SWEET RAPTURE'S SHAKESPEARE
A Ginny / Draco Fan Fiction (eventually)
By: MeEm
Summary: The new DADA teacher decides to put on the play 'Romeo & Juliet'. Ginny is made the lead role of Juliet and her mortal enemy; the arrogant disdainful Draco Malfoy is Romeo. Will Shakespeare bring them closer or drive them further apart? Not your stereotypical Shakespearian tale, either, with surprises cropping up around every corner Ginny's about to take a dive headfirst into trouble- but the show must go on!
Disclaimer: I own any new characters and the plot.
A/N: Okey dokey, well in my notepad I've got up to chapter 11; I think this is my favorite fic I've ever written. I hope you think that too! Lol! Please review- it's so good Karma!!!
Chapter 2: Blue Eyed Mystery
Ginny yawned and heaved herself out of bed, feeling groggy. She got dressed at a leisurely pace, fastening her fiery hair into a sloppy bun and pulled on a pair of leather boots that she'd found on holiday very cheaply.
"'Morning Clara," she smiled politely at a tall girl with long dark hair who had just climbed out of bed. Nodding in response, Clara then turned and began chatting to someone else.
Ginny shrugged the hostile act off- thanks to the whole 'Chamber of Secrets' affair Ginny hadn't really made any friends. They were all too scared she might suddenly attack them- to get to know her and see that she wasn't some monster was simply absurd!
Ginny left and made her way to the Great Hall on her own, humming to herself. She spotted two new notices on the board and went over to read them.
The first was about Quidditch trials- starting tomorrow at five o'clock. Ginny didn't need to go, as she was already a beater on the team. 'Might go and watch them anyway,' she contemplated.
The second -much more interesting- was concerning auditions for 'Romeo & Juliet'. Ginny scanned the parchment, which read in a scrawly calligraphy:
'Auditions for 'Romeo and Juliet' will be held on September 5th at 4 o' clock on the Quidditch pitch.
All are welcome! No past experience needed!
Thank you,
Hathaway'
"Thinking of auditioning, Weasel?" someone drawled behind her- Malfoy, of course. Ginny ignored him and started to walk off.
"No-one as low class as a Weasley will stand a chance!" Malfoy called out spitefully. Blocking him out, Ginny still felt tears threaten.
"Are you okay, Ginny?" Colin Creevey asked, as she sat down. Nodding, Ginny helped herself to a bowl of porridge.
"Excuse me," a quiet voice behind Ginny mumbled. "Yeah?"
A tiny first year was stood there, looking scared. "Um.I saw your pwefect badge so I came to you for help." He blushed, with a speech impediment.
Smiling, Ginny finished her mouthful. "What can I do for you?" The boy passed her his new timetable. "Could you please tell me how to get to the twansfiguwation woom, please?"
Ginny gave him the directions and he scuttled off fast just as the post arrived. A barn owl dropped Ginny's copy of the Daily Prophet next to her. She picked it up and gasped at the bold headline.
'DUMBLEDORE'S DISPUTED DECISION ON HIRING HATHAWAY HOMOCIDAL AT HOGWARTS'
The front page depicted a picture of a man (twenty-something) with very familiar blue eyes and curly black hair. Intrigued, Ginny read in fascinated horror:
'YESTERDAY members of the wizarding community were horrified to discover Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, order of Merlin 1st class) had hired Ms. Hathaway, wife of Artemis Hathaway.
Thirteen years ago, 'The Hathaway Trials' took place following the Dark Lord's fall. Artemis Hathaway was sentenced to 'the dementor's kiss' under the charge of murder.
We were shocked and appalled to discover his wife, Anne (former model) was now teaching at Hogwarts.
The Daily Prophet believes that.'
Skipping the rest, Ginny's eyes rested on the caption of the photo- 'Artemis 'Arty' Hathaway before the dementor's kiss' - he looked so much like Will.
'Talking of Will, I haven't seen him since the Hogwarts Express,' Ginny thought, flicking through the rest of the newspaper.
"Ginny, come on! We're going to be late for Care of Magical Creatures!"
Ginny sprung up and followed Colin (her fellow prefect) outside to Hagrid's hut.
Hagrid was there, surrounded by little wicker baskets emitting yaps and growls- the occasional snort of fire as well; much to Ginny's alarm.
"SMOGS!" roared Hagrid happily. "Pardon?" Ginny answered. "Smogs?"
Nodding, Hagrid addressed the class. "In these baskets are Smogs- half dragons, half wolves. Now these beauties are a fresh litter. Any volounteers?"
Ginny raised her hand, eager to see these 'Smogs'! "C'mon then, Ginny."
Ginny walked over to the baskets and squealed, "oh! They are *gorgeous!* Can I hold one?"
The Smogs were adorable. They had large, almond-shaped eyes, fluffy bodies with squashy faces but their legs were reptilian. Some had little leathery wings, others sharp horns.
Ginny lifted up a tiny black Smog with beautiful green eyes. The class 'ahhed' and 'oohed' at the cute bundle of fluff and scales.
"This one's called 'Nychta'. Nah- who can guess what Smog babies like these are called? Miss Heal?"
A blonde girl said, "cubs, Hagrid?"
"Correct, take a point for Hufflepuff."
After a lesson of cuddling, brushing, walking and feeding cherries (their favourite food) to the Smog cubs, Ginny decided that they were her favourite animals.
At suppertime Ginny found Will- who looked miffed (probably from comments and whispers from today's newspaper). "Is it okay that I sit here?" Ginny asked nervously.
Nodding, Will said, "You're that girl who threw up on me aren't you?"
He said that rather loudly- too loudly seeing as Malfoy happened to be passing by. He stopped, smirked but said nothing and carried on.
Scarlet- cheeked, Ginny sat down. "I do have a name," she muttered under her breath. "Are you going to audition on Monday?" Ginny asked, making small talk. Will shook his head. "I'm more of an artist," he divulged. "What about you?"
Ginny pondered for a minute. "Yes," she decided. "I think I will!"
"Hey- Will Hathaway?"
"Uh huh?"
Pansy Parkinson (official school b*tch) was there, smirking. "How does it feel to be front page news before Potter?"
Will's pale cheeks tinged pink. Pansy continued, "Who did your father *murder?* It must have been someone important if he got the ki-"
Livid, Will stood up; blazing silent fury. He stormed out after giving Pansy a look that sent shivers of fear down Ginny's spine.
"Well done," Ginny glared at Pansy furiously. "B*tch!"
Pansy smiled sickly sweetly and said in an innocent-sounding voice, "What did I do? Was it something I said?"
"YES!" Ginny shouted and ran out of the Great Hall to look for Will.
Will was by the lake, sketching something in a tattered notebook. Ginny sidled up to him, feeling shy.
"Hi." She mumbled, making Will jump; not having heard her walk up. "Hi," he smiled.
His blue eyes made Ginny feel dizzy- lost in their seriousness and swirling depths of mystery. Blushing, she surveyed his picture- a sketch of the view.
"That's really amazing," she said truthfully. Grinning, Will replied, "Thanks. Look, I was wondering."
'Will you go out with me? Will you go out with me?' Ginny desperately thought.
"What Quidditch positions are available?"
'Quidditch? ARGH! How come all boys think about is Quidditch? DIE!'
Ginny sighed. "beater and chaser."
"I used to be a beater," Will shared thoughtfully. "I'm a beater," Ginny replied, bored. "You should try out- I'll tell Harry, he's the captain."
Will nodded and checked his watch. "We'd better get back," he stated, gathering his things.
"Yeah." Ginny sighed.
"Mind if I escort you to Gryffindor tower?" Will asked in a funny fake- posh voice. Giggling, Ginny answered, "Why of course! One does believe you're headed that way as well."
As they walked up through the gates, the sun finally set in a glorious array of red, gold and orange rays.
'This is the point where you declare you're undying love for me.' Ginny thought soberly. 'What am I saying?! This guy's dad is some murderer! Hold on- do I care? No. not really.Okay then now he can sweep me up into his arms and passionately ki-'
"Oi! Vomit girl!"
A very rude slytherin- Malfoy (typically) shattered Ginny's daydream causing Will and Ginny to stop.
"Shut up, cretin." Snapped Ginny.
"Did your father die in Azkaban or is he still vegetating somewhere?" Malfoy sneered at Will.
"No he escaped and is living in one of the classrooms here," Will quipped back. "Aren't you Lucious Malfoy's brat? Isn't he rotting in a cell as we speak?"
Malfoy blushed and reached for his wand but Will had quickly steered himself and Ginny away.
They came to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Ginny gave the password ('Tourniquet') and they entered the common room.
Yawning, Ginny mumbled, "I think I'll get an early night,"
"Okay," Will suddenly bent forward, Ginny leaned closer and.
"GINNY!"
Ginny jumped in fright, screamed, stood on Will's feet and then pulled them both over when she lost her balance. Hermione, completely oblivious to the romantic scene she'd just shattered was standing there; beaming like a lunatic.
"Guess what?!" she squealed.
"What?" Ginny scowled in a monotone.
"No- guess!"
Sighing, Ginny guessed, "You've abolished House-elf slavery?"
"No! Guess again!"
"You've become the new Headmistress of Hogwarts?"
"No. Head girl will do me for now. Oh well as you're so hopeless at guessing I'll tell you,"
"Finally," Ginny muttered.
Hermione squealed, "Ron asked me out!"
Ginny's jaw dropped. "Really?" she said, flabbergasted.
"YES! YES! YES!" Hermione pulled Ginny up (ignoring Will who sloped off- much to Ginny's disappointment) and began to dance around the common room, screaming and singing 'when you're smiling'.
All in a most un-Hermione like character.
'What next?' Ginny wondered, retreating to her dormitory so Hermione couldn't force her to dance and publicly humiliate her even more.
'What next?'
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A/N: my hand hurts. Ow. P n L, MeEm xxx p.s. thanks to all my mates who wrote lovely comments! =)
P.p.s. Thank you Okeanos! You are the first person to review on line!
A Ginny / Draco Fan Fiction (eventually)
By: MeEm
Summary: The new DADA teacher decides to put on the play 'Romeo & Juliet'. Ginny is made the lead role of Juliet and her mortal enemy; the arrogant disdainful Draco Malfoy is Romeo. Will Shakespeare bring them closer or drive them further apart? Not your stereotypical Shakespearian tale, either, with surprises cropping up around every corner Ginny's about to take a dive headfirst into trouble- but the show must go on!
Disclaimer: I own any new characters and the plot.
A/N: Okey dokey, well in my notepad I've got up to chapter 11; I think this is my favorite fic I've ever written. I hope you think that too! Lol! Please review- it's so good Karma!!!
Chapter 2: Blue Eyed Mystery
Ginny yawned and heaved herself out of bed, feeling groggy. She got dressed at a leisurely pace, fastening her fiery hair into a sloppy bun and pulled on a pair of leather boots that she'd found on holiday very cheaply.
"'Morning Clara," she smiled politely at a tall girl with long dark hair who had just climbed out of bed. Nodding in response, Clara then turned and began chatting to someone else.
Ginny shrugged the hostile act off- thanks to the whole 'Chamber of Secrets' affair Ginny hadn't really made any friends. They were all too scared she might suddenly attack them- to get to know her and see that she wasn't some monster was simply absurd!
Ginny left and made her way to the Great Hall on her own, humming to herself. She spotted two new notices on the board and went over to read them.
The first was about Quidditch trials- starting tomorrow at five o'clock. Ginny didn't need to go, as she was already a beater on the team. 'Might go and watch them anyway,' she contemplated.
The second -much more interesting- was concerning auditions for 'Romeo & Juliet'. Ginny scanned the parchment, which read in a scrawly calligraphy:
'Auditions for 'Romeo and Juliet' will be held on September 5th at 4 o' clock on the Quidditch pitch.
All are welcome! No past experience needed!
Thank you,
Hathaway'
"Thinking of auditioning, Weasel?" someone drawled behind her- Malfoy, of course. Ginny ignored him and started to walk off.
"No-one as low class as a Weasley will stand a chance!" Malfoy called out spitefully. Blocking him out, Ginny still felt tears threaten.
"Are you okay, Ginny?" Colin Creevey asked, as she sat down. Nodding, Ginny helped herself to a bowl of porridge.
"Excuse me," a quiet voice behind Ginny mumbled. "Yeah?"
A tiny first year was stood there, looking scared. "Um.I saw your pwefect badge so I came to you for help." He blushed, with a speech impediment.
Smiling, Ginny finished her mouthful. "What can I do for you?" The boy passed her his new timetable. "Could you please tell me how to get to the twansfiguwation woom, please?"
Ginny gave him the directions and he scuttled off fast just as the post arrived. A barn owl dropped Ginny's copy of the Daily Prophet next to her. She picked it up and gasped at the bold headline.
'DUMBLEDORE'S DISPUTED DECISION ON HIRING HATHAWAY HOMOCIDAL AT HOGWARTS'
The front page depicted a picture of a man (twenty-something) with very familiar blue eyes and curly black hair. Intrigued, Ginny read in fascinated horror:
'YESTERDAY members of the wizarding community were horrified to discover Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, order of Merlin 1st class) had hired Ms. Hathaway, wife of Artemis Hathaway.
Thirteen years ago, 'The Hathaway Trials' took place following the Dark Lord's fall. Artemis Hathaway was sentenced to 'the dementor's kiss' under the charge of murder.
We were shocked and appalled to discover his wife, Anne (former model) was now teaching at Hogwarts.
The Daily Prophet believes that.'
Skipping the rest, Ginny's eyes rested on the caption of the photo- 'Artemis 'Arty' Hathaway before the dementor's kiss' - he looked so much like Will.
'Talking of Will, I haven't seen him since the Hogwarts Express,' Ginny thought, flicking through the rest of the newspaper.
"Ginny, come on! We're going to be late for Care of Magical Creatures!"
Ginny sprung up and followed Colin (her fellow prefect) outside to Hagrid's hut.
Hagrid was there, surrounded by little wicker baskets emitting yaps and growls- the occasional snort of fire as well; much to Ginny's alarm.
"SMOGS!" roared Hagrid happily. "Pardon?" Ginny answered. "Smogs?"
Nodding, Hagrid addressed the class. "In these baskets are Smogs- half dragons, half wolves. Now these beauties are a fresh litter. Any volounteers?"
Ginny raised her hand, eager to see these 'Smogs'! "C'mon then, Ginny."
Ginny walked over to the baskets and squealed, "oh! They are *gorgeous!* Can I hold one?"
The Smogs were adorable. They had large, almond-shaped eyes, fluffy bodies with squashy faces but their legs were reptilian. Some had little leathery wings, others sharp horns.
Ginny lifted up a tiny black Smog with beautiful green eyes. The class 'ahhed' and 'oohed' at the cute bundle of fluff and scales.
"This one's called 'Nychta'. Nah- who can guess what Smog babies like these are called? Miss Heal?"
A blonde girl said, "cubs, Hagrid?"
"Correct, take a point for Hufflepuff."
After a lesson of cuddling, brushing, walking and feeding cherries (their favourite food) to the Smog cubs, Ginny decided that they were her favourite animals.
At suppertime Ginny found Will- who looked miffed (probably from comments and whispers from today's newspaper). "Is it okay that I sit here?" Ginny asked nervously.
Nodding, Will said, "You're that girl who threw up on me aren't you?"
He said that rather loudly- too loudly seeing as Malfoy happened to be passing by. He stopped, smirked but said nothing and carried on.
Scarlet- cheeked, Ginny sat down. "I do have a name," she muttered under her breath. "Are you going to audition on Monday?" Ginny asked, making small talk. Will shook his head. "I'm more of an artist," he divulged. "What about you?"
Ginny pondered for a minute. "Yes," she decided. "I think I will!"
"Hey- Will Hathaway?"
"Uh huh?"
Pansy Parkinson (official school b*tch) was there, smirking. "How does it feel to be front page news before Potter?"
Will's pale cheeks tinged pink. Pansy continued, "Who did your father *murder?* It must have been someone important if he got the ki-"
Livid, Will stood up; blazing silent fury. He stormed out after giving Pansy a look that sent shivers of fear down Ginny's spine.
"Well done," Ginny glared at Pansy furiously. "B*tch!"
Pansy smiled sickly sweetly and said in an innocent-sounding voice, "What did I do? Was it something I said?"
"YES!" Ginny shouted and ran out of the Great Hall to look for Will.
Will was by the lake, sketching something in a tattered notebook. Ginny sidled up to him, feeling shy.
"Hi." She mumbled, making Will jump; not having heard her walk up. "Hi," he smiled.
His blue eyes made Ginny feel dizzy- lost in their seriousness and swirling depths of mystery. Blushing, she surveyed his picture- a sketch of the view.
"That's really amazing," she said truthfully. Grinning, Will replied, "Thanks. Look, I was wondering."
'Will you go out with me? Will you go out with me?' Ginny desperately thought.
"What Quidditch positions are available?"
'Quidditch? ARGH! How come all boys think about is Quidditch? DIE!'
Ginny sighed. "beater and chaser."
"I used to be a beater," Will shared thoughtfully. "I'm a beater," Ginny replied, bored. "You should try out- I'll tell Harry, he's the captain."
Will nodded and checked his watch. "We'd better get back," he stated, gathering his things.
"Yeah." Ginny sighed.
"Mind if I escort you to Gryffindor tower?" Will asked in a funny fake- posh voice. Giggling, Ginny answered, "Why of course! One does believe you're headed that way as well."
As they walked up through the gates, the sun finally set in a glorious array of red, gold and orange rays.
'This is the point where you declare you're undying love for me.' Ginny thought soberly. 'What am I saying?! This guy's dad is some murderer! Hold on- do I care? No. not really.Okay then now he can sweep me up into his arms and passionately ki-'
"Oi! Vomit girl!"
A very rude slytherin- Malfoy (typically) shattered Ginny's daydream causing Will and Ginny to stop.
"Shut up, cretin." Snapped Ginny.
"Did your father die in Azkaban or is he still vegetating somewhere?" Malfoy sneered at Will.
"No he escaped and is living in one of the classrooms here," Will quipped back. "Aren't you Lucious Malfoy's brat? Isn't he rotting in a cell as we speak?"
Malfoy blushed and reached for his wand but Will had quickly steered himself and Ginny away.
They came to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Ginny gave the password ('Tourniquet') and they entered the common room.
Yawning, Ginny mumbled, "I think I'll get an early night,"
"Okay," Will suddenly bent forward, Ginny leaned closer and.
"GINNY!"
Ginny jumped in fright, screamed, stood on Will's feet and then pulled them both over when she lost her balance. Hermione, completely oblivious to the romantic scene she'd just shattered was standing there; beaming like a lunatic.
"Guess what?!" she squealed.
"What?" Ginny scowled in a monotone.
"No- guess!"
Sighing, Ginny guessed, "You've abolished House-elf slavery?"
"No! Guess again!"
"You've become the new Headmistress of Hogwarts?"
"No. Head girl will do me for now. Oh well as you're so hopeless at guessing I'll tell you,"
"Finally," Ginny muttered.
Hermione squealed, "Ron asked me out!"
Ginny's jaw dropped. "Really?" she said, flabbergasted.
"YES! YES! YES!" Hermione pulled Ginny up (ignoring Will who sloped off- much to Ginny's disappointment) and began to dance around the common room, screaming and singing 'when you're smiling'.
All in a most un-Hermione like character.
'What next?' Ginny wondered, retreating to her dormitory so Hermione couldn't force her to dance and publicly humiliate her even more.
'What next?'
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A/N: my hand hurts. Ow. P n L, MeEm xxx p.s. thanks to all my mates who wrote lovely comments! =)
P.p.s. Thank you Okeanos! You are the first person to review on line!