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:) Yes, once again, if you catch any mistakes, please tell me so I can fix it! thanks.
Thank you to bookwormJ, dmhg, 0verthe rAinbow, and mysteriouscharmfor reveiwing.
mysteriouscharm - well, I plan on telling in the story what the Order project for Harry and Ron is later in the story... so hopefully I'll find a good place to tell soon.
From Chapter Two:
"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."
Chapter Three: Scenes II
After dinner, Hermione went with Ginny back to the Gryffendor Tower. "Fire whiskey," Hermione muttered as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, who let them in. Hermione sighed. "I still don't get it. What does he mean – my time is near?"
Ginny shrugged. "If I knew, I would've told you by now, right?" Hermione nodded. "Well, yeah. I don't get it either. It's probably just some huge prank."
Hermione snorted. "Figures, as it's coming from Malfoy. It's still so disturbing, though, to hear something like that…" Ginny nodded sympathetically.
"Hey, it's Malfoy, don't take what he says seriously, okay?" Ginny said, but Hermione didn't respond.
"Ignorance is a weakness," Hermione said.
"Ignorance is a virtue," Ginny corrected. Hermione shook her head.
"Okay, you win. Let's forget it for now – "
" – and that's what I've been trying to get you to do for the past five – six – years – "
"Ginny!" Hermione said, exasperatedly. Ginny laughed. "C'mon, we need some sleep, your part in acting won't be so far away soon, and when that time comes, you'll have a very large part." Ginny nodded and they headed together to the girls' dorm.
Malfoy smirked. "You coming, Granger?" he asked. "Of course, with your state, I guess not." He turned on his heel and headed away. Hermione suppressed a cry of rage.
"Come back here or I'll have to take you out by wand," Hermione scolded.
Malfoy turned around to face her but did not come back. "You wouldn't do that, Mudblood."
"And why would I not?"
A mischievous glint sparkled in his grey eyes. "Because they don't know we're wizards, and you wouldn't risk your life just to take away mine, would you?"
Hermione glared. "You'd better think twice about that." Malfoy shrugged and turned away again, continuing walking. Groaning in fury, Hermione took out her wand and muttered a curse on him. He yelped. Hermione smiled in satisfaction until a deep voice from behind her wiped it off.
"Witch, come here. We'll have to get you executed."
Hermione turned around to see the face of… Blaise Zambini.
"Zabini?" Hermione asked uncertainly. "What are you talking about? You – "
"Zabini?" he repeated. "No, I'm Xionis. Follow me, witch."
Hermione stared. Xionis? Where did that name sound familiar? Xionis, Xionis, Xionis… the words played repeatedly in her mind. Then she remembered.
It came from the play.
Hermione's eyes snapped open, panting heavily. "ARRGH!" she screamed in anguish, her voice muffled by the pillow. "That prat even haunts me in my sleep!" After calming down and reading, again, Hogwarts, A History, she tried once more to fall asleep.
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The next morning, Hermione awoke and got up. She washed and went down to breakfast with Ron, Harry, and Ginny. There was an awkward silence between them until Harry broke it as they were halfway down to the Great Hall.
"Err, Hermione, Ginny? Ron and I, we, err, have some last-minute things to do, err, with the research paper…"
Hermione scolded. "WHY DIDN'T YOU FINISH IT LAST NIGHT?" Harry and Ron winced.
"We, err, were busy, it's just something small…" Ron said nervously. Hermione sighed and dismissed them with a wave of their hand. "Bye, 'Mione." They left in the opposite direction.
Hermione stared after them in disbelief. "Who do they think they are? They should've finished it last night!" Ginny suppressed a giggle, thinking of how Hermione had control of Harry and Ron with just a wave of her hand.
After breakfast, Hermione and Ginny headed over to the acting corner together. They moved on to the part after the teleportation.
"Lady Litanya Aeralia will acknowledge your presence now," a tall third year boy, pretending to be a butler, said in a deep voice. Hermione nodded and followed the boy, who brought her over to Ginny.
"Thank you, Zen, you may go now," Ginny said lightly, waving him away. The boy nodded and left. Ginny turned her attention onto Hermione. "Please, my dear Allyran, sit down, sit, sit!" Hermione obliged. "Fruits?" Hermione shook her head no. "Very well, then, dear."
"Err, excuse me, Lady Aeralia?" Hermione asked attentively.
"Please, call me Litanya when no one else is around," Ginny said, smiling. Hermione nodded.
"Litanya, well, if it's not too rude to ask – "
"Of course not, my dear! What is it you want to say?"
Hermione inhaled deeply. "What did you want me here for?"
Ginny stared at Hermione in shock. "Did they not tell you?" Hermione blushed and shook her head. "Well, we've found you a suitor." Hermione froze in shock, terror, speechless. "Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?" Ginny said, misinterpreting Hermione's actions.
Hermione regained her voice. "Err, yes, lovely, err… who is the suitor, may I ask?"
"Of course you can ask, Allyran! The suitor I have found for you is the most charming, well-built, noble from a rich family. You will accept him, no?" Hermione smiled weakly. "Great. You shall be engaged to Sir Eroquin Shimforth."
Hermione gasped. "What? Him? No way, I can't, I can't…"
Ginny nodded. "You, my dear Allyran, are in the position any girl in the country of Pentalis would dream of being in. (A/N: I'm making all these places up so… yeah! hehe It's glorious, isn't it?"
"No," Hermione said disbelievingly. Ginny stared at her in shock. "I mean, of course, I'm… honored." Ginny nodded approvingly.
"Excellent. We – "
"Pardon me for interrupting," Hermione said, "but does he know?" Ginny hiccupped.
"CUT!" Flint roared. "Ginny, contain your excitement, PLEASE! Okay, let's start from 'Excellent, we – ' where Hermione interrupts. Go!"
"Excellent. We – "
"Pardon me for interrupting," Hermione said, "but does he know?" Ginny smiled mischievously.
"No, my dear, he does not know yet, but that is the job of Bop. Let us not worry ourselves of that. As I was saying, we – "
"So it's an arranged marriage?" Hermione asked, horrified. Ginny looked at her disbelievingly.
"Of course, my dear Lady Liakke! Where is your mind these days? Every marriage in Pentalis is arranged, except for these few exceptions, of course. Now, let me carry on. We will have the wedding no later than in one year, no sooner than in three months. This is a noble wedding, need I remind you? We must prepare one of the most glorious days Pentalis has ever seen this year."
"I feel honored," Hermione said weakly.
"You should be," Ginny said darkly. "Every year, as you know, there is only one, I repeat – one – noble wedding. The king himself delayed his own son's wedding for yours! Can you believe that? We must make this the best wedding Pentalis has known of since the Great Sir Shimforth, of course, first found it the ancestor of your new fiancé. However, with such an honorable man like the Great Sir Shimforth, he wouldn't accept it, and instead gave it to someone who he thought was more responsible, and that brings us to today's kings, thus. Now, listen to me rambling! Hardly a lady-like thing to do, now, isn't it? I should stop right about now." Ginny paused. "Well, best of luck! We shall meet again, soon."
Hermione nodded and said faintly, "Yes, soon. Thank you, my Lady Aeralia."
"I told you, dear Allyran, it is Litanya." Hermione nodded.
"My pardon. Thank you for your effort, Litanya," Hermione said.
Ginny smiled. "It was my pleasure. Now, run along. I don't want to be known to lure ladies inside and have them never return, hmm? No, that's dragon's work. Fair thee well, my wishes."
Hermione nodded in thanks and left. Outside, the boy butler waited for her and brought her back out. "I can go on my own from here, Zen," Hermione said. The boy nodded and walked away, leaving Hermione on her own. Sighing, she walked out to the back gardens to the water fountain. She kicked a pebble (an unladylike thing to do, I might add), trying to contain her frustration.
"Why does the world do this to me?" she said angrily. "What did I do wrong?" Sighing, she sat on the bench, watching the water from the water fountain fall and flow across the pool. Wistfully thinking, she murmured, "To flow free as the water, warm as the sun… it's only a dream that's just begun."
The scene was over. Hermione stood up. Flint scolded. "Ginny, you talked way too fast. Hermione, it's 'To flow free as the water, warm as the sun, it's only a dream that's NEVER begun!' She doesn't approve of the engagement – "
"And neither do I," Hermione said under her breath. Flint didn't hear her. He kept on droning on about what was wrong, never saying what was good. "Stupid director. I'd be better than him," she muttered to herself. Then she did the unpredictable, the unexpected.
She zoned out during Flint's lecture.
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It was all over the daily prophet. Apparently, after Hermione told Ron and Harry that she zoned out during the lecture, they told the story to Ginny, who told it to Lavender and Patarvi, gossip queens, second to only Pansy Parkinson. Hermione sighed as the story made the front page.
HERMIONE GRANGER – SMARTEST WITCH IN HOGWARTS HISTORY
Hermione Granger, age 16, a sixth year in Hogwarts, is known as the brainy know-it-all bushy-haired geek. She gets Outstanding's on all of her papers.
"She's a bookworm, teacher's pet," says attractive 6th year Draco Malfoy, Slytherin. "She thinks she's the best with her grades and is really possessive and demanding, but she doesn't know that everyone hates her,"
Hermione Granger however, one days does the unexpected. This Muggleborn geek zones out during Marcus Flint's, 7th year, lecture.
Apparently, Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts headmaster, decided to instruct students to create and act out their own play. Given the role of head director, Flint told everyone – including Granger – about their faults in acting.
"I was just telling them what they did wrong, and she just zones out on me," Flint says. "She thinks she's so smart that she can do it without anyone's help."
Hermione stopped reading and groaned in frustration. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe that Rita Skeeter is back at this!"
Harry tugged Hermione's sleeve. "It's not Skeeter this time, Hermione. Look," he said, pointing to the end of the article. There, in fine print, read, "Pansy Parkinson."
"ARGH!" Hermione yelled. "That little bitch!"
"Hey," Ron said, "Do you know what center she's in? For the play, I mean."
Hermione shrugged. "She might be in acting. Crabbe and Goyle are in it only because they're too stupid for anything else and the teachers don't want them. They play Baby Bop – or Bop – and Barney, known as Barn. But I'm going to kill her, the little – "
"Hermione," Harry said, interrupting. "Cool down. Let's just… report her to Dumbledore or something. you know that she's just looking for trouble, don't give her what she wants." Hermione nodded in agreement.
"You're right," she said finally. "You know what? You're right for the first time in your life, Harry. She wants trouble? I'm not going to give it to her. No way. I'm just going to ignore her after I injure her so hard that there will be no trouble."
"Err, Hermione? That's not what Harry meant," Ron said. Harry arched his eyebrows at Ron.
"No, actually, Ron, that's exactly what I meant."
"Really?"
"No."
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A week later, the Pansy incident was forgotten and everyone was working on the play. "Move on, move on!" Flint called. They went through the play quickly. "We need to hurry up, I'm not going to stay back a year again to be stuck in Potter's year," he explained. He pushed them along until they finally got to the scene that was most dreaded.
Well, it was the most dreaded scene for Hermione and Malfoy. It was the excitement of the play to the others.
"I'm sick," Hermione said. "I ate too much for breakfast." She couldn't get away. She attempted taking one of the Weasley's Snackboxes, but no one was fooled. Sighing, she had to carry on the scene.
The scene began right after Xionis discovered that Allyran was a witch and Eroquin brought her outside.
"What did you think you were doing?" Malfoy hissed. A tear ran down Hermione's face.
"I don't know," she whispered truthfully. "I just… forgot for a moment."
Malfoy scolded. "We can't take one more mistake again. We can do a Memory Charm on him for now, but it won't be good enough if this keeps up." He sighed. "You know what, Allyran, sometimes I just don't understand who you are."
Hermione smiled slightly. "Is that good or bad?" she asked.
Malfoy hesitated before answering. "Both." Hermione laughed. "It's what made me hate you… and it's what drove me to you." He looked deep into Hermione's eyes. "Are you serious about this?"
Hermione slowly opened her mouth to answer. Her eyes were hesitant. She replied softly, "Eroquin… WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" She burst out yelling. The entire group sighed.
"Granger, pull your act together. You're going to have to go through with this whether you like it or not!" Flint yelled. Hermione nodded meekly. "Okay, let's take it from the explanation of good or bad." They nodded.
"Both." Hermione laughed. "It's what made me hate you… and it's what drove me to you." He looked deep into Hermione's eyes. "Are you serious about this?"
Hermione slowly opened her mouth to answer. Her eyes were hesitant. She replied softly, "Eroquin…" Her face suddenly broke into a smile and her the hesitant eyes gave way to joyful ones. "I'll take it slowly."
Malfoy smiled slightly, bringing Hermione closer and closer to him. Their faces were barely centimeters apart. (And of course, the acting crew and Flint were watching closely with anticipation.) Suddenly, Malfoy locked Hermione into a kiss. Hermione deepened it. Both were unknown to the other's thoughts that ran through their head. At long last, they broke apart. "I love you, Allyran. Come back with me? Start anew?"
Hermione smiled. "Yes… yes. And I love you too."
The scene was over. "I swear I'm NEVER doing that again!" Hermione swore angrily.
"Aw, come on," Flint said, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "While you did it, you looked like you enjoyed it."
Hermione scolded. "It's called good acting." Flint shrugged but didn't believe her. Neither did anyone else.
"You know I'm good," said a familiar drawl behind her. Hermione spun around to meet Malfoy, face-to-face.
"I swear to you, I'm not going through that again," she spat angrily before turning on her heel and leaving. As he watched her go, Malfoy remained, slightly smirking at her, but he could not deny the thoughts in his mind.
What the hell was that about?
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Lavendar and Parvati were right at the entrance of the Gryffendor Tower when Hermione entered. When they met her, they squealed.
"So how was it?" Lavendar asked.
"You know, the kiss?" Parvati propped.
"With Draco Malfoy?" As if they had to rub it in…
"Was it good?"
"Bad?"
"Details, girl!"
Hermione sighed. "No, I'm not in the mood. And you won't get anything out of me," she added, scolding. "It was horrible, if you needed to know." As she headed towards Ron and Harry, she felt their eyes staring at her back and heard their whispers.
"Did she say horrible?"
"Draco Malfoy? Horrible?"
"She's got problems."
"Yeah."
Hermione sighed and shook her head in exasperation. When Ron and Harry noticed her coming, they greeted her with a small smile.
"How was it?" Harry asked, his voice with concern. Ron was to angry to speak. Hermione shrugged.
"Awful."
Ron began to crack up. "That'll put a black mark on his record!" he said cheerfully. "Queen to B-4."
"Yeah," Harry said, not really paying attention. He studied the chess board. "Bishop to K-5." Ron scolded. "Checkmate."
Hermione left them and went to find Ginny, however, she failed in her mission. Ginny found her instead. "Hermione! I've been looking all over for you! Well, Flint says he wants to redo the scene tomorrow, this time without mistakes – "
"WHAT?" Hermione yelled, cutting Ginny off. In a quieter voice, she hushed urgently, "Is he mad? He never told us to redo another scene! What the cr – "
Ginny held a hand up to silence Hermione. "I'm passing on the message," she said. "I protested a good five minutes for you, couldn't change his mind." Hermione sighed in defeat and nodded.
"Thanks, Gin."
"No problem. You're in my debt now," she said, grinning. Hermione scolded.
"Okay, now what do you want?"
Ginny thought about it. "Hmm, I've always wanted a new broom, what do you think?" Hermione shook her head, aghast.
"Something I can afford, Gin. I'm not Malfoy."
Apparently that was exactly what Ginny wanted. A sly smile appeared on her face. "Knew it! I knew it, you thought it was good, don't you? You're still thinking about it!"
Hermione scolded. "Well, I was horribly reminded of the thought when you said we had to do a retake. We don't really have to do a retake, do we?" Ginny shrugged and shook her head no. "URGH! I'm going kill you, Ginny!"
"You won't."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You're a Gryffendor. I'm your friend. You don't want that on your conscience."
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away. Scolding, she said, "You'll still pay for it!"
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Everyone bustled about. They were going to do the final practice scene before they put it all together. Excitement roared throughout the acting corner.
"Okay, okay, last scene, right after Allyran and Erqouin teleport back to their own time! Ready, Set, Action!" Flint said.
The scene began. Hermione and Malfoy were holding hands. "We're back," Hermione said in awe, staring around at the place surrounding them. Malfoy smiled at her and nodded.
"Let's live here together…" he whispered in her ear. Hermione smiled at him. He bent down on one knee. "M'dear Lady Allyran Liakke… would you do me honor of marrying me?" He withdrew a red velvet box and opened it. Inside was a thin, golden ring twisted elegantly, holding the diamond in place. Hermione smiled at him.
"Thought we'd take it slow?" she asked.
"I couldn't wait," he said truthfully. Hermione thought for a moment.
"All right. I will," she said, accepting the ring he had to offer. She gave a quick peck on the cheek and they headed home, together.
The scene was clouded and Cho appeared with a misty pool. She was staring down at it. "Yes, alas, my plan has not failed me. The uttermost differences can be the best. I shan't tolerate any more arguing nonsense from adults."
Justin nodded. "You're brilliant."
"I know I am!" Cho snapped, and the two began to bicker endlessly, two adults, once more arguing.
The scene ended. "Okay, good job. Tomorrow, we'll do it all, beginning to end. See what you've got to give me," Flint said, smirking. Hermione rolled her eyes. As if!
But tomorrow was another day, a new start. Grinning, she skipped away to find Harry and Ron.
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The days passed by quickly. It was soon the day of the play. Everyone was dressed up. Hermione tried to even her breath. "Calm down, Hermione, calm down," she told herself.
"Talking to yourself?" Malfoy said, smirking. "You're going mad." Hermione scolded.
"It's none of your business. Go away," she said, turning her back on him. Everything was ready. The props, the stage, the lighting, the music… which still included the Barney Song.
Back away from the stage in their own little private corner, Harry and Ron talked silently.
"Did you remember to do it?" Harry asked Ron. Ron nodded.
"I did, but I still don't like it, Harry."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Neither do I, but it's the best way. Are you ready to watch?" Ron closed his eyes and prepared himself.
"What will we do? When they disappear, how should we act?"
Harry shrugged. "The same way as everyone else is acting."
Ron inhaled deeply. "Okay, I'm ready," he said.
"Good. Let's find our seats now," Harry said. Ron nodded and they left in to watch the play, nervously anticipating what was to happen next.
"Five words," Ron murmured to Harry. "Bloody hell, Merlin help us."
(A/N:) Okay, I need to know what is thought of the length of each chapter. Is it too long/short/okay? These first three chapters are mainly kind of like the prologue, and the last chapters will kind of be like an epilogue, sort of... Anyways, in the next chapter, the so-called "Real" story where Hermione and Draco are sent to Pentalis begins. Basically, all you need to know for that part so you dont get completely lost is:
1) that Hermione plays Allyran and Draco plays Eroquin
2) magic's involved. (duh)
3) that it's actually happening, but it's supposed to be a play (entitled Sent Diligo)
and basically those are the three main factors, which are pretty easy concepts. The rest of the things are also important, but you can understand the story well without them. You just won't be able to predict what's happening next without things like the story summary, what happened so far, etc. AND THE PANSY ARTICLE THINGY WAS NOT ALL IMPORTANT, IT WAS JUST THERE TO CREATE A DEEPER DIVIDE BETWEEN SLYTHERIN AND GRYFFENDOR WHEN THEY REMEMBER... LATER ON IN THE STORY... HEHE. So maybe it is important, but only a little bit...