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Romeo and Juliet: With a Hogwarts Twist
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It was Hermione's seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She had found out a few days ago that she was Head Girl, and her arched nemesis, Malfoy, was Head Boy. Fortunately, she's had little time to see him so far this year, and in fact, she had not seen him once. She was unable to ride in the Head's Carriage because Hagrid had been having trouble with some of the first years and she helped out.
Dumbledore stood up amongst the students of Hogwarts to announce his very pleasing news.
"This year, I am happy to announce that we will be holding a Costume Ball in place of the Christmas Ball we were originally going to hold."
Many cheers came from the students of Hogwarts, but Hermione remained quiet, though she was smiling. She looked back to her two best friends, one who was staring at a certain Weasley down a ways at the Gryffindor table, and one who was just eating. She looked back to Harry.
"Oh Harry! Swallow your pride, and go ask her already." She stared at him annoyed, she was probably the only one who knew Harry had been in love with Ginny Weasley ever since he saved her life back in their second year. Ron looked up from his food.
"Ask who?" He said with his mouth full of potatoes. Hermione gave Ron a look and Ron went quiet.
"Well, anyways, Ron who do you plan on asking?" Ron blushed, he knew if he didn't tell her, she would somehow blackmail it out of him. He mumbled his crush's name softly.
Hermione giggled, loving the torture he was going through. "Who? I can't hear you Ron." She leaned in and he whispered it in her ear. She shrieked when he told her.
"Lavender?!" Hermione loved knowing things that other people didn't know but now unfortunately Harry knew too. Harry nudged Ron.
"When do you plan on asking her? The dance is only a few weeks away." Harry asked him slyly. Ron gave him look.
"Well I know you've been eyeing my sister for awhile now, and try since second year! Don't you think it's about time you got around to asking her something as well?!" Harry gaped at him, and then to Hermione.
"Harry, I didn't say a thing!!" Hermione stared innocently.
"I have my own sources." Ron said smugly, going back to eating his food.
'Bloody Hell! Someone else knows as well.' Harry thought to himself, glancing down the table to Ginny. Was it just him or was she just looking directly at him?
Hermione stared at the two of them, happy for them but she couldn't help but wonder who'd she go with. 'No one wants to go with a bookworm, mud blood like me.' She thought sadly, then she felt stupid when she remembered that she thought she had actually changed a little bit. That maybe she wasn't the geek that left sixth year last year, and that maybe she was just a little bit pretty. So much for that...
"Hermione? Hermione!" Hermione looked up to Harry, out of her daze. "Will you help me? You need to get Ginny alone after the game tonight, so I can... well you know."
"Of course Harry!" Ginny was one of her best friends after all. Well if she couldn't make herself happy, she'd atleast help in making other people happy.
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"And Gryffindor Wins the game!" Hermione's signal to put her and Harry's plan into action.
She silently crept up behind Ginny, pulling out a scarf and quickly tying it around her eyes. She covered Ginny's mouth with her hand and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, you'll thank me later."
'What the bloody hell? Hermione??' She thought angrily, because this was the night she was going to ask Harry to the dance.
Hermione walked a struggling Ginny over to a dark clearing, where she and Harry agreed to meet. That's where she saw Harry, there she left Ginny to unblindfold herself.
Ginny ripped the blindfold off and looked around. "Damnit Hermione! Just wait until I can bloody find my-" Harry spun Ginny around to face him, grinning slightly.
"Find...your wand?" Lightly brushing some fallen hair back behind her ear.
Ginny, blushing furiously, was thankful it was dark. "Harry?" Feeling his hand slip into her own, and her heart thumping loudly.
Harry slowly brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. "Would you...like to...go with me to the Ball?" Surprised when she pulled her hand back, he was prepared for the worst. He raised a brow but suddenly he saw her smile and nod. Relief flooded him.
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The next morning, Hermione was pleased to see Harry and Ginny sitting together. She looked over to Ron with a helpless look.
"What is it Hermione?" Raising a brow, as she sighed.
"Oh it's nothing Ron. I just...hate being me. The boring, perfect, occasionally stuck up, goody two shoes who everyone expects to be perfect all the damn time." Ron stared at her.
"Don't have a date to the ball?"
"Will you go with me?" Not that she liked him as more then a friend, but she needed to go with someone!
"I uh...would. I really would but I already have one. I asked Lavender last night after the game." Giving her a sympathetic look.
"Oh it's ok. I guess going by yourself won't be to bloody awful."
"Well you won't have to dance by youself. The head boy and head girl are required to dance atleast one dance together. Well...never mind seeing that Malfoy's head boy. I'll dance with you." Trying to give her little hope.
"Ron thanks, really for trying. I'll uh...manage." Giving him a weak smile.
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a/n- Done with chapter one! Good, Bad, Awful? Just Read and Review! It doesn't sound much of a Romeo and Juliet story right now, but I haven't gotten to the good stuff yet!
Romeo and Juliet: With a Hogwarts Twist
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It was Hermione's seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She had found out a few days ago that she was Head Girl, and her arched nemesis, Malfoy, was Head Boy. Fortunately, she's had little time to see him so far this year, and in fact, she had not seen him once. She was unable to ride in the Head's Carriage because Hagrid had been having trouble with some of the first years and she helped out.
Dumbledore stood up amongst the students of Hogwarts to announce his very pleasing news.
"This year, I am happy to announce that we will be holding a Costume Ball in place of the Christmas Ball we were originally going to hold."
Many cheers came from the students of Hogwarts, but Hermione remained quiet, though she was smiling. She looked back to her two best friends, one who was staring at a certain Weasley down a ways at the Gryffindor table, and one who was just eating. She looked back to Harry.
"Oh Harry! Swallow your pride, and go ask her already." She stared at him annoyed, she was probably the only one who knew Harry had been in love with Ginny Weasley ever since he saved her life back in their second year. Ron looked up from his food.
"Ask who?" He said with his mouth full of potatoes. Hermione gave Ron a look and Ron went quiet.
"Well, anyways, Ron who do you plan on asking?" Ron blushed, he knew if he didn't tell her, she would somehow blackmail it out of him. He mumbled his crush's name softly.
Hermione giggled, loving the torture he was going through. "Who? I can't hear you Ron." She leaned in and he whispered it in her ear. She shrieked when he told her.
"Lavender?!" Hermione loved knowing things that other people didn't know but now unfortunately Harry knew too. Harry nudged Ron.
"When do you plan on asking her? The dance is only a few weeks away." Harry asked him slyly. Ron gave him look.
"Well I know you've been eyeing my sister for awhile now, and try since second year! Don't you think it's about time you got around to asking her something as well?!" Harry gaped at him, and then to Hermione.
"Harry, I didn't say a thing!!" Hermione stared innocently.
"I have my own sources." Ron said smugly, going back to eating his food.
'Bloody Hell! Someone else knows as well.' Harry thought to himself, glancing down the table to Ginny. Was it just him or was she just looking directly at him?
Hermione stared at the two of them, happy for them but she couldn't help but wonder who'd she go with. 'No one wants to go with a bookworm, mud blood like me.' She thought sadly, then she felt stupid when she remembered that she thought she had actually changed a little bit. That maybe she wasn't the geek that left sixth year last year, and that maybe she was just a little bit pretty. So much for that...
"Hermione? Hermione!" Hermione looked up to Harry, out of her daze. "Will you help me? You need to get Ginny alone after the game tonight, so I can... well you know."
"Of course Harry!" Ginny was one of her best friends after all. Well if she couldn't make herself happy, she'd atleast help in making other people happy.
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"And Gryffindor Wins the game!" Hermione's signal to put her and Harry's plan into action.
She silently crept up behind Ginny, pulling out a scarf and quickly tying it around her eyes. She covered Ginny's mouth with her hand and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, you'll thank me later."
'What the bloody hell? Hermione??' She thought angrily, because this was the night she was going to ask Harry to the dance.
Hermione walked a struggling Ginny over to a dark clearing, where she and Harry agreed to meet. That's where she saw Harry, there she left Ginny to unblindfold herself.
Ginny ripped the blindfold off and looked around. "Damnit Hermione! Just wait until I can bloody find my-" Harry spun Ginny around to face him, grinning slightly.
"Find...your wand?" Lightly brushing some fallen hair back behind her ear.
Ginny, blushing furiously, was thankful it was dark. "Harry?" Feeling his hand slip into her own, and her heart thumping loudly.
Harry slowly brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. "Would you...like to...go with me to the Ball?" Surprised when she pulled her hand back, he was prepared for the worst. He raised a brow but suddenly he saw her smile and nod. Relief flooded him.
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The next morning, Hermione was pleased to see Harry and Ginny sitting together. She looked over to Ron with a helpless look.
"What is it Hermione?" Raising a brow, as she sighed.
"Oh it's nothing Ron. I just...hate being me. The boring, perfect, occasionally stuck up, goody two shoes who everyone expects to be perfect all the damn time." Ron stared at her.
"Don't have a date to the ball?"
"Will you go with me?" Not that she liked him as more then a friend, but she needed to go with someone!
"I uh...would. I really would but I already have one. I asked Lavender last night after the game." Giving her a sympathetic look.
"Oh it's ok. I guess going by yourself won't be to bloody awful."
"Well you won't have to dance by youself. The head boy and head girl are required to dance atleast one dance together. Well...never mind seeing that Malfoy's head boy. I'll dance with you." Trying to give her little hope.
"Ron thanks, really for trying. I'll uh...manage." Giving him a weak smile.
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a/n- Done with chapter one! Good, Bad, Awful? Just Read and Review! It doesn't sound much of a Romeo and Juliet story right now, but I haven't gotten to the good stuff yet!