A/N: Here's the second part - it's a lot less funny, and more mushy, but anyway. I think it's worse, but I hope you like it!
(Only one more part to go!)
ACT TWO
PROLUGE FOR PART TWO
Now old hates doth in their death-bed lie,
And young affections gape to be his heir,
That fair for which love groaned for and would die,
With tender Hermione matched, is now not fair.
For Draco is beloved and loves again
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks
But to his foes supposed he must complain,
And she steal love's bait from fearful hooks
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers used to swear;
And she as much in love, her means are less,
To meet her new beloved anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means to meet
Tempering extremities with love so sweet.
SCENE FIVE - THE ASTRONOMY TOWER
Hermione: (to herself) I can hardly believe this... it is impossible! His house and mine are sworn enemies... yet... I can hardly waiting to seem him again...
Enter Draco, at the bottom of the tower
Draco: This is not happening! If anyone ever knew...
Hermione: I'll be kicked out for sure...
Draco: My father would kill me...
Hermione: My mother would disown me...
Draco: I must be insane...
Hermione: And yet...
Draco: I am longing to see her again...
Hermione: I can't wait for Potions, if it means I might gaze upon his face...
Draco/Hermione: (sigh)
Hermione looks around wildly, Draco looks up to the tower and spies Hermione. She does not see him
Hermione (To herself): (bashfully) Draco, Draco, wherefore art thou, Draco? Deny thy father, and refuse thy house! Or, if thou wilt not, simply say the word and I will no longer a Gryffindor be!
Draco: You speakest the truth, fair angel. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Hermione would, were she not Hermione called, retain that sweet perfection which she owns without the title of Gryffindor.
Hermione: Quiet! Methinks I hear someone coming...
**Enter McGonagall**
McGonagall: Hermione, what are you doing out here? You will freeze, child. Come inside.
Hermione: But a moment, professor. I wish to gaze upon the stars - for an Astronomy assignment, you see.
**McGonagall shrugs and leaves. **
Draco: I must leave, Hermione, it grows to risky. If I am seen -
McGonagall [from inside]: Hermione, come in now.
**Draco turns to leave**
Hermione: Wait! When will I see you again? We do not have Potions for two days hence!
McGonagall: Hermione...
Draco: Tomorrow - at lunch. The Quidditch shed.
McGonagall: Hermione!
Hermione: Coming!
**Exit Hermione and Draco**
SCENE SIX - THE GREAT HALL
**It's one in the morning. Dumbledore is standing in the middle of the hall, humming to himself. Draco enters and heads over to the Slytherin table to get something, probably. **
Draco: Good morrow, Dumbledore.
Dumbledore [Greatly surprised]: This is just one more piece to add into the puzzle, Draco. You are acting very strange lately.
Draco: How so, professor?
Dumbledore: Firstly, you have learnt to walk alone, like one with fever, Secondly, to fast, like one on a diet, Thirdly, to look sadly, like one who has just buried their mother. When you walked, you were wont to walk with a swagger. When you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sad, it was for want of money. And fourth, most puzzling, you are up at this hour. You are not one to walk early Draco, so therefore I must assume either one of two things.
Draco: And what are they, pray tell?
Dumbledore: Firstly, you have a great trouble and could not sleep. This, I deem the less likely of the two. Secondly, this: Due to love, unless I miss my mark aright, you, Draco, have not been asleep this night.
Draco: Aye, but the great pleasure was mine.
Dumbledore: Oh me! What sin have you indulged in now!
Draco: None, unless now speaking is a sin.
Dumbledore [sceptically]: You expect me to believe that you have been up all night... talking with Pansy.
Draco: Pansy? Who is Pansy? I have forgotten the name. Nay, Dumbledore, in this I am but one step ahead of you. Never in a thousand years will you know.
**Draco exits. Dumbledore is left standing, thoughtfully. **
SCENE SEVEN - THE QUIDDITCH PITCH
**Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender are standing in the Quidditch bleachers, talking after a match. Draco, Pansy, Morag, Crabbe, Goyle, Sven and Agmond approach them. Blaise stands out the front. **
Blaise [sneering]: Well, if it isn't the Mudblood loving Gryffindors.
Harry: Shut your dirty mouth, Slytherin, and run off to your master. I'm sure "Lord" Voldemort is waiting for his faithful hounds.
**Everyone flinches. **
Blaise: Don't speak of that which you don't understand. Do not think that you can defeat him. He will continue his rise, back to power, and you cannot stop him. You are but a - a fly, a small annoyance, waiting to be swatted.
Ron [interrupting]: Oh really? He's certainly taken his time. How many times has he been defeated - five? Six?
Blaise [sneeringly]: He who must not be named may bide his time, but I will have the pleasure of taking you on now!
Ron: You just try!
**A fight ensues. Hermione and Draco try to stop it. **
Hermione: Harry! Ron! Stop it! You heard what Professor Dumbledore said - if you are caught fighting we'll all be expelled!
Draco: Stop! Stop! You'll draw to much attention... we can't afford that now!
**Ron and Blaise are struggling together. Harry attacks Draco. Pansy sneaks up behind them - in all the confusion no-one notices. **
Pansy [to herself]: This will teach Draco to dump me... Everyone will think it was him. He always is blamed...
**Pansy draws her wand**
Pansy [ Disguising her voice]: AVADA KEDAVRA!
**Green light shoots towards Ron, hitting him full in the face. He falls to the floor. Everyone draws back, stunned. Harry and Hermione rush to his side. But it's too late - Ron is dead. Other students draw closer. End Scene Seven. **
SCENE EIGHT - DRACO'S DORM
**Draco is madly rushing around, packing things up. Crabbe and Goyle are standing by mutely. **
Draco: I must flee... everyone will think that it was me. Oh, Pansy will pay dearly for this...
Crabbe: We've made arrangements.
Goyle: A few Slytherins first years are going to set off some Filibuster's Wet-Start Fireworks.
Crabbe: No-one will suspect a thing until you are long gone, and then it will be too late.
**They laugh. Draco gives them a withering look. **
Draco: Can you be serious? If I am caught, I shall be expelled, and Slytherin's reputation will be mud!
Crabbe: Will that change much? Other houses already think they know that we are the "evil" house.
Draco: And does not our alliance with Lord Voldemort somewhat prove them right?
**Silence. Crabbe and Goyle shuffle uncomfortably. Draco sighs. **
Draco: Come, my old friends, worry not. I will be gone by morning.
**Draco leaves the room. Crabbe and Goyle exchange a look, then follow. **
A/N: I cannot believe I just did that! I killed Ron! Oh well, please R/R, even if it is to tell me how awful this is.
(Only one more part to go!)
ACT TWO
PROLUGE FOR PART TWO
Now old hates doth in their death-bed lie,
And young affections gape to be his heir,
That fair for which love groaned for and would die,
With tender Hermione matched, is now not fair.
For Draco is beloved and loves again
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks
But to his foes supposed he must complain,
And she steal love's bait from fearful hooks
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers used to swear;
And she as much in love, her means are less,
To meet her new beloved anywhere.
But passion lends them power, time means to meet
Tempering extremities with love so sweet.
SCENE FIVE - THE ASTRONOMY TOWER
Hermione: (to herself) I can hardly believe this... it is impossible! His house and mine are sworn enemies... yet... I can hardly waiting to seem him again...
Enter Draco, at the bottom of the tower
Draco: This is not happening! If anyone ever knew...
Hermione: I'll be kicked out for sure...
Draco: My father would kill me...
Hermione: My mother would disown me...
Draco: I must be insane...
Hermione: And yet...
Draco: I am longing to see her again...
Hermione: I can't wait for Potions, if it means I might gaze upon his face...
Draco/Hermione: (sigh)
Hermione looks around wildly, Draco looks up to the tower and spies Hermione. She does not see him
Hermione (To herself): (bashfully) Draco, Draco, wherefore art thou, Draco? Deny thy father, and refuse thy house! Or, if thou wilt not, simply say the word and I will no longer a Gryffindor be!
Draco: You speakest the truth, fair angel. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Hermione would, were she not Hermione called, retain that sweet perfection which she owns without the title of Gryffindor.
Hermione: Quiet! Methinks I hear someone coming...
**Enter McGonagall**
McGonagall: Hermione, what are you doing out here? You will freeze, child. Come inside.
Hermione: But a moment, professor. I wish to gaze upon the stars - for an Astronomy assignment, you see.
**McGonagall shrugs and leaves. **
Draco: I must leave, Hermione, it grows to risky. If I am seen -
McGonagall [from inside]: Hermione, come in now.
**Draco turns to leave**
Hermione: Wait! When will I see you again? We do not have Potions for two days hence!
McGonagall: Hermione...
Draco: Tomorrow - at lunch. The Quidditch shed.
McGonagall: Hermione!
Hermione: Coming!
**Exit Hermione and Draco**
SCENE SIX - THE GREAT HALL
**It's one in the morning. Dumbledore is standing in the middle of the hall, humming to himself. Draco enters and heads over to the Slytherin table to get something, probably. **
Draco: Good morrow, Dumbledore.
Dumbledore [Greatly surprised]: This is just one more piece to add into the puzzle, Draco. You are acting very strange lately.
Draco: How so, professor?
Dumbledore: Firstly, you have learnt to walk alone, like one with fever, Secondly, to fast, like one on a diet, Thirdly, to look sadly, like one who has just buried their mother. When you walked, you were wont to walk with a swagger. When you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sad, it was for want of money. And fourth, most puzzling, you are up at this hour. You are not one to walk early Draco, so therefore I must assume either one of two things.
Draco: And what are they, pray tell?
Dumbledore: Firstly, you have a great trouble and could not sleep. This, I deem the less likely of the two. Secondly, this: Due to love, unless I miss my mark aright, you, Draco, have not been asleep this night.
Draco: Aye, but the great pleasure was mine.
Dumbledore: Oh me! What sin have you indulged in now!
Draco: None, unless now speaking is a sin.
Dumbledore [sceptically]: You expect me to believe that you have been up all night... talking with Pansy.
Draco: Pansy? Who is Pansy? I have forgotten the name. Nay, Dumbledore, in this I am but one step ahead of you. Never in a thousand years will you know.
**Draco exits. Dumbledore is left standing, thoughtfully. **
SCENE SEVEN - THE QUIDDITCH PITCH
**Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender are standing in the Quidditch bleachers, talking after a match. Draco, Pansy, Morag, Crabbe, Goyle, Sven and Agmond approach them. Blaise stands out the front. **
Blaise [sneering]: Well, if it isn't the Mudblood loving Gryffindors.
Harry: Shut your dirty mouth, Slytherin, and run off to your master. I'm sure "Lord" Voldemort is waiting for his faithful hounds.
**Everyone flinches. **
Blaise: Don't speak of that which you don't understand. Do not think that you can defeat him. He will continue his rise, back to power, and you cannot stop him. You are but a - a fly, a small annoyance, waiting to be swatted.
Ron [interrupting]: Oh really? He's certainly taken his time. How many times has he been defeated - five? Six?
Blaise [sneeringly]: He who must not be named may bide his time, but I will have the pleasure of taking you on now!
Ron: You just try!
**A fight ensues. Hermione and Draco try to stop it. **
Hermione: Harry! Ron! Stop it! You heard what Professor Dumbledore said - if you are caught fighting we'll all be expelled!
Draco: Stop! Stop! You'll draw to much attention... we can't afford that now!
**Ron and Blaise are struggling together. Harry attacks Draco. Pansy sneaks up behind them - in all the confusion no-one notices. **
Pansy [to herself]: This will teach Draco to dump me... Everyone will think it was him. He always is blamed...
**Pansy draws her wand**
Pansy [ Disguising her voice]: AVADA KEDAVRA!
**Green light shoots towards Ron, hitting him full in the face. He falls to the floor. Everyone draws back, stunned. Harry and Hermione rush to his side. But it's too late - Ron is dead. Other students draw closer. End Scene Seven. **
SCENE EIGHT - DRACO'S DORM
**Draco is madly rushing around, packing things up. Crabbe and Goyle are standing by mutely. **
Draco: I must flee... everyone will think that it was me. Oh, Pansy will pay dearly for this...
Crabbe: We've made arrangements.
Goyle: A few Slytherins first years are going to set off some Filibuster's Wet-Start Fireworks.
Crabbe: No-one will suspect a thing until you are long gone, and then it will be too late.
**They laugh. Draco gives them a withering look. **
Draco: Can you be serious? If I am caught, I shall be expelled, and Slytherin's reputation will be mud!
Crabbe: Will that change much? Other houses already think they know that we are the "evil" house.
Draco: And does not our alliance with Lord Voldemort somewhat prove them right?
**Silence. Crabbe and Goyle shuffle uncomfortably. Draco sighs. **
Draco: Come, my old friends, worry not. I will be gone by morning.
**Draco leaves the room. Crabbe and Goyle exchange a look, then follow. **
A/N: I cannot believe I just did that! I killed Ron! Oh well, please R/R, even if it is to tell me how awful this is.