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Draco though.
~*A Midwinter Night's Dream*~
"Thou art translated!"
A Midsummer Night's Dream
-William Shakespeare-
Act 3
Scene 1
Into the glade where Lily still slept soundly, stumbled the troupe of actors, Ron very drunk indeed.
"So, are we all here?" asked Ron, slurring his words together.
"Yes we are, and on time too. Well then, here is a wonderful place to rehearse. All right, this patch of grass is going to be the stage, this thicket, our dressing room, and then we'll rehearse." Fred said.
"Fred?"
"Yes, Ron, what is it?"
"Well, there are a couple things that need to be changed in this play." Giggled Ron, "First, Pyramus has to draw a sword. Wouldn't that make the girls upset?"
"By Merlin, Ron, the girls aren't that fragile okay? I think they can stand the image of you onstage with a plastic sword. But if it makes you happy, we'll include a prologue, telling the audience that we're not going to do any harm with the sword. How's that?" George smiled.
"I guess that would work George." Said Fred reluctantly.
Seamus piped up, "Won't the girls be scared of the lion?"
"I sure will be scared." Dean sniggered.
"Why don't we just have another prologue?" Neville suggested.
"That's a good idea Neville," Ron said, "After all, there's no other animal as frightening as a lion. You could also give him a name and have him talk to the audience. For instance." Ron made his voice deep and like a lion (or so he thought) "Dear ladies, I entreat you not be afraid, not to tremble at my roar. For I am no lion, just an ordinary name. I am Neville Longbottom, of whom you all know."
"Umm, I guess so Ron. But we still have some problems. Is there going to be a moon on Christmas night? After all, Pyramus and Thisbe have to meet by moonlight. It's an important part of the play. Quick! Look it up! Get a calendar, anything." Fred cried.
George pulled a planner from his bag and quickly looked it up. "There's no moon that night Fred, it's a new moon. What will we do?"
"We could have someone come in with a lantern and pretend to be the moonshine. Another thing, we have to have a wall, for the story requires a wall. Remember, Pyramus and Thisbe have to communicate through this wall, with only a small chink to help them. How in hell are we supposed to bring in a wall?" Fred muttered.
"How about another person pretends to be the wall?" Seamus offered, "You'd have to put some plaster, or bricks over him to show that he's a 'wall'. And then he could his fingers in a V shape to represent the chink through which they could talk."
"Well if we do that then we have nothing to worry about. Alright then, let's start rehearsing. Okay, Pyramus, say your lines. Then you can go into the thicket. We'll all do that, according to when your line is finished." Said Fred.
As he was talking, Sirius entered unnoticed by the actors. "Who are these amateurs?" he wondered. "Why are they rehearsing so close to where the fairy Queen sleeps. Hmmm, they must be putting on a play. I guess I'll stay and listen. Perhaps I will get an opportunity to have a part in it also."
Fred cleared his throat. "Speak Pyramus, Thisbe, come up here."
Ron, playing Pyramus, said, "Thisbe, Thisbe, the flowers have odious sweet smells -"
"Odorous, Ron, odorous." Fred prompted.
"Odorous sweet smells," Ron corrected himself, "So has your breath, my dearest Thisbe dear. But listen! A voice! Stay here a little while, and by and by, to you I'll reappear." He left dramatically.
"What a weird Pyramus." Sirius murmured. He suddenly smiled wickedly and followed Ron, bent on doing some mischief.
"Is it my turn now?" George asked.
"Yes, you have to, he only went off because he heard a noise. He'll be back." Fred replied.
"Right then, ahem," George said. "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue; of color like the red rose on triumphant briar, most lively lad, and also most lovely Jew; You faithful horse, that never seems to tire, I'll meet you, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."
"Ninus's tomb man!" exploded Fred, "You can't even say that yet. It's your answer to Pyramus. You're saying all your lines at once, cues and all. Come on Ron, you've missed your part. "
"Oh, you faithful horse, that never seems to tire." George repeated.
Ron came in slowly and dramatically, seemingly unaware of the donkey's head that had replaced his. "If I were beautiful Thisbe," he paused, "If I were, beautiful Thisbe, I'd be yours alone.."
"AAAAHHH!!!!" everyone screamed.
"Oh Merlin!" Dean exclaimed. "What monster is this? Help! Help!"
No one moved, they were so frightened. Suddenly, everyone ran out of the clearing except for Sirius and Ron. "Hey! Where're you going? Is this some kind of joke?"
Sirius, laughing hysterically, ran off to follow the others, intending to scare them even more than they were. Ron stood there, dumbstruck. Suddenly Neville came running back. "Oh Merlin, Ron, you've been changed!" pointing at Ron's head.
"What do you see Neville? Do you see an ass's head like yours?"
Dean, terrified, ran away. Passing Fred in his frenzy to get away. Fred took one look at Ron and cried, "Good god Ron, what happened to you? You've been bewitched." He ran off too.
"I see what's happening!" Ron shouted after him. "You're trying to make me look bad, make me look stupid, scare the hell out of me. It's not going to work. That's for sure. I'm not moving from this spot until they give up."
Lily suddenly awoke, startled by Ron's shouts. "What angel wakes me from my flowery bed."
Ron continued to be unaware of Lily's presence until she came right behind him and put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Please speak to me again, gentle mortal. Your voice is so wonderfully melodic, it sounds almost like a song. You're so handsome, so strong, you fascinate me. You compel me to declare that I'm in love with you, at first sight."
Ron looked at her puzzled, and said, "I don't think you have any reason to say that ma'am, of course, reason and love don't exactly go together much. Some people don't even connect the two together."
"You are as wise as you are handsome!" Lily exclaimed.
"I don't really think so," Ron replied nonchalantly, "If I really had brains, I would be trying to get out of this forest."
"Don't go," Lily cried, "Out of this wood do not desire to go; thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee; therefore, go with me. I'll give you anything you desire, my ladies will attend to you, they'll give you whatever you need. Girls? Come here."
Cho, Lavender, Pavarti, Hannah, and Susan approached slowly, "What is it, milady?" They asked.
"Take care of this man, look to his every need. If you disobey him, the consequences will not be good." Lily ordered.
"Yes my queen." The girls replied. "We will most certainly take care of him."
Ron smiled, "All this attention for me?"
A/N: I added a little poem towards the end of this scene. I think it could do well for a spell, making Ron stay with Lily. I know that a Ron/Lily ship is kinda weird, but, that's how the story goes. Well TTFN!!! Review, review, review!
~*A Midwinter Night's Dream*~
"Thou art translated!"
A Midsummer Night's Dream
-William Shakespeare-
Act 3
Scene 1
Into the glade where Lily still slept soundly, stumbled the troupe of actors, Ron very drunk indeed.
"So, are we all here?" asked Ron, slurring his words together.
"Yes we are, and on time too. Well then, here is a wonderful place to rehearse. All right, this patch of grass is going to be the stage, this thicket, our dressing room, and then we'll rehearse." Fred said.
"Fred?"
"Yes, Ron, what is it?"
"Well, there are a couple things that need to be changed in this play." Giggled Ron, "First, Pyramus has to draw a sword. Wouldn't that make the girls upset?"
"By Merlin, Ron, the girls aren't that fragile okay? I think they can stand the image of you onstage with a plastic sword. But if it makes you happy, we'll include a prologue, telling the audience that we're not going to do any harm with the sword. How's that?" George smiled.
"I guess that would work George." Said Fred reluctantly.
Seamus piped up, "Won't the girls be scared of the lion?"
"I sure will be scared." Dean sniggered.
"Why don't we just have another prologue?" Neville suggested.
"That's a good idea Neville," Ron said, "After all, there's no other animal as frightening as a lion. You could also give him a name and have him talk to the audience. For instance." Ron made his voice deep and like a lion (or so he thought) "Dear ladies, I entreat you not be afraid, not to tremble at my roar. For I am no lion, just an ordinary name. I am Neville Longbottom, of whom you all know."
"Umm, I guess so Ron. But we still have some problems. Is there going to be a moon on Christmas night? After all, Pyramus and Thisbe have to meet by moonlight. It's an important part of the play. Quick! Look it up! Get a calendar, anything." Fred cried.
George pulled a planner from his bag and quickly looked it up. "There's no moon that night Fred, it's a new moon. What will we do?"
"We could have someone come in with a lantern and pretend to be the moonshine. Another thing, we have to have a wall, for the story requires a wall. Remember, Pyramus and Thisbe have to communicate through this wall, with only a small chink to help them. How in hell are we supposed to bring in a wall?" Fred muttered.
"How about another person pretends to be the wall?" Seamus offered, "You'd have to put some plaster, or bricks over him to show that he's a 'wall'. And then he could his fingers in a V shape to represent the chink through which they could talk."
"Well if we do that then we have nothing to worry about. Alright then, let's start rehearsing. Okay, Pyramus, say your lines. Then you can go into the thicket. We'll all do that, according to when your line is finished." Said Fred.
As he was talking, Sirius entered unnoticed by the actors. "Who are these amateurs?" he wondered. "Why are they rehearsing so close to where the fairy Queen sleeps. Hmmm, they must be putting on a play. I guess I'll stay and listen. Perhaps I will get an opportunity to have a part in it also."
Fred cleared his throat. "Speak Pyramus, Thisbe, come up here."
Ron, playing Pyramus, said, "Thisbe, Thisbe, the flowers have odious sweet smells -"
"Odorous, Ron, odorous." Fred prompted.
"Odorous sweet smells," Ron corrected himself, "So has your breath, my dearest Thisbe dear. But listen! A voice! Stay here a little while, and by and by, to you I'll reappear." He left dramatically.
"What a weird Pyramus." Sirius murmured. He suddenly smiled wickedly and followed Ron, bent on doing some mischief.
"Is it my turn now?" George asked.
"Yes, you have to, he only went off because he heard a noise. He'll be back." Fred replied.
"Right then, ahem," George said. "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue; of color like the red rose on triumphant briar, most lively lad, and also most lovely Jew; You faithful horse, that never seems to tire, I'll meet you, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."
"Ninus's tomb man!" exploded Fred, "You can't even say that yet. It's your answer to Pyramus. You're saying all your lines at once, cues and all. Come on Ron, you've missed your part. "
"Oh, you faithful horse, that never seems to tire." George repeated.
Ron came in slowly and dramatically, seemingly unaware of the donkey's head that had replaced his. "If I were beautiful Thisbe," he paused, "If I were, beautiful Thisbe, I'd be yours alone.."
"AAAAHHH!!!!" everyone screamed.
"Oh Merlin!" Dean exclaimed. "What monster is this? Help! Help!"
No one moved, they were so frightened. Suddenly, everyone ran out of the clearing except for Sirius and Ron. "Hey! Where're you going? Is this some kind of joke?"
Sirius, laughing hysterically, ran off to follow the others, intending to scare them even more than they were. Ron stood there, dumbstruck. Suddenly Neville came running back. "Oh Merlin, Ron, you've been changed!" pointing at Ron's head.
"What do you see Neville? Do you see an ass's head like yours?"
Dean, terrified, ran away. Passing Fred in his frenzy to get away. Fred took one look at Ron and cried, "Good god Ron, what happened to you? You've been bewitched." He ran off too.
"I see what's happening!" Ron shouted after him. "You're trying to make me look bad, make me look stupid, scare the hell out of me. It's not going to work. That's for sure. I'm not moving from this spot until they give up."
Lily suddenly awoke, startled by Ron's shouts. "What angel wakes me from my flowery bed."
Ron continued to be unaware of Lily's presence until she came right behind him and put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Please speak to me again, gentle mortal. Your voice is so wonderfully melodic, it sounds almost like a song. You're so handsome, so strong, you fascinate me. You compel me to declare that I'm in love with you, at first sight."
Ron looked at her puzzled, and said, "I don't think you have any reason to say that ma'am, of course, reason and love don't exactly go together much. Some people don't even connect the two together."
"You are as wise as you are handsome!" Lily exclaimed.
"I don't really think so," Ron replied nonchalantly, "If I really had brains, I would be trying to get out of this forest."
"Don't go," Lily cried, "Out of this wood do not desire to go; thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee; therefore, go with me. I'll give you anything you desire, my ladies will attend to you, they'll give you whatever you need. Girls? Come here."
Cho, Lavender, Pavarti, Hannah, and Susan approached slowly, "What is it, milady?" They asked.
"Take care of this man, look to his every need. If you disobey him, the consequences will not be good." Lily ordered.
"Yes my queen." The girls replied. "We will most certainly take care of him."
Ron smiled, "All this attention for me?"
A/N: I added a little poem towards the end of this scene. I think it could do well for a spell, making Ron stay with Lily. I know that a Ron/Lily ship is kinda weird, but, that's how the story goes. Well TTFN!!! Review, review, review!