Kings, lovers and fairies! : Chapter Two
Authors note: AUGH!!! HTML CRAP!!! Well, untill i figure it out, all lines with i around them are from the play, okies? GRRR! Thanks for all the positive response!! And please keep reviewing, it's what keeps me writing!!
To all who wanted to know the pairings in this will be : R/H (ron + hermoine), HP/SS, HP/DM, NL/VC, OW/PW, FW/Ang, GW/Ali, and that should be it, I hope! Figure out the abbriviations for yourself, please!! ^^-AO
Ron Weasley was uncomfortable. It was Thursday night, the night of auditions for the Hogwarts production. Fumbling with the piece of parchment in his hand, he ran over the lines he wished to audition for. He had gotten there early, maybe, he hoped desperately, he could audition early and spare the humiliation of his friends seeing him.
There was only one true reason Ron was doing this. A very smart, goregeous, stubborn reason. Hermoine. He seemed to glow at this thought, and stood in front of the door to the dungeon. Stamping his foot impatiently, he froze as he heard footsteps coming closer to him. Turning he saw, coming at him with his back to Ron, Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy." The other boy turned, a silvery blonde lock falling askew over his pale eyes. Draco's eyes turned to slits and he let out a drawling hiss.
"Weasley…hoping to get to be a low-class worker in this? Oh, I forgot, you already are." He raised an eyebrow, but Ron only narrowed his bright eyes at him.
"Drop it, Malfoy, we all know why were here. Mandatory auditions, of course." Draco seemed satisfied with this answer and only leaned against the cold stone walls, reviewing his audition parchment.
The door to the dungeon still hadn't opened, but Draco and Ron's heads both turned at the sight of the next people coming round the corner. The two boys heard them before they saw them.
"Do you really think anyone else will be here this early, Mione?" Harry asked softly as they rounded the corner and froze at the sight of Draco and Ron.
"Well if it isn't-," Draco began to drawl, but was cut off by a sharp look from Hermoine. He remembered the hard slap he had received a few months previous and only raised one cultured eyebrow at her, before returning to pour over his script.
"Ron!" Hermoine exclaimed, seeming delighted to see him as Ron fidgeted with his audition form. They began to discuss the parts and the play and Ron began to gather who wanted which part. Hermoine definitely wanted the parts of Hermia or Titania, both being strong female leads. Ron couldn't argue, and reddened slightly when he said he wanted the parts of Peter Quince, the workers/actors leader or Lysander, who is in love with Hermia. They were surprised to note that Harry wanted the parts of Oberon or Demetrius, strong, possessive males, but they didn't deny that he would be good in any part. The door opened quietly as Professor Trelawney beckoned the first auditionee in, as the rest of the classes arrived.
Severus Snape sat in the middle of the table they had set up in the potions room, for the auditions. They had already seen quite a few people and only a few decisions had been made for casting. Snape had to grudgingly oblige that Ronald Weasley did have talent. As did Hermoine Granger. Although she had wanted the part of Titania, both Snape and McGonagall had agreed that she was more suited to the part of Hermia. They had to indulge Pansy Parkinson, and Snape had almost died from the girls grating voice and little talent for acting. Professor Sprout offered to take her as a publicity worker, and Snape readily agreed. The door opened as they sent Dean Thomas out and Draco Malfoy ambled in.
Snape had been looking forward to this. Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy had been a powerful actor in his time, and Snape hoped he could receive the same from his Slytherin 3rd year. Professor McGonagall looked over the audition form and nodded, "I see, Mr. Malfoy, you wish the part of Oberon? Well, you may begin when ready."
Snape's dark eyes glittered in anticipation. Although he felt no attraction to the boy, unlike another third year he knew, as Draco got ready for the audition he felt a pang of hope for the part of Oberon. He leaned back lazily in his seat as he watched Draco stand for his monologue.
Draco began with a very angry look on his face, his pale eyes flashing dangerously. He shook his head, and began, i "Well, go thy way!"/i He roared across the room, as he narrowed his eyes, sneering i "Thou shalt not from this grove till I TORMENT thee for this injury…"/i he ended in an angry hiss, before his eyes lit up and a dangerous smile slyly crawled over his face,i "My gentle puck, come hither…"./i He rose into the air, using a simple levitation spell as he lay on his front, his face in his hand, pulling on a lock of silvery blonde hair as he spoke mesmerizeingly. i"Thou rememb'rest since once I say upon a promontory and heard a mermaid, on a dolphins back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath…" /i he faded slightly, and sighed, i"That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, TO hear the sea-maids music…"./i He lay back and stopped, before lowering to the ground and standing.
Draco flashed a knowing smirk at the professors, and Snape felt pride rise up in him. Professor McGonagall had her mouth open slightly, but before Draco could exit the room, Harry burst in.
"Potter." Snape hissed, watching as the boys eyes widened in shock.
"I-um…I thought Draco was finished…" he offered lamely as Snape bored into the boys bright emerald eyes with his own deep, dark ones.
"You thought wrong, Mr. Potter. For this…" he savored the words, feeling a slight warmth in his body, the boys squirming was rather attractive and lord-knows he was attracted enough to the young Potter, "intrusion, you will be auditioning last."
Harry's eyes flickered angrily, but he complied, hanging his head of soft, ebony hair and nodded, walking out of the room. How Snape wished he could have the boy, wished he didn't have to hate him and wished he wasn't his own 3rd year student. Draco laughed lowly and exited the room as Fred and George Weasley walked in.
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Ages later, it seemed, it was finally Harry's turn to audition. Hermoine and Ron had stayed with him, as each person had come out, the people in the dungeon hall getting thinner and thinner. He had been slightly entertained by the Twins tale of their audition for the rivals/partners Quince and Bottom, as the twins had told them every one in the room but Snape had laughed aloud. Harry continued to pour over the script and finally it was time for him to go in.
It wasn't that he was nervous about the reading, no, it was more complex than that. Harry could only imagine Snape's dark eyes on him as he moved, and when he had rebuked him, humiliated him, Harry realized it would be very hard to keep his emotions under control. However, he had no choice and took a deep breath as he walked in.
Professor Sprout took Harry's audition form and looked it over, handing it down to the other teachers and finally to Snape. Severus' eyes flickered softly and he leaned back in his chair, as if daring Harry to proceed. The boy took a deep breath and whispered a levitating spell, making him rise in the air on a steady cushion of invisible force. He grabbed his paper and began,
It seemed as if Harry had transformed into another person. He appeared deep in thought, speaking
i"That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid! All armed."/i Harry sighed and lounged backwards on his force uphold.i "A certain aim he took at a fair vestal, throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow," /i he mimicked pulling an invisible bow from nowhere and lazily shooting it into space. He paused and smiled nostalgically, putting his head in his hand, i"As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts."/i He let out in a sigh. i"But-,"/i he paused, sitting up, i"I might see young Cupids fiery shaft quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation fancy free."/i He smiled thoughtfully, i"Yet…Yet I marked where the bolt of Cupid fell….It fell…"/i he paused again and turned, looking to the side of the room, "i upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness…"/i he trailed off and stood suddenly, jumping from his levitation stage and becoming animated as he hunched slightly, i"Fetch me that flow'r, the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that is sees…"/i he smirked and then stopped, turning once again into Harry.
The teachers were speechless. Was this the quiet, somewhat shy boy they knew? Snape was looking at him keenly and Harry blushed slightly, looking down. Suddenly, Severus snapped his fingers and they conferred quietly for a moment before Snape said in a very quiet voice: "Mr. Potter. If you would be so kind to read us this?" Sprout shoved a script out to Harry, the opened to the page as Harry nodded silently and began again, this time a passage from Puck.
i"My fairy lord, this must be done with haste!"/i Harry had now crouched down, looking side to side, his torso twisting slightly, i "For nights swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shine Aurora's harbinger;"/i He stood, his face to the ceiling, eyes shining as he jumped in quick movements. i"At whose approach ghosts, wand'ring here and there, troop home to churchyards; damned spirits all that in crossways and floods have burial, already to their wormy beds are gone."/i Harry's voice grew subdued but his head rose higher, eyes to the sky as he lifted a hand and moved it slowly from one side of the room to the other,i "For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night…"./i He ended in a whisper, his gleaming eyes still on the ceiling while the teachers took to catch their breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. We will let you all know when the cast list has been posted." Harry stared, only once into the deep dark eyes and nodded, before leaving the room.
Authors note: AUGH!!! HTML CRAP!!! Well, untill i figure it out, all lines with i around them are from the play, okies? GRRR! Thanks for all the positive response!! And please keep reviewing, it's what keeps me writing!!
To all who wanted to know the pairings in this will be : R/H (ron + hermoine), HP/SS, HP/DM, NL/VC, OW/PW, FW/Ang, GW/Ali, and that should be it, I hope! Figure out the abbriviations for yourself, please!! ^^-AO
Ron Weasley was uncomfortable. It was Thursday night, the night of auditions for the Hogwarts production. Fumbling with the piece of parchment in his hand, he ran over the lines he wished to audition for. He had gotten there early, maybe, he hoped desperately, he could audition early and spare the humiliation of his friends seeing him.
There was only one true reason Ron was doing this. A very smart, goregeous, stubborn reason. Hermoine. He seemed to glow at this thought, and stood in front of the door to the dungeon. Stamping his foot impatiently, he froze as he heard footsteps coming closer to him. Turning he saw, coming at him with his back to Ron, Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy." The other boy turned, a silvery blonde lock falling askew over his pale eyes. Draco's eyes turned to slits and he let out a drawling hiss.
"Weasley…hoping to get to be a low-class worker in this? Oh, I forgot, you already are." He raised an eyebrow, but Ron only narrowed his bright eyes at him.
"Drop it, Malfoy, we all know why were here. Mandatory auditions, of course." Draco seemed satisfied with this answer and only leaned against the cold stone walls, reviewing his audition parchment.
The door to the dungeon still hadn't opened, but Draco and Ron's heads both turned at the sight of the next people coming round the corner. The two boys heard them before they saw them.
"Do you really think anyone else will be here this early, Mione?" Harry asked softly as they rounded the corner and froze at the sight of Draco and Ron.
"Well if it isn't-," Draco began to drawl, but was cut off by a sharp look from Hermoine. He remembered the hard slap he had received a few months previous and only raised one cultured eyebrow at her, before returning to pour over his script.
"Ron!" Hermoine exclaimed, seeming delighted to see him as Ron fidgeted with his audition form. They began to discuss the parts and the play and Ron began to gather who wanted which part. Hermoine definitely wanted the parts of Hermia or Titania, both being strong female leads. Ron couldn't argue, and reddened slightly when he said he wanted the parts of Peter Quince, the workers/actors leader or Lysander, who is in love with Hermia. They were surprised to note that Harry wanted the parts of Oberon or Demetrius, strong, possessive males, but they didn't deny that he would be good in any part. The door opened quietly as Professor Trelawney beckoned the first auditionee in, as the rest of the classes arrived.
Severus Snape sat in the middle of the table they had set up in the potions room, for the auditions. They had already seen quite a few people and only a few decisions had been made for casting. Snape had to grudgingly oblige that Ronald Weasley did have talent. As did Hermoine Granger. Although she had wanted the part of Titania, both Snape and McGonagall had agreed that she was more suited to the part of Hermia. They had to indulge Pansy Parkinson, and Snape had almost died from the girls grating voice and little talent for acting. Professor Sprout offered to take her as a publicity worker, and Snape readily agreed. The door opened as they sent Dean Thomas out and Draco Malfoy ambled in.
Snape had been looking forward to this. Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy had been a powerful actor in his time, and Snape hoped he could receive the same from his Slytherin 3rd year. Professor McGonagall looked over the audition form and nodded, "I see, Mr. Malfoy, you wish the part of Oberon? Well, you may begin when ready."
Snape's dark eyes glittered in anticipation. Although he felt no attraction to the boy, unlike another third year he knew, as Draco got ready for the audition he felt a pang of hope for the part of Oberon. He leaned back lazily in his seat as he watched Draco stand for his monologue.
Draco began with a very angry look on his face, his pale eyes flashing dangerously. He shook his head, and began, i "Well, go thy way!"/i He roared across the room, as he narrowed his eyes, sneering i "Thou shalt not from this grove till I TORMENT thee for this injury…"/i he ended in an angry hiss, before his eyes lit up and a dangerous smile slyly crawled over his face,i "My gentle puck, come hither…"./i He rose into the air, using a simple levitation spell as he lay on his front, his face in his hand, pulling on a lock of silvery blonde hair as he spoke mesmerizeingly. i"Thou rememb'rest since once I say upon a promontory and heard a mermaid, on a dolphins back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath…" /i he faded slightly, and sighed, i"That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, TO hear the sea-maids music…"./i He lay back and stopped, before lowering to the ground and standing.
Draco flashed a knowing smirk at the professors, and Snape felt pride rise up in him. Professor McGonagall had her mouth open slightly, but before Draco could exit the room, Harry burst in.
"Potter." Snape hissed, watching as the boys eyes widened in shock.
"I-um…I thought Draco was finished…" he offered lamely as Snape bored into the boys bright emerald eyes with his own deep, dark ones.
"You thought wrong, Mr. Potter. For this…" he savored the words, feeling a slight warmth in his body, the boys squirming was rather attractive and lord-knows he was attracted enough to the young Potter, "intrusion, you will be auditioning last."
Harry's eyes flickered angrily, but he complied, hanging his head of soft, ebony hair and nodded, walking out of the room. How Snape wished he could have the boy, wished he didn't have to hate him and wished he wasn't his own 3rd year student. Draco laughed lowly and exited the room as Fred and George Weasley walked in.
~
Ages later, it seemed, it was finally Harry's turn to audition. Hermoine and Ron had stayed with him, as each person had come out, the people in the dungeon hall getting thinner and thinner. He had been slightly entertained by the Twins tale of their audition for the rivals/partners Quince and Bottom, as the twins had told them every one in the room but Snape had laughed aloud. Harry continued to pour over the script and finally it was time for him to go in.
It wasn't that he was nervous about the reading, no, it was more complex than that. Harry could only imagine Snape's dark eyes on him as he moved, and when he had rebuked him, humiliated him, Harry realized it would be very hard to keep his emotions under control. However, he had no choice and took a deep breath as he walked in.
Professor Sprout took Harry's audition form and looked it over, handing it down to the other teachers and finally to Snape. Severus' eyes flickered softly and he leaned back in his chair, as if daring Harry to proceed. The boy took a deep breath and whispered a levitating spell, making him rise in the air on a steady cushion of invisible force. He grabbed his paper and began,
It seemed as if Harry had transformed into another person. He appeared deep in thought, speaking
i"That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid! All armed."/i Harry sighed and lounged backwards on his force uphold.i "A certain aim he took at a fair vestal, throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow," /i he mimicked pulling an invisible bow from nowhere and lazily shooting it into space. He paused and smiled nostalgically, putting his head in his hand, i"As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts."/i He let out in a sigh. i"But-,"/i he paused, sitting up, i"I might see young Cupids fiery shaft quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation fancy free."/i He smiled thoughtfully, i"Yet…Yet I marked where the bolt of Cupid fell….It fell…"/i he paused again and turned, looking to the side of the room, "i upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness…"/i he trailed off and stood suddenly, jumping from his levitation stage and becoming animated as he hunched slightly, i"Fetch me that flow'r, the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that is sees…"/i he smirked and then stopped, turning once again into Harry.
The teachers were speechless. Was this the quiet, somewhat shy boy they knew? Snape was looking at him keenly and Harry blushed slightly, looking down. Suddenly, Severus snapped his fingers and they conferred quietly for a moment before Snape said in a very quiet voice: "Mr. Potter. If you would be so kind to read us this?" Sprout shoved a script out to Harry, the opened to the page as Harry nodded silently and began again, this time a passage from Puck.
i"My fairy lord, this must be done with haste!"/i Harry had now crouched down, looking side to side, his torso twisting slightly, i "For nights swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shine Aurora's harbinger;"/i He stood, his face to the ceiling, eyes shining as he jumped in quick movements. i"At whose approach ghosts, wand'ring here and there, troop home to churchyards; damned spirits all that in crossways and floods have burial, already to their wormy beds are gone."/i Harry's voice grew subdued but his head rose higher, eyes to the sky as he lifted a hand and moved it slowly from one side of the room to the other,i "For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night…"./i He ended in a whisper, his gleaming eyes still on the ceiling while the teachers took to catch their breath.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. We will let you all know when the cast list has been posted." Harry stared, only once into the deep dark eyes and nodded, before leaving the room.