Disclaimer: I don't own HP or A Midsummer Night's Dream. Wish I could own
Draco though...
~*A Midwinter Night's Dream*~
"You must say 'paragon'.
A paramour is, God bless us,
A thing of nought"
A Midsummer Night's Dream
-William Shakespeare-
Scene 2
"Where is he????" Fred thundered, pacing around the Gryffindor common room feverishly. "Christmas is tomorrow and we still don't have the play right! Have you checked the dorms Dean?"
"Yeah I have...but there's no sign of him" Dean said apologetically.
George groaned and sat down heavily in an armchair, "If he doesn't show, then the play is ruined for sure! We'll have to cancel it!"
"That's true, George," Seamus agreed, "No one else in Hogwarts is stupid enough for that role." (A/N: SORRY RON!!!!!)
"He's practically a paramour of stupid" Fred sniggered.
"You mean 'paragon'. A paramour is, God bless us, a naughty sort of man." George said in mock astonishment.
Laughing hysterically, none of the so-called actors noticed Neville climbing through the portrait hole. His next sentence though, caught their attention immediately. "Guys!" he yelled, "Dumbledore just came back from the forest and he found Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco in there. They're not even getting a detention, but they're going to get to sit at the high table tomorrow."
"That's not fair!" Seamus pouted, "we, as the actors, should be able to sit at the high table." He then began ranting on about all the reasons why he (not they) should be allowed to sit at the high table.
Ron chose that exact moment to enter, shouting, "THANKS A LOT GUYS!!!! Leaving me outside in the bitter cold! Hmmmph."
"RON!!!" they shouted, "You're back! Now we can get our play going again!"
"But first," Ron said, "I have a story to tell you. But I'm not going to. Because you guys ditched me in the middle of the forest."
"Oh come Ron," Dean wheedled, "Let's hear it, old chap."
"Mum's the word." Ron smiled, "But I will tell you this, Dumbledore wants us to go down to the Great Hall to rehearse for him tomorrow morning. Now, away we go! Away!"
Laughing maniacally, he led the way up to the dormitories.
A/N: ARRGGHHHHHH!!!!!! I HATE THIS SCENE!!!! It's so short but it killed me!!!! I'm really sorry about all the Ron-bashing, but it was either this or the guys praising his fine looks and smarts (yeah right). Well...I hope you like it...I sure didn't. ~. ~
~*A Midwinter Night's Dream*~
"You must say 'paragon'.
A paramour is, God bless us,
A thing of nought"
A Midsummer Night's Dream
-William Shakespeare-
Scene 2
"Where is he????" Fred thundered, pacing around the Gryffindor common room feverishly. "Christmas is tomorrow and we still don't have the play right! Have you checked the dorms Dean?"
"Yeah I have...but there's no sign of him" Dean said apologetically.
George groaned and sat down heavily in an armchair, "If he doesn't show, then the play is ruined for sure! We'll have to cancel it!"
"That's true, George," Seamus agreed, "No one else in Hogwarts is stupid enough for that role." (A/N: SORRY RON!!!!!)
"He's practically a paramour of stupid" Fred sniggered.
"You mean 'paragon'. A paramour is, God bless us, a naughty sort of man." George said in mock astonishment.
Laughing hysterically, none of the so-called actors noticed Neville climbing through the portrait hole. His next sentence though, caught their attention immediately. "Guys!" he yelled, "Dumbledore just came back from the forest and he found Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco in there. They're not even getting a detention, but they're going to get to sit at the high table tomorrow."
"That's not fair!" Seamus pouted, "we, as the actors, should be able to sit at the high table." He then began ranting on about all the reasons why he (not they) should be allowed to sit at the high table.
Ron chose that exact moment to enter, shouting, "THANKS A LOT GUYS!!!! Leaving me outside in the bitter cold! Hmmmph."
"RON!!!" they shouted, "You're back! Now we can get our play going again!"
"But first," Ron said, "I have a story to tell you. But I'm not going to. Because you guys ditched me in the middle of the forest."
"Oh come Ron," Dean wheedled, "Let's hear it, old chap."
"Mum's the word." Ron smiled, "But I will tell you this, Dumbledore wants us to go down to the Great Hall to rehearse for him tomorrow morning. Now, away we go! Away!"
Laughing maniacally, he led the way up to the dormitories.
A/N: ARRGGHHHHHH!!!!!! I HATE THIS SCENE!!!! It's so short but it killed me!!!! I'm really sorry about all the Ron-bashing, but it was either this or the guys praising his fine looks and smarts (yeah right). Well...I hope you like it...I sure didn't. ~. ~