Come on every body it's the hamster dance....dee dee deeda dee da doo doo dee da dee dee do

Right, please ignore the hamster junk

Any way, I wish to inform you...THIS CHAPTER NOT ONLY CONTAINS A REALLY CRAPPY WEDDING, BUT ALSO A HUGE PLOT TWIST.

Yes, a plot twist...a twisty plot. Hope you like it

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I am also have to appologise for the "love you Mr Malfoy""Love you Mrs Malfoy" Line, it is sad and very cliched and overdone, but I couldn't help myself!!!

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Draco watched the door of the church, waiting for it to open and for Ginny to enter again.

He was nervous, he had to admit that he was nervous. There was a tight knot in the pit of his stomach that was getting tighter and tighter with each breath he took.

And his palms were sweating, Draco's palms never sweated, but they were sweating now. Draco looked at his shaking hands, and then wiped them on his tights.

There was the one downfall of this marrage...he would have to be married in tights.

But the rest was fantastic. The sunlight was filtering through the stained glass window, warming the large cathedral. He smiled, this was the way he wanted to get married, in an empty church, no witnesses, with just his future wife and a priest by his side.

And maybe, just maybe he would have gotton married in tights. He had always loved Romeo and Juliet, and now he was getting married dressed like them, it was not just a 16th century style wedding, he was to be married in a 16th century wedding.

And he was to was going to marry the woman of his dreams.

He could not be happier.

Draco glanced at Friar Laurence, who smiled back, the amused glint still in his eyes.

"Art thou nervous?" Friar Laurence asked.

"I have never been more petrified in my life" Draco replied truthfully, wiping his sweaty palms on his tights again. Friar Laurence chuckled.

"Thou hath no reason to be frieghtened of the wonderful bond between man and wife" Friar Laurence replied, Draco nodded. Just like Dumbledore back in the other world, Friar Laurence was a source of great advice and compassion.

"I know that...I am just nervous" Draco replied and then sighed. He wished he knew what was taking Ginny so long, she had left over an hour ago to go and change her dress.

Draco began to run through that part of the play, thinking of anything that would have held her up, but there was nothing.

He sighed out loud.

"She shall be here" Friar Laurence told him, Draco nodded and smiled.

They stood in silence for a few more minutes until the was a creaking at the end of the church.

The door had opened.

Draco took a deep breath and turned to Ginny.

She looked beautiful. Well, Draco had always thought that she looked beautiful, but now, today, on his wedding day, he could not remember a time when she had looked better.

Ginny's hand was shaking. She held a single white rose in her hand as she slowly and silently made their way down the isle, her eyes never leaving Draco.

Her future husband. She was the luckiest girl of two lifetimes. Today, not only would she become Mrs Romeo Montague, but she would also become Mrs Draco Malfoy.

She finally reached him, and they smiled at each other. A world of hesitation anf fear disappearing in just one look.

"last chance" he mouthed, smiling.

"I want this" she smiled back, he nodded and then turned to Friar Laurence.

"Thou hath come here today to join your everlasting souls through the vows of holy matromony" Friar Laurence began. Drace took Ginny's shaking hand in his. She smiled at him.

"Ay" Draco smiled

"Then I ask thou, in the sight of the lord, or heavenly father, to confess thy's unconditional love to one another" Friar Laurence smiled.

"Juliet" Draco paused, and then mouthed the name Virginia "I take thee, in the eyes of god, to be my wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for the rest of my life, may time not be a barrier." Draco grinned.

"Romeo" just like he had, she paused to mouth his real name. "I take thee, in the eyes of god to be my husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for the rest of my life, may time be no barrier" Ginny replied, her hand tightened around his hand.

"Doth thou have rings?" Friar Laurence asked Draco, he nooded and uncurled his other hand. To gold wedding bands sat in hos palm.

"With this ring, I wed thee" Draco told Ginny as he slipped the ring onto her fingger, she swallowed back her tears.

"With this ring, I wed thee" Ginny replied, Draco smiled at her softly.

"I pronounce you, husband and wife...In the name of the father, son, and the holy ghost...Amen" Friar Laurence concluded.

Draco smiled at his wife, and then moved to her, his lips pressing to hers gently as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

Friar Laurence siled, the amused look still in his eyes, as he turned, and left the knewly weds to kiss in peace.

"I love you, Mr Malfoy" Ginny whispered.

"I love you to, Mrs Malfoy" Draco replied, Ginny laughed.

"I cant believe I just married you" She told him, he smiled.

"I have been dreaming of this day for a long time"Draco admitted. Ginny smiled.

"We just did what happened next in the play" Ginny told him seriously. He nodded.

"I know, but I dont regret it...do you?" He asked

"I could never regret it" Ginny replied.

"I am sorry to do this...but I am going to have to go. I have to go and stop your cousin from killing my best friend" Draco told her. She nodded.

"Drop by later?" Ginny asked

"I will" Draco replied, and after one last, long, love filled kiss, he left the church.

Ginny sighed, She understood that Draco had to save their lifes now, so they could spend the rest of their lifes together.

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"Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo?" Tybalt exclaimed angrily at Benvolio and Mercutio. Although Tybalt was only half the size of the two other men, he looked very much as though he was winning the arguement.

"Consort! What! Doth that make us minstrels? and thou make minstrels of us? look to hear nothing but discords; here is my fiddlestick, he that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort" Mercutio replied cooly. There was no way he was going to show any fear.

"We talk here in the public haunt of men, Either withdraw into some public place, or reason coldly for your grievences, or else depart, here all eyes gaze on us." Benvolio stepped in. Interupting the quarrel.

"Men's eyes were made to look, so let them gaze, I will not budge for no mans pleasure" Mercutio told Benvolio.

"Well, peace be with you sir, here comes my man" Tybalt smiled, Mercutio and Benvolio both turned to see Draco strolling over to them.

"So, good to see you did not start with out me" Draco smiled at the boys and their tense mood.

"Romeo, the hate I bare thee can afford no better term than this - thou art a villian" Tybalt spat.

"Hey hey hey, who you calling a villian?" Draco asked. "I ain't no villian, and you are going to have to get used to me being around"

"Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done, therefore, turn and draw" Tybalt replied.

"I did nothing to you...what are you talking about, injuries, you...are...trippin" Draco replied, Tybalt turned bright red with anger. "Anyway, I am not going to fight you...you may not know it yet, but it is important that we get allong now...so if you want to fight me, go ahead"

"O! calm, dishonourable, vile submission...Tybalt, you rat catcher, do you walk?" Mercutio asked, stepping around Romeo in order to challange Tybalt.

"What wouldst thou have with me?" Tybalt asked casually

"Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives..." Mercutio began.

"I am for you" Tybalt replied, pulling his sword out of it's holster.

"Ummm, you better fight back mate" Draco told Mercutio, he nodded and drew his own sword, and then they began to fight. Draco stood beside Benvolio.

"Do you think that we should...like, help him" Draco asked Benvolio, he nodded. The other two drew their swords, but they were to late.

Tybalt had just stabbed Mercutio with his sword, and blood was running down his tights. Tybalt looked around, gathered his friends, and then ran away.

"What? Art thou hurt?" Benvolio asked, concerned for his best friend.

"Ay, Ay, a scratch, a scratch" Mercutio said weakly.

"Just hold on buddy, I ve sent your page to get a doctor, it's all good" Draco said. He knew what was happening, he knew the Mercutio was dying, and for some reason, he felt so sad. Maybe it was the fact that he looked like one of Draco's best friends from back in the other world, but his heart was breaking.

And he knew what was to come next...the plague on everyone houses.

"Come closer to me" Mercutio whispered, indicating to Draco. He knelt by Mercutio's paling body.

"I am here mate" He whispered

"Draco..." Mercutio whispered. Draco shook his head.

"What did you just call me?' Draco asked

"Draco...Draco...Draco I am so sorry" Mercutio whispered.

"What...what is going on?" Draco asked.

"Curse...Imperius Curse...Vol...vol...Voldermort" Mercutio, or Goyle mumbled.

"What?" Draco asked

Goyle lifted his arm and weakly pulled back the sleeve of his shirt. The darm mark glowed red on his forarm.

"Initiation Task" Crabbe said from behind them. "Voldermort wants everyone out of the way...first you and Ginny, then Harry and Hermione and Ron"

"So he is using the story?" Draco asked

"Yes" Goyle told him softly.

"And you agreed to this?" Draco asked angrily. "I though you were my friends"

"We are sorry" Crabbe said.

"You gave your life in his service" Draco asked Goyle.

"He...he...he said he would not let us die" Goyle replied.

"And you believed him? You are dafter then I thought" Draco said. Goyle drew in a deep, shaky breath.

"I am sorry" Goyle mumbled again

"Dont be, you are just doing what you thought was right" Draco said and then looked down at his dying friend. "You will not be given a Slytherin burrial, my friend, you will die a hero"

"Good bye..." Goyle began, but his eyes fluttered shut.

Draco wiped his cheek, and was surprised to find himself crying. One of his best friends from his childhood hand just died.

He stood, and moved away from Crabbe and Goyle's body.

"Where are you going?" Crabbe asked

"To try and snap Ron out of the curse" He replied, moving off into the distance.

"Wait, Draco...take this" Crabbe called to him. Draco turned around as Crabbe thrust Goyle's wand into his hand.

"You might need it" Crabbe informed him. Draco took it and then left.

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A/N: right, i hope no one minded that I killed Goyle,

any way, do you love the twist, do you hate the twist...are you still stuck at that crossroads.

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