Hey, Chapter three!!! Woooooooo. Draco may seem a lil outta character in this one but that's only because he's under the influence! Oh yeah, this has gone up to PG-13 because of drunkeness. I don't want to get in trouble with anyone so I've raised it just to be safe. There are also other reasons I've raised it but you won't find out just yet. :D

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Chapter Three

"Jason, you are truly perverted," Draco slurred in disgust.

"Shhh. Draaaaaaco," he whined, "they'll hear us."

The two seventh year Slytherins were standing outside the girls' bathroom. Jason was currently trying to look through a crack in the door.

"Let them hear us," Draco muttered before screaming at the top of his lungs," GIRLS! JASON NOTT'S PERVING AT YOU ALL IN THE SHOWER."

A chorus of loud shrieks sounded from behind the door and it opened a crack to reveal Pansy Parkinson's head. She raised her hand and slapped Nott across the face.

"Get lost Jason, sick freak," she shrieked angrily.

She spotted Draco leaning against the wall casually. "Hi Draco," she said sweetly.

"Miss Parkinson," he acknowledged her with a wink.

Pansy gave him a small smile before glaring at Jason one last time and slamming the door.

The two boys made their way down to the Quidditch pitch.

"Ya know, Draco," Nott said stumbling slightly, "you really are veeeeery flirty wif Pans when ya tr…….trrrrrrrrolleyed."

"Ha. Your just jealous coz she likes me more than you," Draco grinned.

After seeing Ginny in the library that afternoon, Draco had been in great need of a stiff drink. So he called on his best drinking buddy, none other that Jason Nott, to accompany him in a small shot of tequila. Which turned into two shots of tequila, three tequilas, four, five, six, seven tequilas. And a worm. That was the killer. He realised that his father forbid him from 'cavorting around like an idiot'. But what could he do? He was an idiot at times. And he liked cavorting very much.

"One tequila, two tequila, three tequila FLOOR!!" Jason yelled out staring up at the starry sky.

Draco giggled. He tended to do that when he was drunk. Had he known exactly what he sounded like he would probably never touch a drop of alcohol again. But as he was too plastered to even comprehend what he was even thinking, it slipped past him.

"We are so…….." Draco trailed off leaning on Jason for support causing both of them to tumble to the ground.

"Hot?" Jason asked dumbly.

Draco snorted. "Noooooo….I was gunna say drunk. But I have to say that I'm totally hot. You man, well, your ugly."

"Uh, Malfoy….I-I ..I I don't feel good."

Nott unsteadily got up and acquainted himself with a nearby bush.

"I'm goin to crash dude," he yelled to Draco, "you comin?"

Draco giggled again. "NAH!"

He faintly heard Jason make his way up the castle stairs and close the heavy door behind him.

Lying flat on his back he looked up at the deep velvet sky. The stars seemed to be merging together and dancing.

"If you like pinacolada's, and getting caught in the rain la la ahh erm…." Draco trailed off when he realised he didn't know the rest of the song.

"I like pinacolada's," he heard a feminine voice say from above him.

He blinked a couple of times. Two cinnamon coloured eyes were studying him. He noticed a halo of red surrounding her face.

"Weasley," he muttered.

He slowly sat up. Ginny sat down beside him.

"So Virginiiiiiiia. You like pinacolada's?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, I do. And it looks like you may have had one too many tonight," she said laughing.

"Well I'll have ta getcha one of those pinacolada's thingys sometime Miss 'Ginya," he slurred.

"I think you should go back inside now, Malfoy," she said slowly to make sure he understood.

Draco frowned. "Nah! I wanna dance. Ya wanna dance Ginny moo?"

Ginny looked alarmed for a second before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

"Who knew?" she muttered to herself, "who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a crazy, girly drunk."

Draco stood up quickly looking quite offended. "Hey! I heard that missy. I'm not a girly guy."

"Whatever," she muttered before pulling out her wand. She muttered a few words and with a swish of her wand Draco Malfoy was sleeping soundly on the grass.

"Bed time, Malfoy," she whispered while conjuring a stretcher and levitating him onto it.

She had been out for a quiet midnight stroll when she had heard giggling. Curious as to who it was, she decided to check it out. As soon as the mystery giggler started to sing, she knew it was Draco. His voice was unmistakable…even when he was completely off his face.

She floated him down to the dungeons and let him fall with a thump onto the cold stone floor. She winced. Ouch, that would definitely leave a bruise. Ginny had been considering taking him to her room seeing as she had no idea what the Slytherin password was, but decided against it. Why not leave him right out in the middle of the corridor for the whole school to see the next morning? He was right outside the Slytherin common room. That was as generous as she was willing to be. She grinned wickedly. The guy needed a little ego deflation. And chances were, he wouldn't remember anything anyway and so he couldn't blame her for anything. Ha, a hungover Draco Malfoy would definitely be a sight to see. A drunk Malfoy was just as good, but she wanted to see him look like crap for once.

Plus, first rehearsal was tomorrow. And she couldn't let the lead male role get too cocky now could she? After all, the lead female role needed the upper hand. And she was going to get it. All of course, thanks to the wonders of tequila.

Ginny walked out of the dungeons thoroughly pleased with herself. That'd teach him for making fun of her friend Harry.

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Snape walked through the dungeons swiftly. Damn being a blasted Professor. Minerva had somehow roped him into helping with this bloody musical.

As he approached the entrance to the Slytherin common room he noticed that there was a circle of fourth years giggling. They seemed to be surrounding something.

"I believe you should all be in the Great Hall," he snapped, causing a few of them to jump.

As they left he walked over to what they had been staring at. He sighed.

"Mr Malfoy," he said angrily.

"Mr Malfoy."

"MR MALFOY!" Snape nudged him in the ribs with his boot.

Draco rolled over and groaned.

"What are you doing in here Professor?" he asked groggily.

"I believe the question is, what are you doing out here Mr Malfoy?" Snape snarled.

Draco sat up; trying to ignore the sledgehammer smashing into his head every few seconds along with way his stomach was twisting round and round. He reluctantly opened his eyes and groaned. Merlin. He was in the corridor. He never made it to bed last night. Great.

"Mr Malfoy, classes start in fifteen minutes. I expect to see you in potions in exactly that. You understand?" Snape glared down at him.

"Yes," Draco muttered getting up shakily.

Today would be hell.

He slowly but painfully managed to get ready for the day. Snape luckily only gave him one detention and a warning. He wore sunglasses through all his morning classes, even potions, and tried to keep a low profile for once. He noticed that when he passed the Weasley girl in the hall at lunch she was grinning madly at him. Strange girl. It was something of a miracle that he made it to the Great Hall at exactly 4pm ready for his first rehearsal.

He had been really looking forward to it. Not.

A lot of the other students were already in the Great Hall waiting to start. He shot nasty looks at a few groups that were laughing about his unfortunate incident with Professor Snape that morning and they all immediately shut up. It seemed that no one wanted to feel the wrath of Draco Malfoy. He knew he held a certain power. And he liked it.

Draco slid into a seat at the Slytherin table beside Blaise. She looked decidedly downcast.

"I didn't get the lead Draco," she whined.

'That's a shame,' he thought sarcastically as he gave her a sympathetic smile.

"What's your part then?" he asked her boredly.

"That's just it, I don't know," she replied, "they only put up the leads because we don't even know what we're doing yet."

"Oh," Draco said simply.

The crowd fell silent as Professor McGonagal walked up to the head table.

"Thank you all for attending. The purpose of today's meeting is to tell you the play we will be doing and to give you your characters."

A sudden wave of excited titters flooded the hall.

"Quiet," McGonagal warned sternly. "The play we are doing will be Romeo and Juliet."

Draco groaned. He was Romeo? Romeo? His father would not be pleased.

"But Professor," Hermoine called from the Gryfindor table, "Romeo and Juliet isn't a musical."

McGonagal smiled. "You are quite correct Miss Granger. But this is going to be a slightly altered version. Professor Snape has kindly helped me re-write the script."

There were a few sniggers. Professor Snape re-writing a love story?

"So I take it I'm Romeo then?" Draco spat bitterly to the Professor.

The corner of her mouth twitched up a little and she said in an amused tone, "Yes, Mr Malfoy. You are Romeo."

"Do I have to wear tights?" he asked disgusted.

"Maybe," the Professor shot back dryly.

Draco glared back. "I'm not doing this," he spat.

"You have no choice in the matter Mr Malfoy and so I suggest you shut up and do as your told," McGonagal smiled.

The students giggled. It really was not Malfoy's day.

Draco scowled. Romeo? This was crap.

"Okay," McGonagal continued, "Professor Snape and I have chosen the parts. If you have any problems with your part don't bother trying to convince us to change you. We picked you because we obviously thought you were right for the part. The parts are as follows; Narrators, Cho Chang and Susan Bones. Escalus the prince of Verona, Harry Potter. Paris, Dean Thomas. Mercutio, Ronald Weasley. Benvolio, Jason Nott. Tybalt, Colin Creevy. Friar Lawrence, Vincent Crabbe. Friar John, Gregory Goyle. Montague, Seamus Finnagin. Capulet, Justin Finch-Fletchly. Lady Montague, Blaise Zabini. Lady Capulet, Hannah Abbot. Nurse, Hermoine Granger. Romeo, Draco Malfoy and Juliet, Virginia Weasley."

Draco looked across at Ginny and smirked. He had expected her to look completely disgusted but she simply smiled sweetly and gave him a little wave.

"Pick your scripts up here before you leave," she continued motioning to a pile of paper stacked neatly in front of her. "If Mr Malfoy and Miss Weasley could please stay behind."

Draco watched boredly as his classmates scurried up to get their scripts and left the hall eager to read their scripts.

McGonagal motioned for the two leads to make their way over to her.

"As you probably realise, the two of you are going to have to be working together a lot. I expect your complete co-operation," she said eyeing them sharply.

Draco smirked and looked Ginny up and down suggestively causing her to blush.

"I'll co-operate," he drawled.

"Good. Now, here are your scripts," she handed them to them, " read over them tonight and get familiar with them before tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps you should also schedule some rehearsals between yourselves outside of the set rehearsal times."

The two nodded.

"You may leave now," McGonagal dismissed them.

Draco turned swiftly and strode towards the doors.

"Juliet," he smirked and opened one of the doors motioning for Ginny to exit.

Ginny simply raised an eyebrow and walked through slowly while humming a tune softly.

Draco frowned. Was that the pinacolada song?

"Hey Capulet!" he called after her.

Ginny turned and put her hands on her hips waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Meet me down at the lake tomorrow at lunch for out first "rehearsal." "

Ginny nodded and continued on her way.

Draco grinned. If Professor McGonagal thought he would play by her rules, she was sadly mistaken.

"Now to make a few alterations to Romeo and Juliet," he muttered pulling out both his own and Ginny's scripts.

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Ginny flopped onto her bed. Thinking she would have a look at her script now she reached into her bag to get it.

'That's funny,' she thought, 'I could have sworn in put it in my bag.'

She searched through her bag thoroughly. After a few minutes she came to the conclusion that she must have left it in the Hall. She'd get it in the morning. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, finally done. That took forever! I hope it was okay. I know Romeo and Juliet is totally unoriginal but I am really familiar with the story and all the quotes and stuff so I won't have to do as much research on it and stuff. Plus, its not gunna be your conventional Romeo and Juliet. Lol. And I did the totally predictable thing and gave Ginny the lead. But if I hadn't a few people might've shot me so yeah.

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