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A Midsummer Night's Dream- Act II
Dean was a very mischievous fairy. He worked as a personal assistant to Seamus, the fairy king. Dean was always pranking innocent people. He was known all over the magical world for doing such things as pulling stools out from underneath people sitting down, and such. He always had a stash of needed supplies: pixie dust, crushed wormwood, and most importantly, Amortentia. Amortentia was a very strong love potion. It was probably also the most dangerous substance known to man (coughFairycough). Dean knew quite well the powers of obsessive infatuation. He had used it quite a few times on innocent passerby. In fact, he had just gotten back from giving some Amortentia to a young girl. He stayed long enough to see the results, and she had fallen in love with a young man, who seemed to be her arch nemesis at first. Now she was spilling all her secrets to him, hoping he'd take her. Not very likely.
But, to Dean, it was a pity that Amortentia only worked on mortals. There had been one fairy he was keeping his eye on, Parvati. She was as fair as day to him. She had dark, mocha colored skin, and bright red lips. Dean sighed. It was too bad that she was under service of the fairy queen, Lavender. The fairy king and queen recently had a row, and things weren't very pleasant between the two.
Anyways, here he was, deep in the forest, coming before the king, as to make sure nothing came the king's way. Especially not the queen.
Soon, as he was looking towards the tops of the trees, he bumped into something. More like, someone.
It was that Demelza Robins girl, he recognized her from somewhere. But, where?
"Ah, Demelza, where exactly are you headed?" he asked.
"To prepare the forests for the arrival of the queen. What else?"
"Aren't we all? But, beware; the king is coming this way. Be sure the king cannot see her."
"And why would that be?"
"The queen has a lovely young boy in her possession-"
"You mean, Teddy Lupin?"
"That's the boy! But, never was there a sweeter boy. Seamus would have the boy, train him as knight of the forest. Still, she persists no, and continues to decorate him, with crowns of flowers, and all."
"You, dear old Seamus is jealous of Lavender?"
"I suppose you could say that."
"My mistress! Here she comes!"
"Back! My master is approaching also!"
The two fairies backed behind a tree. Seamus and Lavender could be quite violent when they wanted to.
Two people approached. One was a tall man, with short spiked brown hair. The other was a woman, with honey blond hair, and a slender figure.
The man spoke first, with a deep Irish accent, "Ill met by moonlight, Lavender."
"I have nothing to say to you, Seamus, fairies, away!"
She said this commandingly, but no one dared move.
"But, am I not your husband?"
"I'm not sure. Are you not here to say farewell to your lover, that Fleur Delacour?"
"And are you not here to wish off your Bill Weasley?"
'How dare you? I have not seen him for ages!"
"Why do you cross me? I do but beg a little boy."
With this, Lavender took from another fairy, standing behind her, and young boy. He was small, and looked to be about three years old. Lavender hugged him to her chest.
"Never. Never will I give you Teddy. His mother, Nymphadora Tonks, no less, was a follower of mine. She loved me dearly, and I came to respect that. When she died, the least I could do was take care of her boy. So, for her sake, I will not leave him to the likes of you."
"Fine. How long here will you stay?"
"Until after the duke's wedding day. Would you come with us, and dance in our revels?"
"Give me the boy, and I will go with you."
"Not for your fairy kingdom."
With this, Lavender stalked off, still holding the boy, and her fairies followed. Dean watched longingly as Parvati fluttered off into the mist.
When she was out of hearing distance, Seamus yelled, "I will make her pay for this!"
Dean nodded. Seamus stared at a nearby tree for a while, before his face lit up.
"Dean, I know you have Amortentia. May I use some?"
Dean looked in his pouch, and groaned; he was fresh out of Amortentia, he must of used it up on the girl.
"I'm sorry sir, but not with me right now."
"Then go to your storages, and find me some!"
"I'm on it!"
Dean flew off into the night, and smiled as he saw a girl with bushy brown hair. That was the girl he had used the Amortentia on.
Seamus did not have to wait long, until he heard a noise. He hid behind a tree, peeking out to find the source of the commotion.
A boy with bright red hair stomped in, with a bushy hair girl following him.
The boy looked mad, and called out vehemently, "Where is Ginny? I'll kill Harry!"
Glancing at the girl behind him, he sighed, "What is wrong with you, Hermione?! I love you not, therefore, pursue me not!"
As he made to run away, the girl named Hermione latched onto his arm, and said, "You draw me, Ron!"
Ron looked like he was going to hit something, and yelled, while simultaneously trying to break free of Hermione's grip, "Did I ever entice you? Did I ever compliment you? Or rather, do I not constantly tell you, I cannot, or will not, ever love you?!"
He finally broke free, and made another attempt to run away, but Hermione dived to the ground, and threw her arms around his ankle.
"And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; no matter how you beat me, I shall always love you!"
"Will you ever get it? I am sick when I look upon you!"
"And I am sick when I look not on you!"
"I'll run form you, and hid, leaving you in to the mercy of the wild beasts! And if you follow me, do not believe I shall not do mischief to you in the woods!"
Ron finally wrenched his leg free, and ran from Hermione.
Hermione slowly got to her feet, "I'll follow you, and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well!"
Hermione ran off, after Ron.
Seamus was thinking to himself.
"If I was to encourage, let's say, this Ron fellow to fall in love with Hermione, I wonder what would happen."
Dean came bounding in. "Seamus, sir! I have the Amortentia!"
"Ah, good. Now, listen, and listen well."
Dean nodded, and leaned in closer, in order to hear.
"I will take the Amortentia to Lavender, as she is asleep. I will feed it to her, and when she awakens, when something wile is near, as I will make sure, she will fall in love with that creature."
Dean grinned; this would be fun. Seamus also decided to act on his gut.
"Now, you, take some of this. A sweet lady is in love with a scornful youth. Feed him some. You shall know him by the English clothes he has on."
Dean took some of the offered potion, and left, Seamus heading the opposite way.
Back some mile or so, was Lavender, her fairies at her side. Lavender yawned, and stretched out on a bed of flowers.
"Come, fairies. Sing me a lullaby."
The fairies stepped up around her, and sung.
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs be not seen
Newts and blindworms do no wrong
Come not near our fairy queen
Philomel with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby
Never harm
Nor spell, nor charm
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So goodnight with lullaby
The fairies backed away, and left for their own beds, as the fairy queen slept.
Seamus snuck in a few minutes later. He saw the fairy queen, and knelt over her.
He opened her mouth slightly, and poured down the Amortentia.
To her he whispered, "When you wake, you shall see your love. Wake when some vile thing is near."
Seamus snuck out, quietly.
A few minutes later, Harry and Ginny walked in. Ginny yawned, and Harry rushed over.
"Dear Ginny, if you are tired, we must rest."
Ginny smiled at Harry, and made her way to sit under a willow tree a few feet away.
"Harry, here I sleep. Find yourself a bed."
Harry grinned, and sat next to Ginny, on the ground.
Ginny looked a bit uncomfortable with this. "Harry, for my sake, please, lie off a bit further."
Harry shrugged, and moved a yard over. Ginny sighed, and shooed him away with her hand. Harry rolled his eyes, and stood up, walking over about ten feet.
The two soon fell asleep.
Dean then wandered in, and spotted Harry. "This must be the man that Seamus was talking about."
He knelt down, and poured the Amortentia down Harry's throat. Soon sfter, he went back to find Seamus.
An hour later, Ron came running through, Hermione still chasing him.
Ron shouted over his shoulder as he ran, "I charge you, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Hermione stopped, to catch her breath. As she did, she saw Harry. She rushed over.
"Harry! Please don't be dead!" To make sure, she shook him. Harry sat upright, and looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Hermione! Where is Ron? He seems more than fit to perish on my sword!"
"Harry! Don't say that! What does I matter, that he doesn't want you with Ginny? So, as long as you love each other, everything will be fine!"
"No! It is not Ginny I love! It is you! Who wouldn't change a raven for a dove? How dare Ron insult you?!"
Harry stepped up to Hermione, and wrapped his arm around her. Hermione winced. She had never seen Harry as anything more than a brother. But something clicked in her mind. Harry would never love her, could never love her. He had to be up to something.
She threw his arm off her. "When did you decide I was worthy of this mockery? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? O, that a lady of one man refused should be of another abused!"
Hermione glared at him, and stomped off.
Harry glared at Ginny, as if this was all her fault, and ran after Hermione.
Ginny woke up, and looked around for Harry.
"Harry? Harry! Where are you? Harry1 I will find you!"
She ran off, desperately.
Parvati fluttered on, next.
"Dean, Dean, Dean," she muttered. "What am I ever going to do with him?"
She sighed and flew off.
"Of course, he is pretty hot."
AN: Phew, that's over. A lot of the blocking (actions and stuff) came from a version of the play I was in. I was Helena (a.k.a. Hermione, in this story), and I had to do all these things. In the third act, there's this part where Demetrius (a.k.a. Ron) comes within an inch of kissing me. It sorta stunk, cause the guys who played Lysander (a.k.a. Harry) and Demetrius SMELLED. Especially Demetrius. Anyways, the moral of this is, ALWAYS review (at least for my stories, where if you don't review, creepy little oysters come after you, with their evil bazookas of doom). Right… so review!
