OUR OWN OLYMPUS
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley,
the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main
events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes
employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK
Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and
Juliet."**
PART TWO:
Draco and Blaise slowly and inconspicuously entered in through the portrait hole of Gryffindor Common Room.
"How'd you figure out the password anyway?" Draco asked his cousin.
"The Fat Lady was drunk, visiting the picture of the Ogre on the fourth floor," Blaise told him, "and she was telling him the password." He rubbed his hands together. "And I just happened to be coming up the stairs from N.E.W.T. Transfiguration."
"Nice spying," Draco grinned. "If Potter hadn't defeated the Dark Lord last year, I'm sure he would've let you spy for him."
"You flatter me, cousin," Blaise replied. He glanced over at the wingchair in front of the fire, where Seamus and Pansy were kissing each other passionately. "See them over there?"
"How could I not? They're so bloody conspicuous!"
"I'm going to lure Seamus away," Blaise told his cousin, as he continued to stare at Pansy and Seamus. "Okay? Then you race in and talk to Pansy. I can get you about six or seven minutes." There was a silent pause. "Okay, Draco?" There was another pause. Blaise glanced over at Draco, who was now looking at a beautiful girl, at the top of the stairs leading to the girls' dorms. She was shrouded in darkness, since the tower was quite dark, but Draco could tell that she was dressed in gold dress robes.
"Wow," Draco grinned. "She's gorgeous."
"Oh, you can't even see her face," Blaise laughed.
"It doesn't matter," Draco replied. "I just know she's beautiful. She's a goddess."
The beautiful girl descended the stairs elegantly, like a queen approaching a banquet. Draco still couldn't make out her face, but he found himself submerged completely in her pulchritude anyway.
"I have to talk to her," Draco said.
"Well, good for you," Blaise grinned. "Go for it. Don't even think about Pansy."
"Oh, I couldn't think about anyone but her right now," Draco said in a faraway voice. "Wish me luck, Blaise."
"Good luck, Draco!"
Draco approached the girl, who was standing at the foot of the stairs now, looking around for her date.
"Venus?"
Draco's goddess turned around, and stared at him. Draco could still not see her face completely, but could tell that she had fiery red hair, put into a regal-looking upsweep.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Surely you must be Venus, the god of love and beauty?"
The goddess smiled. "Quite poetic, aren't you? A real romantic, I can tell right away..." Her smile grew wider. She truly loved those types of opening lines, and was flattered that this man had made one for her. "And I don't even have your name."
"Mars," Draco said promptly.
"A bit presumptuous, aren't you?" the goddess asked, knowing her ancient mythology, and the fact that Venus and Mars were lovers. "What makes you so sure you are my true love?"
"I can tell by your eyes," Draco answered, taking a sip from his goblet of pumpkin juice. "I can tell that you're not satisfied with all of the mere mortal men you have met before. I can tell that you're looking for your own Roman god." He smiled. "And your own Mount Olympus. Am I right, miss?"
"Come, sit down," the goddess said, not answering the question directly. "Near the fire, so that I can see your face."
"You want to see my face?" Draco asked nervously. He knew perfectly well that he was one of the best looking men in Hogwarts, and that usually attracted girls to him. But he knew that she was a Gryffindor and would not react kindly to a Slytherin crashing the party. He had to let her fall for him before she knew who he was.
"Why, yes, I do. I want to see who I'm talking to." The goddess smiled at him; Draco could see the brightness of her straight white smile. "What's you're name? What house are you in?" After a pause, she said, "Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Not yet," Draco replied. He took another sip of his pumpkin juice. "Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because..." Draco said slowly. He racked his brain to think of a logical argument, but couldn't seem to find one.
"Come on," the goddess grinned, taking his hand, and pulling him towards the fire.
"Quite a turnout, Harry," Hermione said. "But what's the occasion?"
"Everyone will be leaving for the Christmas holiday tomorrow afternoon," Harry replied. "The last time we see each other for three weeks. And there's only five Gryffindors staying this year."
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Well, me and you, for starters," Harry said, "then Ron, Ginny, and Thomas."
"Only five," Ron echoed. He glanced around. "It's too dark in here, Harry. We should light some of the candelabra."
"You took the words out of my mouth," Harry replied. He raised his wand, and flicked a wall-mounted candelabrum across the room, which lit itself quickly.
"No, Venus," Draco said to the goddess, as she tried to pull him near the fire. "You can't see my face yet."
The goddess smiled. "You're making me really curious, Mars."
"I know," Draco replied. He pulled her near the wall. "But not yet."
The goddess leaned closer to him. "Why do you want to be shrouded in the dark?"
"Because I doubt you would want anything to do with me in the light."
"I don't believe that for a second," the goddess said, and the two kissed.
The candelabrum behind them took a charm from Harry's wand and lit up.
Draco's goblet of pumpkin juice crashed to the floor, as he realized the identity his goddess, the woman he was kissing...
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley,
the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main
events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes
employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK
Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and
Juliet."**
PART TWO:
Draco and Blaise slowly and inconspicuously entered in through the portrait hole of Gryffindor Common Room.
"How'd you figure out the password anyway?" Draco asked his cousin.
"The Fat Lady was drunk, visiting the picture of the Ogre on the fourth floor," Blaise told him, "and she was telling him the password." He rubbed his hands together. "And I just happened to be coming up the stairs from N.E.W.T. Transfiguration."
"Nice spying," Draco grinned. "If Potter hadn't defeated the Dark Lord last year, I'm sure he would've let you spy for him."
"You flatter me, cousin," Blaise replied. He glanced over at the wingchair in front of the fire, where Seamus and Pansy were kissing each other passionately. "See them over there?"
"How could I not? They're so bloody conspicuous!"
"I'm going to lure Seamus away," Blaise told his cousin, as he continued to stare at Pansy and Seamus. "Okay? Then you race in and talk to Pansy. I can get you about six or seven minutes." There was a silent pause. "Okay, Draco?" There was another pause. Blaise glanced over at Draco, who was now looking at a beautiful girl, at the top of the stairs leading to the girls' dorms. She was shrouded in darkness, since the tower was quite dark, but Draco could tell that she was dressed in gold dress robes.
"Wow," Draco grinned. "She's gorgeous."
"Oh, you can't even see her face," Blaise laughed.
"It doesn't matter," Draco replied. "I just know she's beautiful. She's a goddess."
The beautiful girl descended the stairs elegantly, like a queen approaching a banquet. Draco still couldn't make out her face, but he found himself submerged completely in her pulchritude anyway.
"I have to talk to her," Draco said.
"Well, good for you," Blaise grinned. "Go for it. Don't even think about Pansy."
"Oh, I couldn't think about anyone but her right now," Draco said in a faraway voice. "Wish me luck, Blaise."
"Good luck, Draco!"
Draco approached the girl, who was standing at the foot of the stairs now, looking around for her date.
"Venus?"
Draco's goddess turned around, and stared at him. Draco could still not see her face completely, but could tell that she had fiery red hair, put into a regal-looking upsweep.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Surely you must be Venus, the god of love and beauty?"
The goddess smiled. "Quite poetic, aren't you? A real romantic, I can tell right away..." Her smile grew wider. She truly loved those types of opening lines, and was flattered that this man had made one for her. "And I don't even have your name."
"Mars," Draco said promptly.
"A bit presumptuous, aren't you?" the goddess asked, knowing her ancient mythology, and the fact that Venus and Mars were lovers. "What makes you so sure you are my true love?"
"I can tell by your eyes," Draco answered, taking a sip from his goblet of pumpkin juice. "I can tell that you're not satisfied with all of the mere mortal men you have met before. I can tell that you're looking for your own Roman god." He smiled. "And your own Mount Olympus. Am I right, miss?"
"Come, sit down," the goddess said, not answering the question directly. "Near the fire, so that I can see your face."
"You want to see my face?" Draco asked nervously. He knew perfectly well that he was one of the best looking men in Hogwarts, and that usually attracted girls to him. But he knew that she was a Gryffindor and would not react kindly to a Slytherin crashing the party. He had to let her fall for him before she knew who he was.
"Why, yes, I do. I want to see who I'm talking to." The goddess smiled at him; Draco could see the brightness of her straight white smile. "What's you're name? What house are you in?" After a pause, she said, "Aren't you going to tell me?"
"Not yet," Draco replied. He took another sip of his pumpkin juice. "Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because..." Draco said slowly. He racked his brain to think of a logical argument, but couldn't seem to find one.
"Come on," the goddess grinned, taking his hand, and pulling him towards the fire.
"Quite a turnout, Harry," Hermione said. "But what's the occasion?"
"Everyone will be leaving for the Christmas holiday tomorrow afternoon," Harry replied. "The last time we see each other for three weeks. And there's only five Gryffindors staying this year."
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Well, me and you, for starters," Harry said, "then Ron, Ginny, and Thomas."
"Only five," Ron echoed. He glanced around. "It's too dark in here, Harry. We should light some of the candelabra."
"You took the words out of my mouth," Harry replied. He raised his wand, and flicked a wall-mounted candelabrum across the room, which lit itself quickly.
"No, Venus," Draco said to the goddess, as she tried to pull him near the fire. "You can't see my face yet."
The goddess smiled. "You're making me really curious, Mars."
"I know," Draco replied. He pulled her near the wall. "But not yet."
The goddess leaned closer to him. "Why do you want to be shrouded in the dark?"
"Because I doubt you would want anything to do with me in the light."
"I don't believe that for a second," the goddess said, and the two kissed.
The candelabrum behind them took a charm from Harry's wand and lit up.
Draco's goblet of pumpkin juice crashed to the floor, as he realized the identity his goddess, the woman he was kissing...