undone.

"Hush, everyone, be quiet." McGonagal spoke again, "Now, we've written all your names on pieces of parchment, and all the roles or jobs on others. It will avoid any fighting about the role distribution."

McGonnagal swinged with her wand, and blue and pink pieces appeared in the cauldron. On the blue ones were the names, on the pink ones the roles. She swinged again, and all the papers started melting into each other, until there were only purple pieces left. Then, they all flew towards the crowd and found the person of which's name was written on them.

At the Gyffindor side, Ron clasped his hand on his mouth. His paper showed:

Ronald Weasley

Tybalt

"Ah great, I get to be killed! Who are you, Harry?"

"Paris. Isn't that the guy who has to marry Juliet?" muttered Harry, not expecting an answer.

"It is. Look, I'm the art director!" Interrupted Hermione, apparently satisfied with her job.

At the other side, where the Slytherins stood, Draco burst into laughter. Only when Pansy took his parchment, he stopped. Pansy's face turned into a smile.

"Oh that is wonderful Draco! You're Romeo! Ah, because I'm Rosaline, you'll love me for a while… I'm so happy!" She beamed at him, but only got a disgusted look back.

"I wonder who's Juliet." And he started looking around.

"Oh no…" moaned Ginny.

"What is it?" The Potter-Weasley-Granger trio turned around and saw her sorry face glancing at the paper. Then, she held it up, so that they were able to read it.

Virginia Weasley

Juliet

At that very moment, Draco passed by. He saw the note Ginny held up.

"Seems like I found my Juliet. Great, it's the little Weasel."

"Y-you're Romeo?" Ron didn't even bother answering to the insult.

"Why, yes. And you Tybalt? Don't worry, I'll be honored to kill you. And what is our famous Potter?"

"Paris!" shrieked Pansy from behind Harry's back.

"This will be very amusing, I guess."

Draco turned around and joined his friends. Snape started giving every students a plan for rehearsals and meetings.

"Now, good luck, and make it a nice play!" After these words, McGonnagal dismissed the students.

Fuming, Ginny went back to the Common Room without a word to the others. She went to sleep early, to avoid any laughter of her fellow Gryffindors. It was the last thing she needed.

Meanwhile, Draco was amused by his situation: it was a really good opportunity to annoy the Weasley family.