You'll notice there is only one genre listed. This story could go one or two of two ways. I was leaning toward the idea of 'Friendship', but 'Romance' is also possible. Then there's the most likely outcome, an easy transition from enemies to friends to bf/gf ;), being labeled as just 'Romance'.

"This book doesn't make any sense!" Malfoy complained, dropping the book in front of me. I was sitting at the library, studying, as always.

"You read it?" I asked, not really surprised.

"Well, yeah, but . . . it doesn't make any sense!"

"What doesn't?" I asked, tired. To my surprise, he sat next to me and opened the book.

"Look, see how they talk? People don't talk like that. And then, he kills what's-his-face, Tybalt, and gets banished for it? Why don't they take him to jail or something?"

"I don't know, Shakespeare was a weird guy."

"Who is Shakespeare?"

"The . . . man who wrote this. He was a little different, but the details don't really matter. It's the plot that's important. Did you like it?"

"I guess. It's hard to understand." He admitted.

"I know. You're not supposed to read it, anyway. You're supposed to see it preformed."

"Where? How?" He asked somewhat eagerly. I shrugged.

"I have it on video. Two versions, actually. But we'd need a VCR and a TV."

"You still use VCRs?" Harry teased, coming around the corner. He and Malfoy glowered at each other. "What's he doing here?" Maybe it was because I liked the new positive attention from Malfoy, maybe it was because I liked that he was taking such an interest in one of my favorite fictional stories, but I felt the urge to defend him.

"I've invited him to watch Romeo and Juliet with me. Would you like to, as well?" I said politely. Malfoy and Harry both looked at me, surprised.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"He was complaining about the book, and everyone knows you can't get the full effect of Shakespeare without seeing it preformed. Invite Ron and Ginny, will you?"

To my surprise, Harry didn't seem disturbed anymore that I had just invited our worst enemy for movie night. "We still don't have a TV, and I don't think they sell VCR's anymore."

The gears in my head started turning. "Maybe . . . we could find a way to . . . project the movie with just the tape." An image of my wand laying on a table shooting a beam of light through the tape to a square on a white wall where the movie was playing popped into my head. "Or we could find a way to make my wand read the information on the tape, record it, so to speak, and we could, I don't know, make it play in a mirror or window. Maybe we could even make it play right in our heads, like a dream . . ." and with that, I went to work, reading about the relation of magic and technology, experimenting with my phone, and writing to my parents to send the tape in a package.

Even more to my surprise, when I had zoned out and put my problem solving skills to use, Harry had politely joked that I would be a while to Malfoy, and suggested they leave me alone for a while. Not that they went out and had Butterbeer together, but even I could see something going on there. Malfoy had hardly picked on us this year at all, anyway, and Harry was the worst grudge holder I knew. He'd even admitted to growing a soft spot for his cousin Dudley, whom he had rescued from a dementor before school started.

By mail time two days later, I was sure my spell would work; all I had to do was point my wand at the tape with a Latin incantation I construed, leave my wand behind it, and the images should appear on the wall on the other side of the tape, much like my first idea. Then, as I replayed the plan in my head, a word leapt out at me. Images. The images would be displayed. But what about the sound? How were we supposed to hear what they were saying?

I groaned and plopped my head into my hands. Ron, through a mouth full of toast and marmalade, asked what was wrong.

"I can make the movie play, but what about the sound?" I whined. Harry sighed apologetically, but Ron looked at me in awe.

"There's sound?" he exclaimed.

I sighed and tried to explain. "A movie is like a picture, because it moves, but it moves the same way every time. And there is sound, which is also the same every time, and muggle pictures don't move at all. And I figured out how to play the movie without a VCR or TV, but the sound comes from speakers, and I forgot to think of some way operate without them." Ron sat back and nodded like he understood, but I had the feeling he was still confused. Meanwhile, owls began to fill the Great Hall, one of them dropping a VHS shaped package into my hands.

I tore open the package like a birthday present, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny watched with similar enthusiasm. When I looked at the tape, however, I was unsure.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked.

"They sent me the modern one, the one with guns and cars. I like this one, but I'm worried it would be hard to understand."

"Well, Harry grew up with that stuff, and our father has plenty of muggle artifacts at home. I'm sure we'd get the gist of it," Ginny said encouragingly.

"What about Malfoy? He's the reason we're watching this, anyway." Ginny paled and Ron's ears and face turned bright red.

"WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE (my grammar checker suggests that I put "IS" instead of "ARE". Silly computer!) YOU INVITING HIM?" he shouted. Harry tried to shush him.

"You didn't tell them?" I glared accusingly at Harry.

"Only because I knew he would react like this!"

"YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?"

"Hermione," Ginny's small voice broke in. "Why would you invite him? We hate him! We don't invite people we hate to do fun things with us!"

"Listen, calm down, okay? It happened like this: I was in the library ("big shocker" Ginny interjected) reading Romeo and Juliet and Malfoy came up and we were talking about it and he was kind of bashing on muggle books so I challenged him to read it and he did but said it was hard to understand – which it is, by the way, very advanced stuff, Shakespeare is – so I told him he would understand it better if he saw the play and here we are!" Harry smiled encouragingly at me, but Ginny and Ron still seemed mad.

"So," Ron said, the calm making me feel uneasy. "While Harry, Ginny, and I are busy trying to figure out what to do about this new DADA teacher that's terrorizing the school, you are running around with our worst enemy, chatting about books and plays?"

"Ron, it wasn't like that!" Harry tried to defend me. But Ron got up and left.

Later that night, after listening in on a humorous phone call from Holli about finding a fake alligator in the bottom of her pool, Ron had agreed to attend this movie night and be nice to Malfoy (although I was pretty sure that last part was a slight exaggeration) as long as I promised this wouldn't become a regular thing.

I started early in the morning, taking the tape to small theatre-type room in the Room of Requirement. Upon testing my spell, my suspicions were confirmed: the image was showing bright on the screen in front of the cushioned seats, but no sound came from anywhere. Where could the sound come from? My wand, maybe. But it was already doing something else. I might be able to use Harry's wand . . . but how? I sighed and sat in one of the seats, mulling this over. I had a plan B, in which case I would find the movie on my phone and have the sound playing from that, but I really wanted a plan A that would make plan B unnecessary.

So, I did what I always did when I had a problem: I went to the library.