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(STW: ::taps micraphone:: hello? Hello? Is this thing on? How do these people use these things anyway?

Aaren: ::offstage:: It's on!

STW: Oh. Ok. So, This is the classical tale of Romeo and Juliet…sort of. Our story starts at Harry's first year at Hogwarts.

Aaren: They've already read that!

STW: Oh. Um…Then it starts in their fifth year. Dumbledore has decided to expand the children's knowledge of Muggle Studies by hosting tryouts for the famous Shakespearian play Romiet and Julio.

Aaren: ::Sighs and shakes her head:: NO!

STW: ::is pulled off the stage by the little cane thing:: ACK!

Aaren: What she was trying to say was that famous play Romeo and Juliet.

STW: ::Jumps onstage:: Wait! You're stealing my lines! ::hits Aaren over the head with one of the prop swords::

Aaren: Ow.

STW: ::pushes Aaren aside:: Sorry for that interruption. On with the story… ::holds sword behind her innocently::…)



Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked through the Great Hall and into the long, narrow corridor to the North Tower.

"Ok, let's stop and analyze this for a second…why are we doing this again?" Ron asked.

"Because we can get extra credit points for Muggle Studies," explained Hermione matter-of-factly.

Harry stopped. "But we don't even TAKE Muggle Studies, Hermione!"

Hermione said, "Well, I do."

Ginny smiled. "Come on guys, it might be fun!"

Ron said, "You just want to kiss some guy, Ginny."

Ginny blushed blight red and shut her mouth.

They reached the North Tower just as a slender, blond figure backed out of the door, closing it behind him.

Harry blinked. "You! What're you doing here?"

The figure turned, and as he did so, Ginny's eye caught a glint of sliver metal against the person's ear. The rest of the group identified the figure as Draco Malfoy.

Draco sneered, "Hello to you too, Potty, Weasel, Mudblood." He then turned his steely gaze towards Ginny. "Oh, hi Ginny," he said almost shyly.

Ron's mind raced. Ginny?! He called her Ginny?!

Ginny smiled sweetly. "Hello, Draco."

Harry's mind raced. What the hell? DRACO?!

A misty voice called down from the door. "Next, please."

Draco grinned at Ginny. "Good luck."

"Thanks, hope you made it," Ginny replied.

Draco grinned again and walked down the stairs and out of sight.

The second he was gone, Ron and Harry launched verbal assaults at Ginny.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! What have you been doing with him?!" Ron yelled.

Ginny blushed again. "He's not that bad of a guy if you get to know him! You just have to get on his good side!"

"Hello?! This is MALFOY we're talking about, he doesn't HAVE a good side!" Harry exclaimed.

"He does towards me! Stop smothering me!" she yelled, and stomped up the stairs to the tryouts.

(STW: Ahem. Fast forward to three days from the present. All of the HP crew have tried out, and today, they are up at the North Tower again, awaiting the results. Ahem. Resume. Well, actually, I don't have to say 'Resume' because it just sort of 'Resumes' itself, so they're no need for me to-----::is cut off by the cane thingy again:: ACK!)

All of the HP crew sat around the North tower, doing nothing. Harry and Ron were having an heated argument about Quiddich, Hermione was reading Hogwarts, A History for the umpteenth time, Ginny was staring at the ceiling, trying not to look at Draco, and Draco was staring at the floor, trying not to look at Ginny. Their gaze did meet occasionally, gold eyes meeting gray-blue, and then they quickly looked away again.

Finally, Professor Sinastra appeared in the room. "Alright kids. We've got the parts for the play. Now, the only problem is that since so few tried out, we were forced to add teachers for parts."

The whole group groaned and muttered stuff under their breaths. Professor Sinastra silenced them with a look.

"Alright, let's start from the top…."



(Aaren: :Devilish Grin: Don't you just love it when we do that? Well, please R/R and we'll put the next chapter up. Say goodbye to the nice readers, STW.

STW: Bye to the nice readers, STW.)