OUR OWN OLYMPUS
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART ONE:
"It's over, Draco," Pansy said. "It's over."
"But Pansy!" Draco gasped. "Pansy! We've gone out for eight months, and-"
"Look, Draco," Pansy sighed. "This isn't easy for me either. I just need my space." She turned away, and started to leave the Slytherin common room.
"Pansy, just tell me. There isn't someone else, is there?"
"No, Draco," Pansy replied. "There is."
"Is he more important than me?" Draco asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Pansy said quietly.
"If you're not sure, then why are you doing this? To me? To us!"
"I don't love you anymore, Draco," Pansy said quietly. "We've been going out since the middle of our sixth year, and everything's dried up. That flame that used to exist has just died, Draco, don't you see? Everything has become so. so. mundane."
"Pansy-"
But Pansy pretended not to hear him, for she walked faster, and climbed out of the Slytherin common room, nearly hitting his cousin, Blaise Zabini, who was on his way in.
"What just happened?" Blaise asked. "What just happened, Draco?"
"Pansy dumped me. There was someone else." He glanced at his cousin. "Do you have any idea who it is?"
Blaise nodded sadly. "I saw them in Filch's broom closet just a few hours ago, and I told her that if she didn't tell you, I would."
"But who was it?"
Blaise sighed. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes," Draco said. "Tell me."
"She was with Seamus Finnigan."
Draco shook his head and looked down at the cold stone floor. "I've lost her. She said that our passion dried up, and she doesn't love me anymore."
"There's always time," Blaise assured. "Perhaps-"
"It's over," Draco said helplessly. "It's just completely over. She doesn't love me. She said our relationship is dry."
"So find someone else," Blaise offered. "Come on, there's a lot prettier girls at Hogwarts than Pansy. I mean, think about it. There's the Patil sisters, and then Lavender Brown." He smiled contently. "Trust me, if you can get Lavender Brown, you have to be special. I mean, just look at her! There's a party in Gryffindor tonight. Want to go? You check out some of the other beautiful women of Hogwarts."
"I don't think I'm up for that," Draco sighed. "I think I'll just sit alone in my dormitory, and pick up the remaining shards of my life."
"Pansy will be there."
"How do you know?"
"Well, she's going out with Seamus now, isn't she?"
"I suppose," Draco sighed. "Oh, but she'd never take me back."
"Well she dumped you because your relationship got too boring, right?" Blaise asked.
Draco nodded sheepishly.
"Well, show her that it is still cookin'!"
"Dear God, Blaise," Draco laughed, despite his great heartbreak. "I don't ever want you to use that phrase again, hear?"
"You missed the point," Blaise said, slightly offended that Draco had made fun of him. "You missed the point completely. I was just trying to tell you to convince her that the passionate fire between you is still burning strong."
"Oh, Blaise, she's with Seamus. They're probably in Gryffindor tower right now, wrapped in each other's arms." His voice trailed off, as this horrible picture built in his head. In a high, cracking voice, he added, "And I don't even want to think about what they're going to do tonight."
"I know what they're going to do tonight."
"Don't we all?" Draco muttered bitterly.
"No, not that," Blaise said. "They're attending a party at Gryffindor tower, hosted by Potter. Where you can win her back."
"Like Potter would invite me to his party," Draco sneered. "And how would I get in anyway? I don't know the password."
Blaise grinned. "I do."
"Try the... blue," Hermione said, rummaging through Harry's wardrobe. "Try this one on, Ron. You have such nice blue eyes, and they bring out the color-"
Ron yawned. Hermione had been picking out clothes for him to wear to the party for the last hour. If he had known that asking if he could wear white socks and dress shoes would trigger her rummaging through Harry's closet for an hour, he wouldn't have asked her at all. "Anything but maroon, Hermione."
"Well, that's why I'm looking through Harry's wardrobe for you," she told him. She turned to Harry, clad in his green dress robes, writing a letter to Mr. Weasley. "Harry, how'd you get so many pairs of dress robes, anyway?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," Harry replied. "I think Dobby's been knitting them and then sneaking them in here."
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing a nice scarlet dress robe onto the ground. "Oh, so this is slave labor, you're telling me?"
"Nope," Harry said casually. "Dobby's paid. It was a present."
Hermione turned slightly pink; she hated being contradicted.
"The blue works," Ron called from behind his bed curtains.
"Let me see," Hermione said, as Ron stepped out. "Oh, no, Ron! Try the red ones-"
"Blue is fine!" Ron gasped. "Honestly, Hermione!"
"Fine, then," Hermione replied. "If you want to be the laughing stock of the party, then be my guest!"
"Hermione, you're blowing this out of proportion," Ron said. "They look fine."
Hermione squinted her eyes, and tilted her head. "Well, I suppose if they don't look at your face..."
"Erm, right," Ron muttered. He turned to his friend. "Come on, now, Harry, and let's get going. I can hear people outside, waiting for the party to start."
"Yeah, let's," Harry said. "Are you coming, Hermione?"
"Yes, I am coming," she replied, grabbing her purse from Harry's bedside table.
Harry glanced back at Dean Thomas, who writing a letter.
"Are you coming, Thomas?"
Thomas glanced up. "I have to finish this."
"Who're you writing to, anyway?" Ron asked, peering over his roommate's shoulder.
Dear Mr. Weasley, I know we've only met twice but, as you know, I have been dating Ginny for the last year and a half. We've been so perfect together, and I truly love her more than anything else in the world. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to ask your permission for her hand in marriage.
"It's not done yet," Thomas said quickly.
Ron grinned. "Wow, Thomas, you could be my brother-in-law!"
"Is the letter too sappy, though?" Thomas asked anxiously.
"Oh, Dad will love it," Ron grinned, "and Mum will cry. Trust me. You're as good as in the family."
To Be Continued
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART ONE:
"It's over, Draco," Pansy said. "It's over."
"But Pansy!" Draco gasped. "Pansy! We've gone out for eight months, and-"
"Look, Draco," Pansy sighed. "This isn't easy for me either. I just need my space." She turned away, and started to leave the Slytherin common room.
"Pansy, just tell me. There isn't someone else, is there?"
"No, Draco," Pansy replied. "There is."
"Is he more important than me?" Draco asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Pansy said quietly.
"If you're not sure, then why are you doing this? To me? To us!"
"I don't love you anymore, Draco," Pansy said quietly. "We've been going out since the middle of our sixth year, and everything's dried up. That flame that used to exist has just died, Draco, don't you see? Everything has become so. so. mundane."
"Pansy-"
But Pansy pretended not to hear him, for she walked faster, and climbed out of the Slytherin common room, nearly hitting his cousin, Blaise Zabini, who was on his way in.
"What just happened?" Blaise asked. "What just happened, Draco?"
"Pansy dumped me. There was someone else." He glanced at his cousin. "Do you have any idea who it is?"
Blaise nodded sadly. "I saw them in Filch's broom closet just a few hours ago, and I told her that if she didn't tell you, I would."
"But who was it?"
Blaise sighed. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes," Draco said. "Tell me."
"She was with Seamus Finnigan."
Draco shook his head and looked down at the cold stone floor. "I've lost her. She said that our passion dried up, and she doesn't love me anymore."
"There's always time," Blaise assured. "Perhaps-"
"It's over," Draco said helplessly. "It's just completely over. She doesn't love me. She said our relationship is dry."
"So find someone else," Blaise offered. "Come on, there's a lot prettier girls at Hogwarts than Pansy. I mean, think about it. There's the Patil sisters, and then Lavender Brown." He smiled contently. "Trust me, if you can get Lavender Brown, you have to be special. I mean, just look at her! There's a party in Gryffindor tonight. Want to go? You check out some of the other beautiful women of Hogwarts."
"I don't think I'm up for that," Draco sighed. "I think I'll just sit alone in my dormitory, and pick up the remaining shards of my life."
"Pansy will be there."
"How do you know?"
"Well, she's going out with Seamus now, isn't she?"
"I suppose," Draco sighed. "Oh, but she'd never take me back."
"Well she dumped you because your relationship got too boring, right?" Blaise asked.
Draco nodded sheepishly.
"Well, show her that it is still cookin'!"
"Dear God, Blaise," Draco laughed, despite his great heartbreak. "I don't ever want you to use that phrase again, hear?"
"You missed the point," Blaise said, slightly offended that Draco had made fun of him. "You missed the point completely. I was just trying to tell you to convince her that the passionate fire between you is still burning strong."
"Oh, Blaise, she's with Seamus. They're probably in Gryffindor tower right now, wrapped in each other's arms." His voice trailed off, as this horrible picture built in his head. In a high, cracking voice, he added, "And I don't even want to think about what they're going to do tonight."
"I know what they're going to do tonight."
"Don't we all?" Draco muttered bitterly.
"No, not that," Blaise said. "They're attending a party at Gryffindor tower, hosted by Potter. Where you can win her back."
"Like Potter would invite me to his party," Draco sneered. "And how would I get in anyway? I don't know the password."
Blaise grinned. "I do."
"Try the... blue," Hermione said, rummaging through Harry's wardrobe. "Try this one on, Ron. You have such nice blue eyes, and they bring out the color-"
Ron yawned. Hermione had been picking out clothes for him to wear to the party for the last hour. If he had known that asking if he could wear white socks and dress shoes would trigger her rummaging through Harry's closet for an hour, he wouldn't have asked her at all. "Anything but maroon, Hermione."
"Well, that's why I'm looking through Harry's wardrobe for you," she told him. She turned to Harry, clad in his green dress robes, writing a letter to Mr. Weasley. "Harry, how'd you get so many pairs of dress robes, anyway?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," Harry replied. "I think Dobby's been knitting them and then sneaking them in here."
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing a nice scarlet dress robe onto the ground. "Oh, so this is slave labor, you're telling me?"
"Nope," Harry said casually. "Dobby's paid. It was a present."
Hermione turned slightly pink; she hated being contradicted.
"The blue works," Ron called from behind his bed curtains.
"Let me see," Hermione said, as Ron stepped out. "Oh, no, Ron! Try the red ones-"
"Blue is fine!" Ron gasped. "Honestly, Hermione!"
"Fine, then," Hermione replied. "If you want to be the laughing stock of the party, then be my guest!"
"Hermione, you're blowing this out of proportion," Ron said. "They look fine."
Hermione squinted her eyes, and tilted her head. "Well, I suppose if they don't look at your face..."
"Erm, right," Ron muttered. He turned to his friend. "Come on, now, Harry, and let's get going. I can hear people outside, waiting for the party to start."
"Yeah, let's," Harry said. "Are you coming, Hermione?"
"Yes, I am coming," she replied, grabbing her purse from Harry's bedside table.
Harry glanced back at Dean Thomas, who writing a letter.
"Are you coming, Thomas?"
Thomas glanced up. "I have to finish this."
"Who're you writing to, anyway?" Ron asked, peering over his roommate's shoulder.
Dear Mr. Weasley, I know we've only met twice but, as you know, I have been dating Ginny for the last year and a half. We've been so perfect together, and I truly love her more than anything else in the world. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to ask your permission for her hand in marriage.
"It's not done yet," Thomas said quickly.
Ron grinned. "Wow, Thomas, you could be my brother-in-law!"
"Is the letter too sappy, though?" Thomas asked anxiously.
"Oh, Dad will love it," Ron grinned, "and Mum will cry. Trust me. You're as good as in the family."
To Be Continued