A/N: Updating the chapters are weird. Oh, guess what?? I preordered my book today! And, reviews are appreciated. Plus, today is my birthday! January 26th, I'm 15.
Disclaimer: The characters with the exceptions of Mikey and Benjamin are JK Rowling's. Mikey and Benjamin are my characters. The main plot and concept is William Shakespeare's.
Chapter 4
"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny"
Act One, Scenes Four and Five
A group of Slytherin's gathered in the Common Room. They were about to head out to the party. The group consisted mainly of 7th year boys, they were going to get girl's. The party was sponsored by the 7th year Gryffindor's, however just about anyone could come. Everyone except the Slytherin's.
"I got the masks," a 6th year Slytherin said, giving them to Mikey. Mikey was a 7th year Slytherin, and had only been at Hogwarts for 3 months, and already he was the most prominent and outspoken. Draco had been like Mikey once. Loud, outgoing. But after the events of the previous summer, he didn't feel the need to act like that anyway. He felt like it was his loud mouth and his careless actions that caused the terrible events that caused his parent's death.
Flashes of that day buzzed around Draco's head and wouldn't leave. He concentrated on the plan that was being talked about in the Common Room. Mikey stood on top of one of the coffee titles, "Get your masks!" he shouted.
Everyone in the group of about 15 snatched a mask and put it over their face. Draco took one rather gently and stared at it. How was this supposed to get them into the party?
"Mike," Draco said, snatching the mask from Mikey's hands, "How is this cheap mask of tinfoil supposed to get us into the party?"
Mikey and Draco had become fast friends. They were introduced about a year ago because that's when he had moved to London. They were joined at the hip ever since. They were perfect complements to each other.
"It's not really the mask that's going to get us in," Mikey said rather suavely, as if setting an example, "It's our suavatude and charm that will get us in. Blend in and pretty soon we'll all have 6 chicks a piece by the end of the night."
"I don't know," Draco said, "I kind of have a bad feeling about this. A dream, déjà vu, you know?"
Mikey jumped up and down on the coffee table. That got all the Slytherin's attention. The guys were whooping and hollering and were about to burst out of the door. Benjamin was yelling very loudly, and he jumped up on the coffee table next to his twin brother Mikey. They were fraternal twins. Mikey had a shade darker hair and was much taller and muscular than Benjamin.
"You hear this, boys?" Mikey said loudly. The guys answered in various forms of "WHAT?"
"This is the class A example of," he made a "whipped" motion and the guys copied him. Mikey could really command these Slytherins, like a performer to his audience.
"Now what do we do in situations like this Mr. Malfoy?" Mikey turned to Benjamin, in mock disbelief.
"Gee I don't know Mr. Malfoy," Benjamin said, stroking his chin, playing along, "What do you think Mr. Malfoy?" he said turning to Draco, who was looking up on them in utter amusement. He shook his head and laughed.
"Boys! Tonight is the night! The night where we go into that Gryffindor party and claim what's rightly ours!" Mikey shouted. Oh great, here we go. Another one of Mikey's long winded speeches, Draco thought. Mikey's over the top antics did distract Draco from the heart ache he was feeling inside. A huge smile cracked his lips and he folded his arms over his chest in mock fascination.
Draco couldn't even pay attention to Mikey. His thoughts were on the night to come. That previous night, he had a disturbing dream about this party. Something bad was going to happen. Or something this night would cause something later on for something much more horrible to happen.
Mikey finally got off the coffee table. He pulled Draco aside, "So how are you holding up?" he asked.
"I'll go, don't count on me to have a good time though. I'm not going to dance," Draco finally said.
"Bull," Mikey said rolling his eyes, "You'll dance."
"We'll see," Draco said in a challenging manner, jokingly of course.
That night there was a look of mixed fear and hope was in Draco's slate blue eyes. Something was going to happen at that ball. He didn't know what, but he wanted to find out.
"What are we standing around here for?" Draco yelled, "Let's go already."
"Atta boy coz!" Mikey yelled back. He was an odd sort, even for an American.
.:~*~:.
"Relying on Pettigrew was absolutely pointless. Taking care of this myself is the only way to get rid of these two. We can't have them ruining my plans," the voice continued.
"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's
neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or
two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—" the voice said.
"This shall be me. The only way to get rid of the two star-crossed lovers. I will be their fate. Subconsciously, they will bring it on to themselves. Falling in love is the only way to have them destroyed."
.:~*~:.
Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall, the Gryffindors were putting on the ball. House elves were running back and forth, frantically trying to get ready in time for the dinner that began at 8 o clock.
"Pot pan!" a house elf called, "where's the starter dishes? Pot Pan must hurry or guests will not enjoy the feast!"
"Pot pan knows!" Pot Pan called back from across the hall. People were beginning to show up.
The Great Hall was possibly decorated the most beautifully it ever had in all it's history. It almost felt like a person welcoming you. The ceiling was a clear summer's night, with stars twinkling and smiling across the sky. Not a cloud was in sight. Shooting stars seemed to dance across the sky, and when you looked up you just wanted to soar and never leave the infinitely wondrous black sky. n the soft cream colored walls hung lush burgundy drapes that caressed the walls. Perfect swoops echoed throughout the hall. Hanging diamond chandeliers that didn't hang at all were sprinkled throughout the hall.
When Hermione entered the room, the Great Hall was even more spectacular. Her long auburn hair rested on her back and was smooth and straight, and not a hair out of place. It was simply worn long and added even more mystery to her look with a few strands of hair hung in her eyes. Her emerald green dress robe stood out, everyone else was wearing black. She turned heads no doubt about it.
Once everyone had settled in had had arrived, Profesor McGonagall made the commencement speech.
"Distinguished guests! Gryffindors! Hufflepuffs! Ravenclaws! Welcome the Gryffindor's Annual Fall Ball!" applause burst from the large crowd. "Eat, drink, be merry! It is YOUR night!" McGonagall didn't sound like her normally uptight, strict self. She actually had her hair down and was looking quite sharp. Not having a bun must have done something to her, Hermione laughed to herself.
Just then, Harry walked in with Ron and Parvati. Hermione's heart stopped. What is he going to do… she thought, and he mind was mentally screaming in suspension.
Harry, very suavely, walked up to Hermione and said, "Would you care to dance?"
"Yes," was all Hermione could say, before they knew it, he had swept her up into a very soulful song and he was holding her very close. Harry held Hermione's waist to his. Hermione instinctively folded her arms around Harry's neck. Harry was staring at her very lovingly, but Hermione just couldn't look at him the same way. Her eyes wandered across the room.
.:~*~:.
As soon as Draco entered the building, he immediately regretted it. Already couples were dancing, he couldn't take it. It's funny. When your with someone all you can see is people fighting, but when you're single all you see is couples, He thought. He looked among the couples, all of them looked so happy and in love, searching for Pansy. But something else caught his eye. He had to take his mask off to get a full look. There was an angel on the dance floor. An absolutely, breath taking divine angel. Everyone else disappeared from the room. It was just Draco and this mystery woman, which looked very familiar, but could not place who she was or where she was from. He gazed at her. She looked so lonely on the dance floor.
"I never saw true beauty until this night," Draco said softly to himself. Just then he recalled a song he had heard earlier, he hummed it softly as he watched the angel glide across the floor. He wanted so badly to be the man who was dancing with her.
Suppose I said
I am on my best behavior
And there are times
I lose my worried mind
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
Suppose I said
Colors change for no good reason
And words will go
From poetry to prose
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
And I, in time, will come around
I always do for you
Suppose I said..
You're my saving grace
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I'm someone else?
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I'm someone else?
.:~*~:.
A/N: I know I didn't finish the scene, but I feel like the chapter itself should end here. I'm pumping them out as fast as I can.