Author's Note: Thank you for all your kind reviews! But I must admit that
the credit goes to J K Rowling and Mr William Shakespeare for their
wonderful imaginations and talent. Tell me if you like the way I'm putting
the Shakespeare prose in, or if you think I should adapt it. I just didn't
want to stray too far from the meaning of the words. Thank you once again
for taking the time to read it and I hope you enjoy chapter 4!
1 Chapter 4: From Forth the Fatal Loins of These Two Foes
Ginny ran to where her mother's trifle-like figure was in clear view, hoping that she had not seen her with Tristan.
'Mum, what is it?' Mrs Weasley laughed at Ginny's worried face before dispelling her fears.
'Nothing important dear, I just thought we should start to make a move. It's quite late and your father has to be at work early tomorrow morning.' She kissed Ginny on the nose before continuing. 'I hope you had a nice time darling, did you dance with anyone?'
'Oh, no. I mean, no one in particular.' Ginny hastily replied, hoping that her blush wouldn't show in the darkness. Luckily they were distracted by the arrival of Tweedledum followed swiftly by a panting Tweedledee who was tugging unsuccessfully at his cummerbund*. The hurried nature of their departure from the dance floor was soon clarified by Cornelius Fudge, who provided some light entertainment by promptly turning into a rather large Jellyfish.
'Jellyfish Jellies, our latest development!' panted George, beaming at Ginny who dissolved into girlish giggles. Hermione who had been standing unnoticed beside Mrs Weasley gave the twins a miniature version of the glare their mother was currently bestowing upon them. Mrs Weasley looked ready to explode and shower them all with clots of cream and sponge cake.
'I think it's time we went.' She growled when Harry and Ron had appeared, still having trouble controlling their hysterics over Fudge, who was engaged in a sort of wobbling waltz with Professor McGonagall on the dance floor.
Mr Weasley popped his head around the door,
'Molly, are we all set?' Mrs Weasley began to herd everyone out of the hall and onto the pavement outside where a gleaming Limousine was waiting.
'Dad managed to persuade the Ministry to let him have one of their cast-offs, free of charge!' whispered Fred to Harry and Hermione.
'Of course,' continued George, 'he wasted no time in making it fly!' the twins laughed at the same time.
The limousine was enormous inside, and Hermione was sure that Mr Weasley had altered its dimensions considerably. Mr Weasley's hat barely touched the ceiling, and even Mrs Weasley's dress fitted in the front seat. Fred and George had the next row of seats to themselves, Ron and Harry had the next row, and Ginny and Hermione had the back seat (Percy was apparating back to the Burrow). Mr Weasley started the engine, which began to purr in a feline fashion, before taking off from the road and circling around the ministry of magic. As the car zoomed above the clouds, Ginny felt Hermione elbow her.
'What?' she whispered.
'You know what.' Hermione replied, careful not to raise her voice above the purring engine. Ginny blushed and Hermione took the opportunity to continue.
'Do you know who Tristan is?' Reluctantly, Ginny shook her head. 'Think of a person you hate more than anybody else.' Ginny looked confused.
'He's Malfoy's cousin you idiot!' Hermione hissed. Ginny's eyes went wide.
'No, he…I mean, he just can't…' she was struggling with the reality of the situation. Hermione sighed.
'It's true Ginny, I overheard Lucius Malfoy telling Snape that Draco's cousin was staying at Malfoy Manor, and when I did a locating spell it pointed at him and…' Ginny had heard enough. She put her head in her hands and burst into tears.
'Shh, it's ok Ginny,' Hermione soothed, although she knew that it was definitely not ok.
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Ginny was exhausted when they arrived home, so she made her excuses and went to bed. She did not want to think about her talk with Hermione in the car, and she certainly didn't want to think about Tristan. Tristan Malfoy, she reminded herself. His name is Tristan Malfoy. Ginny Sighed, my only love sprung from my only hate. And with that thought, she fell asleep into dreams where names didn't exist and she and Tristan could be together.
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Tristan looked at Ginny, sleeping so peacefully. She was so beautiful, he sighed. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! Just then, Ginny stirred in her sleep, mumbling something. Tristan cast a spell so that he could hear what she was saying.
'O Tristan, Tristan! Wherefore art thou Tristan? Deny thy cousin and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Weasley. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Malfoy. What's Malfoy? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Tristan would, were he not Tristan call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Tristan, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself'
Tristan couldn't believe his ears! She loved him. He had to speak to her.
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Ginny was woken up by a tapping sound. It must be a branch tapping on my window, she thought, and turned over in bed. But sleep would not come, and the tapping noise was even more insistent, now accompanied by a voice. It was calling her,
'Ginny!' She sat up in bed and looked over at the window. It was Tristan! She ran to let him in.
'Oh, Tristan!' Ginny sighed, and he kissed her.
'How did you get here?' She looked worried. Tristan kissed her cheeks.
'It doesn't matter. I'm here now aren't I?'
'But, what if my family find you here?'
'Calm down, it's ok, I've got an invisibility cloak in case anyone comes. Anyway, I don't care who finds me here so long as you love me.'
They fell onto the bed kissing when Ginny sat up suddenly. There was a noise from outside on the landing and she looked around with wide eyes at Tristan.
'Quick! Put the cloak on!' No sooner had she said it, the door opened and Hermione came in.
'Are you ok Ginny? I heard noises and thought you might need help.'
'No, it's ok, really. I just had a bad dream, that's all.' Hermione looked concerned and moved to sit on Ginny's bed. Great! She thought. Now how am I going to get rid of her? Tristan was thinking the same thing, when he suddenly had a brainwave.
'Well if you're sure you're ok…' Ginny heard a mutter from behind her, where Tristan was.
'Occulous Nox!' Hermione suddenly looked very sleepy, and stifling a yawn she rose without a word and returned to her bedroom. Ginny jumped up and cast a silencing spell on the door.
'What did you do? That was amazing!' She beamed at Tristan who had reappeared from under the cloak.
'I just made her very sleepy, that's all.' He replied, shrugging. They kissed again, and when they pulled away Ginny was looking serious.
'My family will be waking up soon, and you can't cast spells on all of them. You should go now so we don't get caught.' Tristan made as if to protest, but then nodded.
'You're right. I should go now.' He looked disappointed.
'This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!' Tristan thought she looked so adorable in her teddy bear pyjamas with her hair in a french plait.
'O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?' Ginny was confused.
'What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?' Tristan smiled.
'Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.'
'I gave the mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again.'
'Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?'
'But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have, my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep: the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.'
Just then, Fred's alarm clock went off.
'I hear some noise within. Sweet Malfoy, be true. Three words, dear Tristan, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee, where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee to cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I send.' So, she thought he would leave her then.
'So thrive my soul-'
'A thousand times good night!' Ginny disappeared from the window and went inside.
'A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes towards love as school-boys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.'
Tristan sighed as he flew away on his broomstick. The thought of being away from Ginny for even one day made him feel listless and sad.
* a cummerbund is a sort of wide belt made out of material designed to hide the join between trousers and shirt.
1 Chapter 4: From Forth the Fatal Loins of These Two Foes
Ginny ran to where her mother's trifle-like figure was in clear view, hoping that she had not seen her with Tristan.
'Mum, what is it?' Mrs Weasley laughed at Ginny's worried face before dispelling her fears.
'Nothing important dear, I just thought we should start to make a move. It's quite late and your father has to be at work early tomorrow morning.' She kissed Ginny on the nose before continuing. 'I hope you had a nice time darling, did you dance with anyone?'
'Oh, no. I mean, no one in particular.' Ginny hastily replied, hoping that her blush wouldn't show in the darkness. Luckily they were distracted by the arrival of Tweedledum followed swiftly by a panting Tweedledee who was tugging unsuccessfully at his cummerbund*. The hurried nature of their departure from the dance floor was soon clarified by Cornelius Fudge, who provided some light entertainment by promptly turning into a rather large Jellyfish.
'Jellyfish Jellies, our latest development!' panted George, beaming at Ginny who dissolved into girlish giggles. Hermione who had been standing unnoticed beside Mrs Weasley gave the twins a miniature version of the glare their mother was currently bestowing upon them. Mrs Weasley looked ready to explode and shower them all with clots of cream and sponge cake.
'I think it's time we went.' She growled when Harry and Ron had appeared, still having trouble controlling their hysterics over Fudge, who was engaged in a sort of wobbling waltz with Professor McGonagall on the dance floor.
Mr Weasley popped his head around the door,
'Molly, are we all set?' Mrs Weasley began to herd everyone out of the hall and onto the pavement outside where a gleaming Limousine was waiting.
'Dad managed to persuade the Ministry to let him have one of their cast-offs, free of charge!' whispered Fred to Harry and Hermione.
'Of course,' continued George, 'he wasted no time in making it fly!' the twins laughed at the same time.
The limousine was enormous inside, and Hermione was sure that Mr Weasley had altered its dimensions considerably. Mr Weasley's hat barely touched the ceiling, and even Mrs Weasley's dress fitted in the front seat. Fred and George had the next row of seats to themselves, Ron and Harry had the next row, and Ginny and Hermione had the back seat (Percy was apparating back to the Burrow). Mr Weasley started the engine, which began to purr in a feline fashion, before taking off from the road and circling around the ministry of magic. As the car zoomed above the clouds, Ginny felt Hermione elbow her.
'What?' she whispered.
'You know what.' Hermione replied, careful not to raise her voice above the purring engine. Ginny blushed and Hermione took the opportunity to continue.
'Do you know who Tristan is?' Reluctantly, Ginny shook her head. 'Think of a person you hate more than anybody else.' Ginny looked confused.
'He's Malfoy's cousin you idiot!' Hermione hissed. Ginny's eyes went wide.
'No, he…I mean, he just can't…' she was struggling with the reality of the situation. Hermione sighed.
'It's true Ginny, I overheard Lucius Malfoy telling Snape that Draco's cousin was staying at Malfoy Manor, and when I did a locating spell it pointed at him and…' Ginny had heard enough. She put her head in her hands and burst into tears.
'Shh, it's ok Ginny,' Hermione soothed, although she knew that it was definitely not ok.
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Ginny was exhausted when they arrived home, so she made her excuses and went to bed. She did not want to think about her talk with Hermione in the car, and she certainly didn't want to think about Tristan. Tristan Malfoy, she reminded herself. His name is Tristan Malfoy. Ginny Sighed, my only love sprung from my only hate. And with that thought, she fell asleep into dreams where names didn't exist and she and Tristan could be together.
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Tristan looked at Ginny, sleeping so peacefully. She was so beautiful, he sighed. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! Just then, Ginny stirred in her sleep, mumbling something. Tristan cast a spell so that he could hear what she was saying.
'O Tristan, Tristan! Wherefore art thou Tristan? Deny thy cousin and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Weasley. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Malfoy. What's Malfoy? It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; So Tristan would, were he not Tristan call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Tristan, doff thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself'
Tristan couldn't believe his ears! She loved him. He had to speak to her.
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Ginny was woken up by a tapping sound. It must be a branch tapping on my window, she thought, and turned over in bed. But sleep would not come, and the tapping noise was even more insistent, now accompanied by a voice. It was calling her,
'Ginny!' She sat up in bed and looked over at the window. It was Tristan! She ran to let him in.
'Oh, Tristan!' Ginny sighed, and he kissed her.
'How did you get here?' She looked worried. Tristan kissed her cheeks.
'It doesn't matter. I'm here now aren't I?'
'But, what if my family find you here?'
'Calm down, it's ok, I've got an invisibility cloak in case anyone comes. Anyway, I don't care who finds me here so long as you love me.'
They fell onto the bed kissing when Ginny sat up suddenly. There was a noise from outside on the landing and she looked around with wide eyes at Tristan.
'Quick! Put the cloak on!' No sooner had she said it, the door opened and Hermione came in.
'Are you ok Ginny? I heard noises and thought you might need help.'
'No, it's ok, really. I just had a bad dream, that's all.' Hermione looked concerned and moved to sit on Ginny's bed. Great! She thought. Now how am I going to get rid of her? Tristan was thinking the same thing, when he suddenly had a brainwave.
'Well if you're sure you're ok…' Ginny heard a mutter from behind her, where Tristan was.
'Occulous Nox!' Hermione suddenly looked very sleepy, and stifling a yawn she rose without a word and returned to her bedroom. Ginny jumped up and cast a silencing spell on the door.
'What did you do? That was amazing!' She beamed at Tristan who had reappeared from under the cloak.
'I just made her very sleepy, that's all.' He replied, shrugging. They kissed again, and when they pulled away Ginny was looking serious.
'My family will be waking up soon, and you can't cast spells on all of them. You should go now so we don't get caught.' Tristan made as if to protest, but then nodded.
'You're right. I should go now.' He looked disappointed.
'This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!' Tristan thought she looked so adorable in her teddy bear pyjamas with her hair in a french plait.
'O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?' Ginny was confused.
'What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?' Tristan smiled.
'Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.'
'I gave the mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again.'
'Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?'
'But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have, my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep: the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.'
Just then, Fred's alarm clock went off.
'I hear some noise within. Sweet Malfoy, be true. Three words, dear Tristan, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee, where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee to cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To-morrow will I send.' So, she thought he would leave her then.
'So thrive my soul-'
'A thousand times good night!' Ginny disappeared from the window and went inside.
'A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes towards love as school-boys from their books; but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.'
Tristan sighed as he flew away on his broomstick. The thought of being away from Ginny for even one day made him feel listless and sad.
* a cummerbund is a sort of wide belt made out of material designed to hide the join between trousers and shirt.