Author's Note: Romeo and Juliet fanfic.
I used my previous fanfic as chapter 2. Tell me what you think!
Cast:
Ginny Weasley: Juliet Capulet
Tristan Malfoy: Romeo Montague
Fred and George: Capulet Henchmen
Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle: Montague Henchmen
Ron Weasley: Mercutio
Percy Weasley: Benvolio
Molly Weasley: Lady Capulet
Arthur Weasley: Capulet
Narcissa Malfoy: Lady Montague
Lucius Malfoy: Montague
Rosmerta: Rosaline
Hermione: Juliet's Nurse
Chapter 1: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity…
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Diagon Alley, 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
Doth with their death bury their parent's 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' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
It was a cheerful sunny day, and Fred and George were walking down Diagon Alley buying their school supplies. They were wearing matching maroon robes, and had their wands tucked safely away inside the sleeves. The two boys were just passing 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions' when George suddenly let out a squeal.
'Oooh! Look, it's Malfoy trying on his robes! Quick, let's hide!' So, whizzing inside the shop and grabbing an invisibility cloak from the display, Fred and George were soon kneeling on the floor next to Malfoy, concealed from view.
'Tacitus!' whispered Fred, casting a silencing spell around them.
'Well,' sneered Malfoy, dressed in a set of shimmering pearly-blue dress robes, 'I'm not sure it really suits me. I mean, the colour clashes completely with my eyes, and I'm not really sure I want to spend all that much money on them. Of course, if they were cheaper it'd be a different matter…' Madam Malkin herself was measuring Malfoy up, and she looked rather flustered at this last remark.
'I suppose, as a special case I could lower the price for you,' she said reluctantly, 'but you understand, it's only a one off. It's one of my strictest policies not to barter.' Malfoy gave her a look of extreme distaste.
'Are you implying that a wizard of my high status would stoop as low as to 'barter'? he slimed while Crabbe and Goyle loomed out of the shadows long enough to grunt their agreement. Fred was distinctly grateful that he had had the sense to cast a silencing spell, because he and George were laughing so much that they almost tripped over the edge of the mirror Malfoy was gazing into.
'The cheek of that boy!' remarked Fred when they had recovered enough to have a semi-rational conversation. 'Everyone knows his family's got enough money to keep Hogwarts running for a few years, he doesn't need a discount!' but unfortunately his snide comment was wasted on George who was looking at Malfoy with a rather dazed expression on his face.
'You know he's right,' he said with a sigh, 'It just won't do, those robes clash horribly with his eyes!' Unfortunately this caused Fred to have such a violent fit of hysterics that he teetered over backwards and knocked into a shelf which was displaying some rather racy witch lingerie. The result of it was that the twins ended up on the floor covered in underwear with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle (not to mention Madam Malkin) all staring at them. Fred was sitting up with a large black lacy bra wrapped around his head which gave him the appearance of a huge, rather lewd fly, (the kind you'd rather NOT squash) whilst George was trying furiously to disentangle himself from a leopard-print thong which was growling throatily at him.
'Well, well, well,' Malfoy looked delighted at this unexpected turn of events, it was yet another chance for him to insult the Weasleys. 'I knew you Weasels were strapped for cash, but I didn't think you'd sink as low as shoplifting lengerie to raise the extra funds. Not yet, anyway.' He added with an infuriating smile. Malfoy knew he'd struck a nerve when Fred pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at him. George whispered in his ear:
'My wand's out and ready to cover you' Fred nodded his assent.
'Are you pointing your wand at me, Weasley?' Malfoy enquired with a smirk, his grey eyes glittering dangerously.
'I am pointing my wand, Malfoy,' replied Fred, defiantly.
'I do have eyes, you nitwit, I asked if you were pointing it at me.' Malfoy practically spat it out.
'No, I'm not pointing my wand at you, I'm pointing it at nothing just for fun.' Fred sneered sarcastically.
'Are you looking for a fight, Weasel?' Malfoy looked excited at the prospect, but George replied.
'He's not as good a weasel as you are a ferret. I doubt he can bounce quite as high, although he obviously hasn't had as much practice as you.' At this smarting comment, Malfoy looked ready to cast one of the unforgivables, and probably would have tried if Percy hadn't suddenly apparated right in front of him.
'Careful boys, you don't want to get into serious trouble with the ministry before term's begun.' He gave an annoyingly know-it-all smile before disappearing with a small 'pop'. George rolled his eyes and secreted his wand once more among the volumous folds of his robes.
'Sorry, Malfoy, this confrontation's going to have to wait until later.'
'Yeah,' agreed Fred, 'I'd hate to sacrifice my education because of your stupidity!' and before Malfoy could retort, the twins were gone, so he had to content himself with glaring at Madam Malkin who was peering over the edge of her desk.
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Later, at Malfoy Manor
Narcissa went to greet her son when he had returned from Diagon Alley. As she descended the front steps, she saw that he was with Crabbe and Goyle, no doubt they would be staying for tea. That meant a whole hour of pretending to be polite to those ignoramuses, and on top of that they already had Draco's cousin staying at the Manor for a few weeks. Narcissa sighed. Oh well, such things had to be borne with a certain amount of patience.
'Hello Mother,' Draco greeted her coldly, while Crabbe and Goyle shuffled awkwardly. 'Do you know where cousin Tristan is?' he enquired politely.
'Why yes, dear, I believe he is residing in the Rose Garden at present.' And with a final 'Thank you Mother!' Draco and his sidekicks had disappeared around the side of the house. Narcissa tutted as she returned to the house to prepare tea, and wondered if she would ever understand her wayward son.
Draco found his cousin, Tristan Malfoy, mooching on a wooden bench under the rose trees. His gaze was fixed on a distant point and he wasn't aware of Draco's presence until the latter waved his hand in front of his nose.
'Wha-? Oh, hi Draco.' Tristan said unenthusiastically. Draco puffed impatiently.
'Don't tell me you're still depressed about that thing with Rosmerta!'
'Well..' Draco interrupted him with an exasperated groan, and Tristan responded by sighing melodramatically.
'She was my one true love, my angel. I don't think I shall ever love again.' Draco snorted.
'You didn't even speak to her!' he said nastily.
'It made no difference. I was able to admire her perfection from afar.' Really! Draco mused, Tristan was beginning to sound like a love-sick puppy. There had to be a way to get his attention! After all, the reason for his visit was to try and persuade him to become a deatheater. It had been Lucius Malfoy's idea, and Draco had been only too happy to agree to the plan. After all, if he wanted his rightful inheritance he had to prove himself worthy of it to his father. He had to think of a way to distract Tristan!
'I know!' Draco had a sudden flash of inspiration, 'There's this ball that takes place every Christmas at Moonshine Hall in London, it's a masked ball and everyone has to go in costume. Want to come?'
'Well, I don't know…' Tristan didn't sound very sure, but Draco could sense the veiled interest beneath the words.
'There'll be lots of girls going,' he tried to sound nonchalant.
'Will Rosmerta be there?' Tristan asked hopefully,
'Err… yeah' he replied unconvincingly.
'Oh go on then!' Tristan perked up visibly, and looked a bit happier now that he had made up his mind to do something, and Draco hid his delight well.
'Great! Christmas is in two weeks, I'll get my Father to get us some tickets.' Draco was careful not to include Crabbe and Goyle in the invitation. They were all rights as far as protection went, but he didn't want them cramping his style!
I used my previous fanfic as chapter 2. Tell me what you think!
Cast:
Ginny Weasley: Juliet Capulet
Tristan Malfoy: Romeo Montague
Fred and George: Capulet Henchmen
Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle: Montague Henchmen
Ron Weasley: Mercutio
Percy Weasley: Benvolio
Molly Weasley: Lady Capulet
Arthur Weasley: Capulet
Narcissa Malfoy: Lady Montague
Lucius Malfoy: Montague
Rosmerta: Rosaline
Hermione: Juliet's Nurse
Chapter 1: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity…
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Diagon Alley, 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
Doth with their death bury their parent's 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' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
It was a cheerful sunny day, and Fred and George were walking down Diagon Alley buying their school supplies. They were wearing matching maroon robes, and had their wands tucked safely away inside the sleeves. The two boys were just passing 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions' when George suddenly let out a squeal.
'Oooh! Look, it's Malfoy trying on his robes! Quick, let's hide!' So, whizzing inside the shop and grabbing an invisibility cloak from the display, Fred and George were soon kneeling on the floor next to Malfoy, concealed from view.
'Tacitus!' whispered Fred, casting a silencing spell around them.
'Well,' sneered Malfoy, dressed in a set of shimmering pearly-blue dress robes, 'I'm not sure it really suits me. I mean, the colour clashes completely with my eyes, and I'm not really sure I want to spend all that much money on them. Of course, if they were cheaper it'd be a different matter…' Madam Malkin herself was measuring Malfoy up, and she looked rather flustered at this last remark.
'I suppose, as a special case I could lower the price for you,' she said reluctantly, 'but you understand, it's only a one off. It's one of my strictest policies not to barter.' Malfoy gave her a look of extreme distaste.
'Are you implying that a wizard of my high status would stoop as low as to 'barter'? he slimed while Crabbe and Goyle loomed out of the shadows long enough to grunt their agreement. Fred was distinctly grateful that he had had the sense to cast a silencing spell, because he and George were laughing so much that they almost tripped over the edge of the mirror Malfoy was gazing into.
'The cheek of that boy!' remarked Fred when they had recovered enough to have a semi-rational conversation. 'Everyone knows his family's got enough money to keep Hogwarts running for a few years, he doesn't need a discount!' but unfortunately his snide comment was wasted on George who was looking at Malfoy with a rather dazed expression on his face.
'You know he's right,' he said with a sigh, 'It just won't do, those robes clash horribly with his eyes!' Unfortunately this caused Fred to have such a violent fit of hysterics that he teetered over backwards and knocked into a shelf which was displaying some rather racy witch lingerie. The result of it was that the twins ended up on the floor covered in underwear with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle (not to mention Madam Malkin) all staring at them. Fred was sitting up with a large black lacy bra wrapped around his head which gave him the appearance of a huge, rather lewd fly, (the kind you'd rather NOT squash) whilst George was trying furiously to disentangle himself from a leopard-print thong which was growling throatily at him.
'Well, well, well,' Malfoy looked delighted at this unexpected turn of events, it was yet another chance for him to insult the Weasleys. 'I knew you Weasels were strapped for cash, but I didn't think you'd sink as low as shoplifting lengerie to raise the extra funds. Not yet, anyway.' He added with an infuriating smile. Malfoy knew he'd struck a nerve when Fred pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at him. George whispered in his ear:
'My wand's out and ready to cover you' Fred nodded his assent.
'Are you pointing your wand at me, Weasley?' Malfoy enquired with a smirk, his grey eyes glittering dangerously.
'I am pointing my wand, Malfoy,' replied Fred, defiantly.
'I do have eyes, you nitwit, I asked if you were pointing it at me.' Malfoy practically spat it out.
'No, I'm not pointing my wand at you, I'm pointing it at nothing just for fun.' Fred sneered sarcastically.
'Are you looking for a fight, Weasel?' Malfoy looked excited at the prospect, but George replied.
'He's not as good a weasel as you are a ferret. I doubt he can bounce quite as high, although he obviously hasn't had as much practice as you.' At this smarting comment, Malfoy looked ready to cast one of the unforgivables, and probably would have tried if Percy hadn't suddenly apparated right in front of him.
'Careful boys, you don't want to get into serious trouble with the ministry before term's begun.' He gave an annoyingly know-it-all smile before disappearing with a small 'pop'. George rolled his eyes and secreted his wand once more among the volumous folds of his robes.
'Sorry, Malfoy, this confrontation's going to have to wait until later.'
'Yeah,' agreed Fred, 'I'd hate to sacrifice my education because of your stupidity!' and before Malfoy could retort, the twins were gone, so he had to content himself with glaring at Madam Malkin who was peering over the edge of her desk.
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Later, at Malfoy Manor
Narcissa went to greet her son when he had returned from Diagon Alley. As she descended the front steps, she saw that he was with Crabbe and Goyle, no doubt they would be staying for tea. That meant a whole hour of pretending to be polite to those ignoramuses, and on top of that they already had Draco's cousin staying at the Manor for a few weeks. Narcissa sighed. Oh well, such things had to be borne with a certain amount of patience.
'Hello Mother,' Draco greeted her coldly, while Crabbe and Goyle shuffled awkwardly. 'Do you know where cousin Tristan is?' he enquired politely.
'Why yes, dear, I believe he is residing in the Rose Garden at present.' And with a final 'Thank you Mother!' Draco and his sidekicks had disappeared around the side of the house. Narcissa tutted as she returned to the house to prepare tea, and wondered if she would ever understand her wayward son.
Draco found his cousin, Tristan Malfoy, mooching on a wooden bench under the rose trees. His gaze was fixed on a distant point and he wasn't aware of Draco's presence until the latter waved his hand in front of his nose.
'Wha-? Oh, hi Draco.' Tristan said unenthusiastically. Draco puffed impatiently.
'Don't tell me you're still depressed about that thing with Rosmerta!'
'Well..' Draco interrupted him with an exasperated groan, and Tristan responded by sighing melodramatically.
'She was my one true love, my angel. I don't think I shall ever love again.' Draco snorted.
'You didn't even speak to her!' he said nastily.
'It made no difference. I was able to admire her perfection from afar.' Really! Draco mused, Tristan was beginning to sound like a love-sick puppy. There had to be a way to get his attention! After all, the reason for his visit was to try and persuade him to become a deatheater. It had been Lucius Malfoy's idea, and Draco had been only too happy to agree to the plan. After all, if he wanted his rightful inheritance he had to prove himself worthy of it to his father. He had to think of a way to distract Tristan!
'I know!' Draco had a sudden flash of inspiration, 'There's this ball that takes place every Christmas at Moonshine Hall in London, it's a masked ball and everyone has to go in costume. Want to come?'
'Well, I don't know…' Tristan didn't sound very sure, but Draco could sense the veiled interest beneath the words.
'There'll be lots of girls going,' he tried to sound nonchalant.
'Will Rosmerta be there?' Tristan asked hopefully,
'Err… yeah' he replied unconvincingly.
'Oh go on then!' Tristan perked up visibly, and looked a bit happier now that he had made up his mind to do something, and Draco hid his delight well.
'Great! Christmas is in two weeks, I'll get my Father to get us some tickets.' Draco was careful not to include Crabbe and Goyle in the invitation. They were all rights as far as protection went, but he didn't want them cramping his style!