Summary: Hogwarts directed the students to set up a play and create its own plot, cast, and script. They create a play with a main characters of Allyran (played by Hermione) and Eroquin (Draco) where they are mortal enemies cast away to another time and place. In the new surroundings, a romance blossoms, but can they get back? The play excites the whole school - but when the plot becomes reality, it must be stopped. HGDM
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
(A/N:) Any misspellings, mistakes, grammatical errors, etc, please tell me, thanks!
Thanks to dmhg and bookwormJ for reveiwing!
"Actually, Ron, no," Harry said, grinning evilly. "You're in the stage crew, right?" Ron nodded. "You have access to the props, right?" Once again, Ron nodded. "Well, remember our mission for the Order?" Ron nodded with a disgusted look on his face.
"No, Harry! There's got to be another way around this – "
"No, Ron, this is the easiest, the fastest, and this is one way that Malfoy can't worm his way out of," Harry said. "Dumbledore will back us up. We're going to do it."
Ron sighed. "Good luck, Hermione."
Chapter Two: Scenes
Several days had passed and the actors had their piece down flat and were now acting the scenes with props.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Allyran," Malfoy sneered at Hermione, gesturing to the place that was supposedly to be a potions room.
Hermione smiled coolly back. "Well, apparently, you don't expect anything. Your intelligence level isn't high enough, I'm afraid. We all feel sorry for you. Here to attempt to gain more brain cells? Tut, I doubt it'll work." She mocked pity. "You're beyond the help of even the gods."
"Only you would have a mouth like that," Malfoy said, scolding, "denying the gods' powers. But I just guess you don't understand the consequences."
"Silence," Justin said in a flat voice. The class sat down. "Welcome to the Adult Potions Club, or Reinforcement, as I prefer to call it. Most of you here are only here because not out of hobby, but because lack of skill. Anyways, I am Filinzo, your Potions Master here. You shall be paired up for our first project, the Drought and the Rainwater Potions. The Drought Potion causes a drought and the Rainwater Potion causes rain," he added unnecessarily.
"I bet you never knew that, Allyran," Malfoy sneered at her. She gave him a death-piercing look.
"Silencio," Justin said, pointing his wand at Malfoy. Hermione smirked at him. "Now that I have silence," Justin said, "I can continue. Directions will be on the board. Copy them down and study them. We will be making them tomorrow."
At the end of the Potions class, Justin took the charm off of Malfoy. "Next time, keep quiet," he warned. Malfoy sulked off.
At the end of the day, Hermione met up with Harry and Ron again.
"They probably got Justin's act from Snape," Hermione said scornfully. "Merlin, the scriptwriters better know that not all potions masters are evil in and out."
"They aren't?" Harry and Ron asked, shocked.
"'Course not!" Hermione scolded. "For one, there's – "
"Okay, okay, no need for a lecture. We got plenty of that from Flint," Ron said, stretching his back. "I swear I'm never going to recover from it. Wish I'd continue lessons – "
" – and be lectured to by Snape, Binns, McGonnagal, Flitwick…"
"On the other hand, maybe not," Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Ron, you are so immature."
"What's that mean?" Ron asked. After seeing the look of horror on Hermione's face, he said, "Okay, I was just joking, Merlin, don't be so serious." Hermione sighed and ignored him.
"No, Harry! There's got to be another way around this – "
"No, Ron, this is the easiest, the fastest, and this is one way that Malfoy can't worm his way out of," Harry said. "Dumbledore will back us up. We're going to do it."
Ron sighed. "Good luck, Hermione."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHermione got up early the next morning. She washed then quickly changed into her school robes. As she rushed down to the Great Hall, she bumped into Malfoy.
"Hello, Granger," Malfoy sneered at her. Hermione glared at him. "You're silent this morning… I wonder why. It's all right. I'll find out… soon enough." He smirked at her and turned around. Hermione groaned in frustration and continued on her way.
After breakfast, she had gone to the corner to meet up with the others in acting. Several weeks had passed since the start of the play, and all of the sections were developing quite well.
Flint cleared his throat. Everyone looked towards him. "As you know, this is the third week anniversary since the play began, so we're going to do the first scene of the play like it will be when preformed, with props, costumes, music, lighting, background scenery, uh… yeah. You'll be given 2 hours to get ready, so hurry up!" As soon as Flint started talking, the riot grew louder and everyone rushed about.
TWO HOURS LATER
Everyone was settled down and they began the first scene. With magic's help, it appeared to be looking into a box with real on goings inside, not just a stage.
The class was seated down and the potions door swung open. Hermione came in, her bushy hair tamed, dressed in a deep blue robe. She strode to the middle of the classroom and was about to be seated when someone from the back of the class stood up.
"Well," Malfoy said, smirking in black robes. "Didn't expect to see you here, Allyran." He held an arm out, gesturing to the classroom surrounding them.
Hermione's eyes scowled, but she smiled back in a cool manner. "Well, apparently, you don't expect anything. Your intelligence level isn't high enough, I'm afraid. We all feel sorry for you. Here to attempt to gain more brain cells? Tut, I doubt it'll work." She mocked pity. "You're beyond the help of even the gods." She shrugged her shoulders helplessly.
Malfoy scolded. "Only you would have a mouth like that," Malfoy said, frowning, "denying the gods' powers. But I just guess you don't understand the consequences."
The door opened and Justin came into the room, dressed in emerald robes. "Silence," Justin said in a flat voice. The class sat down almost immediately. "Welcome to the Adult Potions Club, or Reinforcement, as I prefer to call it. Most of you here are only here because not out of hobby, but because lack of skill. Anyways, I am Filinzo, your Potions Master here. You shall be paired up for our first project, the Drought and the Rainwater Potions. The Drought Potion causes a drought and the Rainwater Potion causes rain," he added unnecessarily.
"I bet you never knew that, Allyran," Malfoy sneered at her from the back. She turned around and gave him a death-piercing look.
"Silencio," Justin said, pointing his wand at Malfoy. Hermione smirked at him. "Now that I have silence," Justin said, "I can continue. Directions will be on the board. Copy them down and study them. We will be making them tomorrow." He held a piece of parchment up and began to read off of it. "Your partners will be…" He continued talking. Finally, at the end, he said, "Allyran Liakke and Eroquin Shimforth."
Malfoy jumped up. "WHAT?" he mouthed, unable to speak. Justin smiled evilly at him.
"You heard right." Malfoy scowled.
Minutes passed by. The entire classed scribbled down some notes. Finally, Justin announced, "Class dismissed. Eroquin," he called. Eroquin walked up to the front of the classroom. Justin removed the charm. "Next time, keep quiet. Consider this a fair warning." Malfoy scowled and walked out of the classroom.
"Never," Cho scolded, dressed in dark purple robes and a black cape, "have I seen such immature behavior coming from two adults!" She watched the class leave from the back of the room, eyeing Allyran and Eroquin in particular.
"Well, Tayla," Justin said smoothly, "you haven't studied much of human behavior, have you?"
Cho's brows furrowed. "I've studied them well, but this is the most peculiar of all things!" Her eyes glinted mischievously. "I shall have a potion brewed for them by next week. And they shall get along, mark my words, or I shame the name of Witch." (A/N: in my story, the name 'Witch' is not like a lowercase 'witch,' but instead is like a powerful and blessed witch… hehe!
"Haven't you already," Justin muttered under his breath. Cho arched her eyebrows.
"What was that, my dear Flinizo?" Cho said slyly.
"Have I said something?" Justin asked, somewhat surprised. Frowning, Cho turned her back to him and began the potion. Justin grinned to himself as he left. "Good day, Your Honor," he called, reaching for the door.
"Good day, my fellow master, good luck, yes, yes," Cho murmured distractedly.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXHermione ran offstage in her Hogwarts uniform over to Harry and Ron.
"Hey," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Hey," Harry replied back. "That was cool."
"Yeah," Hermione grinned.
Ron started to laugh. Harry pushed Ron over and he fell to the floor.
"What?" Hermione said, scolding.
Ron gasped between laughs. "You – know – that – girl – with – the – really – cool – hairstyle? What's – her – name – onstage – err – Kayla?" Hermione frowned.
"Kayla comes in the later scenes. Are you talking about Kada?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded. "Yeah, her hair was great. Did you do it, Harry?" Ron fell into another fit of laughter. Harry scowled.
"No," Harry said, frowning. "I messed up on her hair so bad that it actually looked good. Here – " Harry handed Hermione a sheet of paper. "That's what it was supposed to look like." Hermione looked at the original hairstyle and recalled the hairstyle onstage. She fell into fits of laughter, too.
"It's not funny," Harry said, scolding.
"You're – right, Harry," Hermione agreed. "It's – not – funny – it's – absolutely – hilarious!" Harry scowled again.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXThe acting group did a new scene every week. It was exciting for most of them.
"I still don't get why we have to do this," Malfoy groaned. "Never said I wanted to act, never said I wanted to participate in this stupid play, but they throw me in it anyways."
"You're just sore 'cause you have the scene," Zabini taunted, referring to the kissing scene he had to share with Hermione. Malfoy threw a book at Zabini.
"Not – a – word," he growled, fuming. Zabini smirked while Malfoy scolded.
"You know," Zabini continued, "the only reason why you two got the parts and the scene was in the script was because Flint wanted humiliation…" But before Zabini could finish, Flint was already on them, demanding them to act out the next scene.
"May I require your doings, Eroquin?" Hermione said politely. Malfoy scolded.
"Now why, my dear Allyran, would I tell you anything like that?" he said darkly.
Hermione smirked slightly at him, circling him like a hungry hawk and its prey. "You never know, these days, when something, well, suspicious carries on in these lands."
"Well, Allyran, your existence is suspicious to wizard kind." Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Should I report you in?"
"There isn't a need, not that I think you'd do that," Hermione scolded. "By the time they see your face, they'll have you sent to Azkaban before you could speak."
"And – " Before Malfoy could continue, Neville ran up to them.
"Filinzo – said – to – tell – you – to – bring – these – to – him," he huffed.
Malfoy smirked. "Well, if it isn't Filinzo's personal gardener." Neville's round face worked in confusion. He held out a bucket of slugs inside. Without looking, Malfoy knocked the bucket to the floor with a simple swipe of his arm. "Whoops, how very clumsy of me. Hope it won't be too hard to clean it all up." Neville's face wrinkled in disappointment.
"It took me hours to do that!" he wailed.
Hermione cast Malfoy an evil glance. "Don't worry, Avon, I'll help you," she said soothingly as she picked up the bucket. Neville nodded and they headed away, leaving Malfoy alone, smirking. He left, heading the opposite direction.
"Good," Flint said. "Now, I'll be going of to the next center." Malfoy sighed. Only so many more scenes left, and one of them he wanted to avoid. Zabini seemed to read his mind.
"If that's what you're thinking, Malfoy, it's too late to back off now," he sad, grinning evilly.
"Merlin, shut up," Malfoy said through gritted teeth. Zabini smirked at him. He won.
"That'll be 154 galleons," he said cheerfully.
"Merlin, we're not on that still, are we? That was from the first year, when we bet against Potter's losing…."
"But you were too sore to pay up, so you kept on increasing the price…"
"And I thought we bloody decided to stop it or else you'd owe me about 653 galleons…"
They continued arguing, not knowing that everyone in the acting center was listening in to their bets.
"I won the bet where we said that Cho wouldn't go with Potter to the Yule Ball," Malfoy said. Cho glowered in fury.
"But then again, I won the bet where the Hufflepuffs wouldn't win the house cup in the first year…"
"That bet was a load of crap, the Ravenclaws didn't win either…" Half of the group consisted of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, and they were all glaring at the two Slytherins.
"What about when you said that Granger wouldn't find a date for the Yule Ball 'cause she was too ugly?" Zabini said. Hermione scolded and folded her arms, trying not to clench her fists.
The Slytherins, enjoying the commotion Malfoy and Zabini were causing, kept silent, until finally one of them pointed out, "You guys should stop going on about your gamblings." Both of them paused for a moment, looked around the center, realizing that three fourths of the actors were all glaring at them in hatred. They shrugged it off.
"'Least I won the bet saying that I won most of the bets…"
"Hey, Granger and Malfoy, come 'ere," Flint called from the music section. Hermione's eyes filled with worry. "Hurry up! Don't have all day!" She quickly ran off, followed by Malfoy, who was walking slowly behind her.
When Malfoy finally got there, Flint explained the news. "You know the scene where you guys – "
"Don't say it," Malfoy murmured. Fling smirked.
" – kiss?" Flint finished. Malfoy groaned and Hermione nodded. "Well, we were thinking about playing this song. It's a Muggle song and we don't know what it means, but it sounds okay." A pureblood witch played the music and Hermione listened intently.
"I don't know when it happened, but it was true at first sight,
Everything you've shown me just appeared like it's life,
Even though I know that everything you say is wrong,
I love you, and forever it's a love that's just too strong.
Just because I'm in reality
Doesn't mean I can't love the telly.
Even though I'm never with them,
I'm not alone when there's the television…."
Hermione held back her laughter. "You're planning on using this song for the romance scene?" Flint and the witch Hermione didn't recognize nodded.
"What's wrong with it?" Malfoy asked. Hermione burst out laughing.
"It's not talking about love from a guy to girl or a girl to a guy – " Their faces froze in horror.
"So you mean it's a guy to a guy or a girl – " Flint began, but Hermione cut him off.
"No! It's talking about how much this person loves an item, it's a television, it's like a box that plays hundreds of plays at the same time… never mind," Hermione said, shaking her head. "It's just talking about the pleasures of a Muggle device."
Flint shrugged. "Well, how about this song?" The girl played another song.
"I love you,
You love me,
We're all one big family with a great big hug – ""NO!" Hermione interrupted. "NO, NO, NO WAY ARE YOU GOING TO PLAY THAT SONG!" she yelled.
"Why not?"
"IT'S A THEME SONG FOR TODDLERS! IT'S – I don't know, it's made fun of and it's a disgrace!"
"Wow, Granger, I didn't know you knew anything about disgrace," Malfoy said.
"Ha, ha," Hermione replied sarcastically. Malfoy shrugged. "Anyways, over half the population is going to laugh at the scene and the music section – and you, Flint – will be made fun of. Plus it'll be embarrassing to act in a scene with this song," she said thoughtfully. Flint looked hesitant.
"You sure?"
"I'm dead sure."
"Who cares about your opinion, we're playing it!" Flint said. Hermione looked horrified, but despite her protests, Flint wouldn't change his decision.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX"MERLIN!" Hermione yelled as she met up with Harry and Ron.
"What's up, 'Mione?" Harry asked. Hermione shot him a warning glance.
"Don't call me that."
"Fine, fine. Hermione. Happy?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Hermione sighed. "Well, remember when I told you about the scene I have to do with Malfoy?"
"Hermione, all of your scenes have to do with Malfoy," Ron said, confused.
"No! I mean… the scene I told you about before, the… kissing scene?" They nodded. "Well, they're going to play music while we do it."
"And that's bad because…?" Ron asked.
"They're going to play the Barney Song during the scene, and Flint won't change his mind," Hermione said quickly.
Harry froze. "Tell me that you didn't say 'Barney,' 'Song' and 'Flint won't change his mind' in the same sentence like that."
"Harry, that's exactly what I said."
Harry moved his mouth, but no words came out. Finally, he blurted out, "BLOODY HELL!" Ron, on the other hand, was confused.
"Who's Barney? Why's he so bad? What – " he began, but Harry interrupted.
"Ron, you don't want to know." Ron just shrugged. At that moment, Snape came by.
"Just because you are participating in the play doesn't mean the rules don't apply to you," Snape said. "10 points from Gryffendor for shouting." Harry glared but kept silent as they walked away.
In a more silent tone, Harry asked, "If we get signatures, can we get rid of the Barney Song?" Hermione shook her head doubtfully.
"I don't think so, but it's worth a shot," she said.
That night, at the Gryffendor common room, they announced to everyone what was going on. Many Muggleborns and half-bloods were shocked out of their wits and agreed to sign the petition, but several found it funny and let it be. The purebloods were confused, but some were persuaded to sign.
Three days and thousands of signatures later, Hermione showed the petition to Flint. Flint, however, didn't care, and ripped the petition up. "Nice to see so many people horrified on the day of the show," Flint explained. Hermione stared at him, horrified.
"How'd he take it?" Harry asked hopefully. Hermione sighed.
"Not very well. He ripped it up." Harry's eyes glared in anger, but Hermione stopped him. "We knew he was going to do it anyways. It was only a try." Harry shrugged and nodded.
"Now, will someone finally please tell me who the bloody Merlin this Barney guy is?" Ron asked.
Harry and Hermione grimaced at the thought of explaining.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXAfter explaining the best they could and performing some Barney moves (A/N: urrgh… winces at the mental pictures, Hermione went down first for dinner. She walked, not noticing anything, until she bumped into someone. She was about to say sorry but the person cut her off.
"Look where you're going next time, Mudblood," Malfoy growled. Hermione glared at him.
"I could ask the same of you, Malfoy," Hermione said crossly.
"In case you haven't noticed, Granger, I'm not the one that bumps into everyone," Malfoy smirked.
"Could've fooled me," Hermione murmured. Before Malfoy could respond, she rushed down to dinner to eat. Only a little while later, Ginny, Ron, and Harry came down and sat by her.
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny said.
"Hey, Gin," Hermione said nonchalantly. Lavendar came over to them.
"So, what's up in acting, you two?" she asked. Hermione shrugged and so did Ginny.
"My partcomes in later, but Hermione plays throughout," Ginny said.
"Really? That's cool," Lavendar said absently. "Costume designing is great. Oh my gosh, it is so awesome! I feel in control now – well, sort of. I mean, I can create costume designs that the person who wears them would hate but they can't do anything, so they have to be in good terms with all of us. You won't believe it, but I've achieved so much that they let me design Eroquin's and Allyran's clothes!"Lavendar squealed in delight.
"Whoa – whoa – whoa, did you say that you're going to design my clothes and Malfoy's clothes?" Hermione asked, grinning evilly.
"No, I said that I was going to design – "
"We play Eroquin and Allyran."
Lavendar stared at her, surprised. She was shocked silent for a moment, then she let out a squeal. "OH MY GOSH why didn't you tell me? Okay, I was to wrapped up in designing that I locked myself up in my room, okay, but… that is awesome!"
"Well, I was thinking. Mind designing Malfoy's clothes a little… err…" Hermione faltered, but Lavendar giggled.
"Sure! Wait – is Malfoy playing Eroquin or Allyran?"Lavendar asked, puzzled.
Hermione gaped at her. "You mean you're designing clothes for people and you don't even know if they're male or female?" Lavendar blushed slightly. "He plays Eroquin."
"Did someone mention my part?" Malfoy drawled as he walked towards them. Hermione glared. Lavendar mouthed, "Oh," and went away to find Parvati. "My, my, Granger, I didn't think you'd miss me so much that all you'd do is talk about me when I'm not around."
"The day that happens is the day I die," Hermione said, gritting her teeth.
"Well, that won't be too long, then," Malfoy said, smirking. Hermione stared at him, shocked.
"Wh – "
"You know what, Granger, forget it. You didn't need to know that. Let's pretend I didn't say what I just said."
"Wh –" Hermione tried again.
"Forget it," Malfoy said darkly. With that, he turned on his heel and strutted to the Slytherin table. Hermione turned to Ginny questionably. Ginny shrugged and turned to Ron. Ron arched his eyebrows in confusion and turned to Harry. Harry sighed in defeat and turned to Hermione. Hermione gave up and turned to Ginny. Ginny shrugged and turned to Ron… (A/N: you get the idea. Finally, Harry jumped up and broke the chain.
"Ron," Harry said, "remember that, ahem, project we have to do?"
Ron stared blankly at Harry. "Project?" he repeated confused. Harry glared at him, darting glances at Hermione and Ginny.
"Remember, the, eh, project? For Transfiguration?"
Hermione looked at Harry curiously. "Transfiguration? I'm in that class and I'm certain that we don't have a project."
"No, err, you see, we've, err, been having trouble with it lately and, err, Professor McGonnagal wants us to do an extra project to raise our grades or whatever," Harry said, giving Ron a menacing glance.
"She did?" Ron asked. Harry glared. Ron finally got it. "Oh! No, erm, actually, it's more like a… report. That's why I couldn't remember… Harry, what's gotten into your brain lately?"
"Frog spawn," Hermione said. "I saw it during Care of Magical Creatures class. You're supposed to push down gently and then firmly, Harry, not firmly directly."
Harry groaned. "That's why I've been having headaches recently! You could've told me earlier! Come on, Ron, it's due tomorrow."
"TOMORROW? Have you started it yet?" Hermione asked.
"Err, a little, some, yes," Harry said. Before Hermione could explode, Harry and Ron ran out for safety's cover. As soon as they were in the dormitories, Harry began to speak.
"Should we report the slip to Dumbledore? Or do you think Malfoy was told to 'accidentally let it slip?'" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "We'd best report it to Dumbledore anyways. Better safe than sorry."
(A/N:) This chapter's only a little longer than the other chapter, hope it's not too long… or too short? ARGH well I have to cut this note short because I have a stomachache and I think I'm going to see today's dinner in several minutes… well, it's not that serious but you get the idea…