Title: Morgain!
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Notes: Well, this wasn't supposed to be out for a while… but let's just say I was inspired. (No, not that way O.o) So please, enjoy, and I'm sorry it's so short. I only follow the best places to cut chapters off, I didn't actually write them in ^^; (Boy, that made no sense…)
I'd also like to point out, before we proceed any further, that I sorta deviate a bit more from the lines right about now… just to give it a more… uh… original feel. It's not noticeable unless you're a rabid fan who's got everything memorized… but I think it makes the whole fic more… Potteresque, if you will.
On a side note, if you like Star Wars you should go read my talkshow. Oh, the shameless advertising! I'm such a bad writer!
Ron Voiceover: Hermione had gome to the tower to save us all. And for our part, all we could do was wait.
(The Gryffindor Rouge is quite a somber place at the moment. The cast and crew lounges about idly, some catching a few fitful moments of sleep, some looking dazedly out of the windows, some staring at their feet. Draco is getting himself drunk again, probably to drown out the abject terror of having his Bohemian masterpiece mauled by the Duke. Ron is sitting in the shadows dejectedly, ignoring everyone. Lupin looks very impatient and irritated with the world.
Meanwhile, in the Dungeons…)
Hermione: (seductively to Snape) I hope I have not kept you waiting, my dear Professor.
Snape: (Smiling greasily… ick) Not at all.
(Back at the Gryffindor Rouge, Millicent is looking for trouble. She throws herself onto Ron's lap, leering at him unpleasantly)
Millicent: Don't worry, sweet'eart, you'll get you're endin'! As soon as the professor gets his end… in'.
(Ron savagely pushes her away, growling and balling up his fists as if to attack her. Lupin jumps in between them, glaring at the 7th-year and soothing a rather ruffled Millicent)
Lupin: (to Ron) Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself, boy. It always turns out BAD! (this elicits a few uneasy chuckles and some nervous shifting around from the gathered wizards. Lupin checks on Millicent once more before starting down the stairs, speaking to his 'audience'. Someone turns a spotlight on him) We have a dance in the brothels of my home city. It tells the story of a courtesan, and the wizard who falls in love with her. (another spotlight goes up on Millicent, who giggles and decends the stairs to a few appreciative whistles and catcalls. Ron just glares) First, there is desire… (dances across to Millicent) Then, passion! (Another wizard dances in out of the shadows, and Millicent looks to him) Then suspicion, anger, jealousy! When there is no trust, there can be no love! (taps his foot hard on the wood floor, jolting everyone up out of a stupor. He then begins the tango, singing gruffly)
Morgain!
You don't have to wear that dress of white
Morgain!
You don't have to sell your body to the night!
(Ron, it seems can't take any more of this madness. He stands and walks towards the exit, passing by the dancing wizards)
Ron: (Singing) His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin…
It's more than I can stand!
Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I can't fight!
You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me
And please, believe me when I say I love you!
(Back at the tower…)
Snape: (to Hermione) When this year is over, you will no longer be called a mudblood… You will be a real witch, renown throughout the world… (he hands her a final exam with '110%' scrawled across the top in bright red ink)
Hermione: (gasps)
Snape: Think of it as a gift from the Death-Eater to his courtesan.
Hermione: (softly) And the ending?
Snape: (derisively) Let them keep their fairy-tale ending.
(The two walk up a large spiral staircase to a balcony in the dungeon tower. Ron stands below, looking up with mixed hatred and longing. Hermione spots him and sings softly-)
Hermione: Come what may… I will love you, until my dying day…
Snape: (curiously looks out and sees Ron below. The Gryffindor tries, to late, to hide his face in the collar of his robe) So, I see. It's true then. You do love him-
Hermione: My dear professor-
Snape: (hissing) Silence! You lied to me! You made me believe you loved me!
Hermione: No-
(Snape snarls and slaps Hermione across the face, and she lets out a little yelp and runs away from him, to the other side of the table. She desperately tries to pull her wand out on him, but he disarms her and chases, scattering silverware and glasses everywhere. He eventually catches her, and she struggles mightily against him, but Snape is taller and stronger than she is, and armed with a wand. With it pointed at her throat, there is little she can do to resist.
Meanwhile, Ron is walking back to the Gryffindor Rouge. While he sings, strains of 'Morgain' can be heard in the background)
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Why does my heart cry?
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Feelings I can't fight-
Why does my heart cry?
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Feelings I can't fight!
Lupin: Morgain!
(The dance has reached its concluding point now, and the wizards are tangoing around wildly. No one notices the full moon hanging outside, though, until too late – Lupin transforms into a werewolf and snaps out at a nearby wizard. Another pulls his wand on Lupin and knocks him out just as the razor fangs shred inches from the other's face. The werewolf falls to the floor just as Hagrid – who had gone to check on Hermione – opens the dungeon door. He sees the impending doom and lashes out instinctively, sending his fist slamming into Snape's head.)
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Notes: Well, this wasn't supposed to be out for a while… but let's just say I was inspired. (No, not that way O.o) So please, enjoy, and I'm sorry it's so short. I only follow the best places to cut chapters off, I didn't actually write them in ^^; (Boy, that made no sense…)
I'd also like to point out, before we proceed any further, that I sorta deviate a bit more from the lines right about now… just to give it a more… uh… original feel. It's not noticeable unless you're a rabid fan who's got everything memorized… but I think it makes the whole fic more… Potteresque, if you will.
On a side note, if you like Star Wars you should go read my talkshow. Oh, the shameless advertising! I'm such a bad writer!
Ron Voiceover: Hermione had gome to the tower to save us all. And for our part, all we could do was wait.
(The Gryffindor Rouge is quite a somber place at the moment. The cast and crew lounges about idly, some catching a few fitful moments of sleep, some looking dazedly out of the windows, some staring at their feet. Draco is getting himself drunk again, probably to drown out the abject terror of having his Bohemian masterpiece mauled by the Duke. Ron is sitting in the shadows dejectedly, ignoring everyone. Lupin looks very impatient and irritated with the world.
Meanwhile, in the Dungeons…)
Hermione: (seductively to Snape) I hope I have not kept you waiting, my dear Professor.
Snape: (Smiling greasily… ick) Not at all.
(Back at the Gryffindor Rouge, Millicent is looking for trouble. She throws herself onto Ron's lap, leering at him unpleasantly)
Millicent: Don't worry, sweet'eart, you'll get you're endin'! As soon as the professor gets his end… in'.
(Ron savagely pushes her away, growling and balling up his fists as if to attack her. Lupin jumps in between them, glaring at the 7th-year and soothing a rather ruffled Millicent)
Lupin: (to Ron) Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself, boy. It always turns out BAD! (this elicits a few uneasy chuckles and some nervous shifting around from the gathered wizards. Lupin checks on Millicent once more before starting down the stairs, speaking to his 'audience'. Someone turns a spotlight on him) We have a dance in the brothels of my home city. It tells the story of a courtesan, and the wizard who falls in love with her. (another spotlight goes up on Millicent, who giggles and decends the stairs to a few appreciative whistles and catcalls. Ron just glares) First, there is desire… (dances across to Millicent) Then, passion! (Another wizard dances in out of the shadows, and Millicent looks to him) Then suspicion, anger, jealousy! When there is no trust, there can be no love! (taps his foot hard on the wood floor, jolting everyone up out of a stupor. He then begins the tango, singing gruffly)
Morgain!
You don't have to wear that dress of white
Morgain!
You don't have to sell your body to the night!
(Ron, it seems can't take any more of this madness. He stands and walks towards the exit, passing by the dancing wizards)
Ron: (Singing) His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin…
It's more than I can stand!
Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I can't fight!
You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me
And please, believe me when I say I love you!
(Back at the tower…)
Snape: (to Hermione) When this year is over, you will no longer be called a mudblood… You will be a real witch, renown throughout the world… (he hands her a final exam with '110%' scrawled across the top in bright red ink)
Hermione: (gasps)
Snape: Think of it as a gift from the Death-Eater to his courtesan.
Hermione: (softly) And the ending?
Snape: (derisively) Let them keep their fairy-tale ending.
(The two walk up a large spiral staircase to a balcony in the dungeon tower. Ron stands below, looking up with mixed hatred and longing. Hermione spots him and sings softly-)
Hermione: Come what may… I will love you, until my dying day…
Snape: (curiously looks out and sees Ron below. The Gryffindor tries, to late, to hide his face in the collar of his robe) So, I see. It's true then. You do love him-
Hermione: My dear professor-
Snape: (hissing) Silence! You lied to me! You made me believe you loved me!
Hermione: No-
(Snape snarls and slaps Hermione across the face, and she lets out a little yelp and runs away from him, to the other side of the table. She desperately tries to pull her wand out on him, but he disarms her and chases, scattering silverware and glasses everywhere. He eventually catches her, and she struggles mightily against him, but Snape is taller and stronger than she is, and armed with a wand. With it pointed at her throat, there is little she can do to resist.
Meanwhile, Ron is walking back to the Gryffindor Rouge. While he sings, strains of 'Morgain' can be heard in the background)
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Why does my heart cry?
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Feelings I can't fight-
Why does my heart cry?
Lupin: Morgain!
Ron: Feelings I can't fight!
Lupin: Morgain!
(The dance has reached its concluding point now, and the wizards are tangoing around wildly. No one notices the full moon hanging outside, though, until too late – Lupin transforms into a werewolf and snaps out at a nearby wizard. Another pulls his wand on Lupin and knocks him out just as the razor fangs shred inches from the other's face. The werewolf falls to the floor just as Hagrid – who had gone to check on Hermione – opens the dungeon door. He sees the impending doom and lashes out instinctively, sending his fist slamming into Snape's head.)