Chapter 11-A time that lovers flights doth still conceal...or...sweet bloody Oberon!
A/N-This chapter feels a little awkward for me, but I'm setting up things and just decided to put certain things in. I'm trying to get a feel for different costumes, like Puck and Oberon, and if you have any suggestions, say so in a review! Thanks again to my lil fan club, and to Prophetess of Hearts, look! I'm mentioning you again! I'm sorry this is such an odd chapter, I think I'm coming down with something. (Draco is mad for getting him sick...ha!) But please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And if you want a cameo, I might be persuaded to let you in. Big Harry/Snape coming up so stay tuned!-*AO
P.S. And as always, thank you to the faithful KL&F 'fan club'; you know exactly who you are. Cameo's are yours if you want them. :)
"Malfoy has come down with Mono." The words echoed through the stage as Ron, Harry and Hermoine stumbled in, all the cast, crew, heads, Lupin, Oliver and Snape staring at them. Snape gave them a withering glare and Harry found himself blushing. The cast gasped and chatter broke out as the three sat down in the back, next to Fred, George, and Cho. Words of, "What's going to happen?" "The play's in 5 days!" "How does a wizard come down with Mono?" whispered throughout the stage and Lupin gave an amused smile. Snape sighed, and waved a hand for silence as everyone waited with baited breath as he sat down on the edge of an unplaced set piece.
"To answer those...Yes, of course the play is in 5 days, Mr. Longbottom, and Ms. Espern, Mono is a typical human sickness that comes on quite slowly. The person doesn't even realize they're getting it, only that they're quite tired and run down. And if Madame Pomfrey would've caught it in time we would've been fine, however, since Malfoy didn't bother to tell anyone, it's a bit late. It will still take him a while for his system to recover, his glands have swelled quite a bit." He gave Harry a pointed look and the boy looked at the floor. "And what's going to happen...well..." It was the first time anyone had seen Snape look abashed, almost embarrassed.
"As we can't afford to put it off any...it would be a waste of yours, mine, and the audiences time, we'll just have to continue."
"But Professor," Hermoine chimed in, "We have no understudies..." He looked quite weary and gave her an exasperated look.
"I am aware of that Ms. Granger...under the circumstances, you're all ready and none of you can prepare Oberon in that short of a period... therefore I have decided that I will play the part myself." He braced himself as the room filled with titters, giggles, low snickering and Fred and George laughed outloud as Lupin covered his mouth to hide his smile.
"Is there something you find humorous Mr.'s Weasly?" He asked with a dangerous look and the twins got wide-eyed innocence on their faces.
"Why no Professor..." Harry had gone into a state of numb shock and a bit of a swoon as Ron thought hard and long and Hermoine studied Harry furiously.
"So, rehearsals go on as planned, tomorrow night will be full dress rehearsal and the following, technical rehearsal. If you are called in tonight by ANY of the crew heads, please see them, they will be speaking to certain characters about effects and stage use. Oh, and Harry and Cho? Could you please see me? Students you may either return to your class, or if anyone needs to rehearse or a crew head needs you, please see them." Snape somewhat deflated wearily as Lupin called Oliver to him and Fred and George went to find Angelina.
Hermoine tugged on Harry's ear and pulled him close, "By the way Harry, make sure you take lots of Vitamin C and fluids..." She gave a knowing smile and he looked at her incredulously. Giving him a wink she walked off with Ron to find Seamus and Lavender. Taking everybit of cool and calm he had, he approached Snape who was conversing quietly with Cho.
"Right, Potter, I was just telling Cho that I'd like you and her to come down after rehearsal tonight. I just need to make sure the interaction is right. Ms. Chang, I'd like you down first and Harry, you can come later. I'll send you a note by floo when I have everything figured out." Cho nodded with crumbling determination and Harry just stared numbly as the two ebony haired males observed each other, darting glances before Snape gave a final nod and Harry quickly retreated.
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Draco sipped cool peach and mint tea that Madame Pomfrey had brought him as he exhaustedly lay in the hospital wing. In the summer he had faked illness to get out of tutoring, but this time it was purely real. Every muscle, every bone in his body ached, he couldn't speak, couldn't move. His bronchial glands felt like grapefruits. Large price to pay for a bit of rest, he thought sarcastically.
"Draco," A young intern waltzed in and called out chipperly, "You have a guest." Draco nodded his approval and wondered who it could be. Not Pansy, and probably not Crabbe or Goyle. He sipped on his tea again and smiled amusedly as a perfectly livid Harry Potter pounced in.
"Malfoy..." he growled and Draco smiled at him innocently.
"You have Mono? Wonderful, just wonderful. Do you know what? Now, because you can't do it, Snape's filling in for you...did you know that?" Draco began to laugh silently and clutched at his throat because of the pain. Irritated, he waved Harry over and touched a finger to his lips.
"That worked out well.." his thought traveled into Harry's brain and the other boy jumped back. "How did you do that?" He asked wildly and Draco again waved him over, touching a finger to his wrist again.
"Thought sharing potion, Potty, Madame Pomfrey gave it to me. I can't talk, if you hadn't noticed." Harry sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why did you have to get Mono now? You couldn't of gotten it from me..." Harry mused and Draco only gave him a deep grin as Harry shook his head disgustedly.
"Still...you and Snape...I should've seen it coming. Is it true he's a better kisser than me?" Draco asked in his thoughts and Harry jumped.
"What!? Oh, cut it Malfoy. We have nothing going on, I don't know why you would think that...now he's going to be Oberon anyways...all that hard work for nothing," Harry tried to cover up his shock and almost hope by a nasty comeback but Draco just smiled and gave him a wink. Harry got up to leave but before he did, Draco touched him on the arm.
"Have fun tonight Harry... good luck.." Harry just shook his head as Draco thought silently to himself as he settled back on the pillows. Mono isn't so bad...I could play matchmaker...how fun...he smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted into his own thoughts.
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Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, showing his last monologue off to Hermoine and Neville (Ron was off somewhere), the fire roaring in the background.
"Now to scape the serpents tongue.." he said, bounding up and down on his levitation spell as Neville sat, enchanted. Abruptly he stopped, falling out of his spell as a voice boomed from the fireplace, a floo message.
"Harry! Harry, is that you?" It was Angelina, and Harry pulled himself off of the floor.
"Of course it is...ouch...what do you need?" he was supposed to head down to the stage in about little less than an hour to rehearse with Snape and Cho and Angelina looked tired as she continued.
"We need you down her for something, can you come right away? I'm in the girls dressing room, there's a fireplace. Can you floo?" Harry looked expectantly to Hermoine and Neville, who, went to a tiny chest next to the couch and pulled out a crimson bag, handing it to Harry.
"There you go Harry...have fun..." he said in a nervous tone, as if it was he who had to meet Snape. Harry nodded glumly and Hermoine gave him a reassuring smile as, when he stepped into the fireplace, heard her say, "How are things going with you and Crabbe, Neville?"
Is everyone in this whole bloody production falling in love? He asked himself crossly. Even if we didn't have Cupid, I think He and Hermoine are somehow related. He brushed the soot from him as he stepped out to meet Angelina in the girls dressing room, boxes and hangers and costume racks sitting everywhere as she gave him a tired smile.
"Thanks Harry...we just need you really quick. When you're done, you can go out with Cho and Snape. She's already here." Harry set his jaw and walked into the Costume room.
It wouldn't of mattered how hard he set his jaw, nothing could've prepared him for that sight and his mouth hung slightly open.
He knew it was Snape immediately, the Potion Masters long ebony mane pulled back into a loose ponytail, his back to Harry. Shining, rugged black leather sat on his legs as Alicia and Professor Trelawney took measurements, his sculpted chest and shoulders bare as they looked at his costuming. Snape turned and flickered slightly at the sight of Harry who turned away as Angelina brought him to a platform and made him stand, his eyes on Snape the whole time.
Cho exited from behind a screen, placing a shimmering, cream colored, layered translucent simple gown onto a rack, smiling softly as she went back out on the stage.
"Well, Professor, the top part should be fine, how are the pants?" Alicia said matter of factly as Angelina bustled around him, taking quick measurements again and marking spots magically in his hair where the horns would go.
"Not too tight, but they should be fine. I'll enlarge them more if I need it." Harry swooned, wobbling slightly as Angelina observed him with alarm.
"Harry? Are you alright?" He nodded dumbly as Snape shot him a smirk and went behind the screen to change. Angelina tossed him part of his top half, a tight chested shirt that allowed free movement, the sleeves forearm length and slit in the under arm a certain way so they flared out. Normally, under that he would wear a screened, dark green, sometimes black, sometimes a sparkling silver depending on the light, tight undershirt that made it look like his skin was pure plants. They later applied leaves and some vinery around him but none of that was needed as they just needed to check the seam somewhere. Snape came out again from behind the screen and nodded approvingly at Trelawney, saying, "Good job on the Puck look..." to the air and Harry became woozy once again at the sight of Snape in a tight black T-shirt and black jeans as he exited the room.
After measuring the horns and doing skin tests for makeup on his arm, Angelina, Alicia and Trelawney declared him finished and Cho walked in.
"Harry? If you're ready, Snape wants you. I'm done, I guess he doesn't need me any more." She shot him a bright smile and went to talk to Alicia as Harry took in a deep breath, trying to sooth his shivering spirit.
Nodding to himself, he walked onto the stage.
A/N-This chapter feels a little awkward for me, but I'm setting up things and just decided to put certain things in. I'm trying to get a feel for different costumes, like Puck and Oberon, and if you have any suggestions, say so in a review! Thanks again to my lil fan club, and to Prophetess of Hearts, look! I'm mentioning you again! I'm sorry this is such an odd chapter, I think I'm coming down with something. (Draco is mad for getting him sick...ha!) But please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And if you want a cameo, I might be persuaded to let you in. Big Harry/Snape coming up so stay tuned!-*AO
P.S. And as always, thank you to the faithful KL&F 'fan club'; you know exactly who you are. Cameo's are yours if you want them. :)
"Malfoy has come down with Mono." The words echoed through the stage as Ron, Harry and Hermoine stumbled in, all the cast, crew, heads, Lupin, Oliver and Snape staring at them. Snape gave them a withering glare and Harry found himself blushing. The cast gasped and chatter broke out as the three sat down in the back, next to Fred, George, and Cho. Words of, "What's going to happen?" "The play's in 5 days!" "How does a wizard come down with Mono?" whispered throughout the stage and Lupin gave an amused smile. Snape sighed, and waved a hand for silence as everyone waited with baited breath as he sat down on the edge of an unplaced set piece.
"To answer those...Yes, of course the play is in 5 days, Mr. Longbottom, and Ms. Espern, Mono is a typical human sickness that comes on quite slowly. The person doesn't even realize they're getting it, only that they're quite tired and run down. And if Madame Pomfrey would've caught it in time we would've been fine, however, since Malfoy didn't bother to tell anyone, it's a bit late. It will still take him a while for his system to recover, his glands have swelled quite a bit." He gave Harry a pointed look and the boy looked at the floor. "And what's going to happen...well..." It was the first time anyone had seen Snape look abashed, almost embarrassed.
"As we can't afford to put it off any...it would be a waste of yours, mine, and the audiences time, we'll just have to continue."
"But Professor," Hermoine chimed in, "We have no understudies..." He looked quite weary and gave her an exasperated look.
"I am aware of that Ms. Granger...under the circumstances, you're all ready and none of you can prepare Oberon in that short of a period... therefore I have decided that I will play the part myself." He braced himself as the room filled with titters, giggles, low snickering and Fred and George laughed outloud as Lupin covered his mouth to hide his smile.
"Is there something you find humorous Mr.'s Weasly?" He asked with a dangerous look and the twins got wide-eyed innocence on their faces.
"Why no Professor..." Harry had gone into a state of numb shock and a bit of a swoon as Ron thought hard and long and Hermoine studied Harry furiously.
"So, rehearsals go on as planned, tomorrow night will be full dress rehearsal and the following, technical rehearsal. If you are called in tonight by ANY of the crew heads, please see them, they will be speaking to certain characters about effects and stage use. Oh, and Harry and Cho? Could you please see me? Students you may either return to your class, or if anyone needs to rehearse or a crew head needs you, please see them." Snape somewhat deflated wearily as Lupin called Oliver to him and Fred and George went to find Angelina.
Hermoine tugged on Harry's ear and pulled him close, "By the way Harry, make sure you take lots of Vitamin C and fluids..." She gave a knowing smile and he looked at her incredulously. Giving him a wink she walked off with Ron to find Seamus and Lavender. Taking everybit of cool and calm he had, he approached Snape who was conversing quietly with Cho.
"Right, Potter, I was just telling Cho that I'd like you and her to come down after rehearsal tonight. I just need to make sure the interaction is right. Ms. Chang, I'd like you down first and Harry, you can come later. I'll send you a note by floo when I have everything figured out." Cho nodded with crumbling determination and Harry just stared numbly as the two ebony haired males observed each other, darting glances before Snape gave a final nod and Harry quickly retreated.
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Draco sipped cool peach and mint tea that Madame Pomfrey had brought him as he exhaustedly lay in the hospital wing. In the summer he had faked illness to get out of tutoring, but this time it was purely real. Every muscle, every bone in his body ached, he couldn't speak, couldn't move. His bronchial glands felt like grapefruits. Large price to pay for a bit of rest, he thought sarcastically.
"Draco," A young intern waltzed in and called out chipperly, "You have a guest." Draco nodded his approval and wondered who it could be. Not Pansy, and probably not Crabbe or Goyle. He sipped on his tea again and smiled amusedly as a perfectly livid Harry Potter pounced in.
"Malfoy..." he growled and Draco smiled at him innocently.
"You have Mono? Wonderful, just wonderful. Do you know what? Now, because you can't do it, Snape's filling in for you...did you know that?" Draco began to laugh silently and clutched at his throat because of the pain. Irritated, he waved Harry over and touched a finger to his lips.
"That worked out well.." his thought traveled into Harry's brain and the other boy jumped back. "How did you do that?" He asked wildly and Draco again waved him over, touching a finger to his wrist again.
"Thought sharing potion, Potty, Madame Pomfrey gave it to me. I can't talk, if you hadn't noticed." Harry sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why did you have to get Mono now? You couldn't of gotten it from me..." Harry mused and Draco only gave him a deep grin as Harry shook his head disgustedly.
"Still...you and Snape...I should've seen it coming. Is it true he's a better kisser than me?" Draco asked in his thoughts and Harry jumped.
"What!? Oh, cut it Malfoy. We have nothing going on, I don't know why you would think that...now he's going to be Oberon anyways...all that hard work for nothing," Harry tried to cover up his shock and almost hope by a nasty comeback but Draco just smiled and gave him a wink. Harry got up to leave but before he did, Draco touched him on the arm.
"Have fun tonight Harry... good luck.." Harry just shook his head as Draco thought silently to himself as he settled back on the pillows. Mono isn't so bad...I could play matchmaker...how fun...he smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and drifted into his own thoughts.
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Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, showing his last monologue off to Hermoine and Neville (Ron was off somewhere), the fire roaring in the background.
"Now to scape the serpents tongue.." he said, bounding up and down on his levitation spell as Neville sat, enchanted. Abruptly he stopped, falling out of his spell as a voice boomed from the fireplace, a floo message.
"Harry! Harry, is that you?" It was Angelina, and Harry pulled himself off of the floor.
"Of course it is...ouch...what do you need?" he was supposed to head down to the stage in about little less than an hour to rehearse with Snape and Cho and Angelina looked tired as she continued.
"We need you down her for something, can you come right away? I'm in the girls dressing room, there's a fireplace. Can you floo?" Harry looked expectantly to Hermoine and Neville, who, went to a tiny chest next to the couch and pulled out a crimson bag, handing it to Harry.
"There you go Harry...have fun..." he said in a nervous tone, as if it was he who had to meet Snape. Harry nodded glumly and Hermoine gave him a reassuring smile as, when he stepped into the fireplace, heard her say, "How are things going with you and Crabbe, Neville?"
Is everyone in this whole bloody production falling in love? He asked himself crossly. Even if we didn't have Cupid, I think He and Hermoine are somehow related. He brushed the soot from him as he stepped out to meet Angelina in the girls dressing room, boxes and hangers and costume racks sitting everywhere as she gave him a tired smile.
"Thanks Harry...we just need you really quick. When you're done, you can go out with Cho and Snape. She's already here." Harry set his jaw and walked into the Costume room.
It wouldn't of mattered how hard he set his jaw, nothing could've prepared him for that sight and his mouth hung slightly open.
He knew it was Snape immediately, the Potion Masters long ebony mane pulled back into a loose ponytail, his back to Harry. Shining, rugged black leather sat on his legs as Alicia and Professor Trelawney took measurements, his sculpted chest and shoulders bare as they looked at his costuming. Snape turned and flickered slightly at the sight of Harry who turned away as Angelina brought him to a platform and made him stand, his eyes on Snape the whole time.
Cho exited from behind a screen, placing a shimmering, cream colored, layered translucent simple gown onto a rack, smiling softly as she went back out on the stage.
"Well, Professor, the top part should be fine, how are the pants?" Alicia said matter of factly as Angelina bustled around him, taking quick measurements again and marking spots magically in his hair where the horns would go.
"Not too tight, but they should be fine. I'll enlarge them more if I need it." Harry swooned, wobbling slightly as Angelina observed him with alarm.
"Harry? Are you alright?" He nodded dumbly as Snape shot him a smirk and went behind the screen to change. Angelina tossed him part of his top half, a tight chested shirt that allowed free movement, the sleeves forearm length and slit in the under arm a certain way so they flared out. Normally, under that he would wear a screened, dark green, sometimes black, sometimes a sparkling silver depending on the light, tight undershirt that made it look like his skin was pure plants. They later applied leaves and some vinery around him but none of that was needed as they just needed to check the seam somewhere. Snape came out again from behind the screen and nodded approvingly at Trelawney, saying, "Good job on the Puck look..." to the air and Harry became woozy once again at the sight of Snape in a tight black T-shirt and black jeans as he exited the room.
After measuring the horns and doing skin tests for makeup on his arm, Angelina, Alicia and Trelawney declared him finished and Cho walked in.
"Harry? If you're ready, Snape wants you. I'm done, I guess he doesn't need me any more." She shot him a bright smile and went to talk to Alicia as Harry took in a deep breath, trying to sooth his shivering spirit.
Nodding to himself, he walked onto the stage.