Chapter 3
Ginny was half paying attention when Professor Martin announced that their Muggle Studies class would be doing a contemporary version of Shakespeare's (not shaking spears' as Ginny had thought before) Romeo and Juliet. Hermione, Ron's girlfriend and class know-it-all, squealed.
A play! This will be so much fun! Memorizing all the lines, selling tickets, writing our own scenes...I better familiarize myself with Shakespeare's complete works... the bushy-haired girl trailed off, no doubt wondering if Madame Pince would have a set of Shakespeare books in the library.
Ginny giggled at Hermione's bookish enthusiasm. Secretly, she was happy to be doing a play, but was careful not to let her emotions be known to her seatmates. Marcie was murderously clenching her fists, and the blonde Olivia had fixed Professor Martin with a cold glare.
Hearing the collective groans of her students, Professor Martin sighed.
C'mon guys, it'll be fun! Not only is there romance, but there's plenty of fighting and animosity.
Some of her male students looked up. asked Crabbe with an increasingly imbecilic smile.
Yes, Vincent, there are some deaths, their teacher sighed.
Anyway, we will first be reading the original story out loud, then I will split you into groups and have you each focus on a specific scene, then re-write it in a contemporary style. Eventually we will have auditions and decide on roles. At the end of our unit, the performance will be held in the old Hogwarts auditorium, and we will sell tickets. The money will be put into a class fund until we can agree on how to spend it, Professor Martin explained, her eyes dancing enthusiastically.
From the back of the room, Draco smirked. Finally all those theater arts and literature classes his mother had insisted on escorting him to during the summers would pay off. There was no doubt he would get the part of Romeo. Now, who would play his Juliet? There were only a handful of hot girls in his class. Draco's calculating eyes swept the room, briefly resting on each young woman. He mentally made a checklist.
-Clare Albertson- a thin, blonde fourth year (a bit young), she often hung around Olivia Marcell.
-Olivia Marcell- she's pretty, though also a fourth year, but isn't she a year older than the rest of them?
-Keiara- she's just broken up with Blaise, and I guess she's tolerably attractive, if not somewhat chunky. A bit giggly for me though.
-Lavender Brown- a seventh year, same as me, a pretty face and a hot body but I haven't talked to her much
-Ginny Weasley- despite the obvious handicap of being a Weasley (he sneered), she has grown quite pretty. I suppose she could prove to be interesting, despite the little episode down by the lake. It's not like I fancy her or something, I just think she's hot. Plus, it'd be a great way to piss off Scarhead and Weasel.
Draco chuckled to himself. Hopefully the little Weasel would get the part- then after she fell head over heels (insert a modest Draco shining his nails on the front of his expensive robes) in love, he could use her to piss off the insufferable trio- Weasel, Scarhead, and the long-molared Mudblood. He couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. A devilish smirk decorated his alabaster features, staying with him as he walked back to the Slytherin dorms, where he ran into Blaise, who was sitting in his room with the door open. Ugh. He could see that Blaise, the fool, was still torn up over Keiara. He repressed a snort, not out of compassion or sympathy but to keep Blaise from hearing him and thinking he could be used as a shoulder to cry on. It wasn't like she was much of a catch anyway. Sure, she was a great friend, but she was just that, a friend. Come on you prat, you only went out for what, a week? Draco strutted back to the common room, where he found Keiara doodling on the edges of her Arithmancy homework.
Hey Ari, how's it going? Draco said casually.
Surprisingly well actually. I feel bad for him, but I'm glad I dumped Blaise. I'm free! she exclaimed with dramatic arm gestures.
Draco nodded, then got up and stretched.
I think I'm going to go for a walk. Talk to you later! Giving her a friendly hug, he waltzed out the door into the corridor. Candles cast eerie circles of light on patches of stone. He kept walking until he reached a small hallway leading to the portrait of Gryffindor's Fat Lady, and heard a noise. A giggle? Nah. Draco walked on until he came upon a particularly vomitrocious sight. He made eye contact with a certain bushy-haired prefect, who was up against a rocky wall snogging with the youngest Weasley male. She yanked her lips off Ron's and gasped, her eyes wide.
she stuttered, adjusting her blouse as Ron turned around and narrowed his eyes.
My, my, what do we have here? If I was a prefect- he smirked, letting his gaze flick to Hermione's prefect pin pointedly- I would take off points for having a grotesque snogfest in the middle of that hallway, but alas, it is all I can do to keep from losing my lunch.
Hey Malfoy, maybe if you could get Parkinson to kiss your sorry mug, you wouldn't be so bitter! Ron exclaimed angrily.
Draco merely laughed. His plot regarding Ginny continued to take shape, and he wasn't sure if he could be patient enough to wait and see Ron's face before exploding and gracing all of Hogwarts with his delightful plot. That is, if Ginny got the part. But regardless, he was going to make Ron rue the day he had crossed Draco Malfoy. Speeding away in a swirl of distinguished robes, he could still see Ron and Hermione's guilty looks in his mind. The tall blonde let a pleased chuckle escape his lips, and headed back to the Slytherin dorms to fetch his books for Herbology.
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Ginny shook her thick auburn tresses at the mirror. She had removed the thick sweater she was wearing that morning and changed into clean robes, mentally bashing herself for her utter studity in wearing his sweater. The littlest Weasley knew it was wrong, but she kept his sweater and placed it in the back corner of the bottom drawer in her dresser. She wanted to muffle her mouth with a pillow and scream, but was attempting to think along the lines of what's been done's been done.' Thinking back to her Muggle Studies class, she really wanted to get a lead part. Secretly she was hoping to be Juliet (who she assumed was the female lead), but thought that Professor Martin would probably give her a smaller role because of her usual silence in class. Nonetheless, it would be an exciting diversion from everyday schoolwork.
Ginny applied a fresh coat of lipgloss and thanked the Hogwarts scheduling gods that she didn't have any classes for the rest of the afternoon. What a perfect way to spend a Friday afternoon- with nothing to do but walk around the Hogwarts grounds and possibly get a head start on her homework if there was time. She tied back her hair, her slender fingers gracefully pulling her russet locks through a royal blue hair tie, then set off for a short walk around the lovely Hogwarts grounds.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I be hunched in front of a glowing computer screen, stuffing my piggy face with peanut-butter smeared graham crackers? Hmm...maybe. It's one of my favorite pasttimes. But anyway, the gist of this is that I don't own the HP characters whose names you recognize. All I own is a super huge lint ball. And actually, Snolive won that, so I don't got that anymore either.
Thanks to my reviewers, I love you! Thanks to my imaginary Muse for dancing your pants off. And thanks even more for putting them back on. I wrote most of this at night on a legal pad, and my hand got really cramped so that's why it's a bit short. There's more but I don't have time to type it all up now. PLEASE review and I will love you forever. If you give me a couple brief details about yourself and what house you'd like to be in, I will see if I can write you into the story. =) Wouldn't you love that? But you have to review! So just click that magic little button...
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