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."**
********Oh, and please note that I have finished putting "Our Own Olympus" into chapters. The story will be divided up into 18 chapters, most ranging from 2-3 pages long. At least one chapter will be posted per day, possibly more********
PART THREE:
"Oh my God!" the goddess shrieked. "How'd you get in here?"
"I- I-" Draco gasped. He was too shocked for words.
"Well, get away from me, Malfoy," the goddess replied. "I can't believe you actually hit on me! I can't believe you kissed me!"
"Like I would've if I'd know it was you," Draco sneered. "Don't you think I can do better than Little Miss Ginny Weasley?"
The woman who, two minutes ago, was his goddess, looked extremely offended. "No. I don't think you can, Malfoy. Don't make me bring my brother, Ron, over here."
"I'm not scared of Ronald McDonald," Draco replied coolly. "You know what, Weasley, let's forget this ever happened."
"Yes, let's," Ginny answered. "Go back to your common room before I tell Harry you were here." Her eyes twinkled maliciously. "Because I know you are afraid of him."
"I'm not," Draco growled. "I'm leaving."
"Yes, I should think so."
"Goodbye, then."
"That was Draco Malfoy!" Ron gasped to Harry. "Did you see him? He was kissing my little sister! Luckily, she pushed him away, but could you imagine what he was trying to pull?"
"Ginny looks all right to me, Ron," Harry replied.
"She doesn't look all right! Look at how shaken up she is! How could Malfoy sneak into a Gryffindor party and then molest my sister!" Ron growled.
"I think molest is a rather strong term," Harry said casually.
Ron wasn't paying attention. "I have a mind to go to that Slytherin common room, and rip him apart."
"Ron, put your wand down," Harry replied. "I didn't spend all of these galleons so that you could go Malfoy hunting."
"You're right, Harry," Ron sighed.
"So promise you'll have a good time?"
"I promise."
Blaise and Draco walked silently down the corridor.
"I can't believe that was Ginny Weasley!" Blaise laughed. "That's honestly hilarious, mate!"
Draco glared at him. "That's not funny. How was I supposed to know? I couldn't even see her face!"
"But you kissed Ginny Weasley!" Blaise said, between his gigantic fits of laughter. "A Weasley! You called her your goddess."
"Did not," Draco said hotly.
"Yes you did!" Blaise chuckled. He put on a high falsetto voice. "'Oh, hello, there, Venus!'" He began laughing even harder.
"I don't sound like that," Draco said defensively. Blaise went to turn right, but Draco turned to the left.
"Where are you going? Our common room's this way!"
"I want to take a walk," Draco told him. "I need to be alone..."
"Hi, Ginny," Thomas said, sitting next to her on the sofa in Gryffindor common room. He could tell that her mind was elsewhere. "Is there something wrong, my love?"
"Nothing," Ginny muttered rather unconvincingly.
"Nothing? I don't believe that for a second," Thomas replied. "And I know you don't either, Ginny."
"Of course I do," Ginny replied. But it was a lie; her thoughts kept going back to Draco, and all of the wonderful, poetic things he had said to her. She had to know if he was in love with the shadow girl that he had met, or with Ginny herself. And furthermore, she had to know if her Thomas could be as romantic as Draco had been.
"Okay, then," Thomas replied. "Would you like to dance?"
"Thomas, say something poetic," Ginny said.
Thomas glanced awkwardly at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Say something poetic and romantic to me."
Thomas continued to stare, obviously caught off-guard. "Okay... er... Roses are red, violets are blue... But neither of them can compare with you." He chuckled for a second at his half-joke, but then stopped when he saw Ginny looking a bit miffed.
"That was pitiful," she said. "Try again."
"Oh, God, Ginny, this is ridiculous," Thomas replied. "Let's dance." He cocked his ear. "Yes, this is the new Weird Sisters song."
"I need to be alone right now," Ginny said, holding back tears.
"Ginny, what did I say? What did I do? Ginny?"
Ginny glared at him, swept up the hem of her dress, and then climbed up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
Draco walked outside for some fresh air, onto the prefects' porch, which overlooked the entire Forbidden Forest. Thousands of thoughts went through his head, most of which, to his extreme displeasure, were about that kiss with Ginny Weasley. He had actually enjoyed it. Perhaps she was still his goddess...
"No!" Draco muttered aloud. "She is certainly not!"
The Gryffindor girls' dormitory windows loomed two stories above him, empty as usual; everyone in Gryffindor house was down at the party in their common room.
As Draco looked up at the windows longingly, it began to snow light little flakes.
Two small, perfect snowflakes, the only two in a sea of regular snow flurries, fell on Draco's open hand.
"One is Ginny, one is Pansy," he told himself. He flicked one of them off. "But I only want one now. And that's Ginny."
The remaining snowflake, the one he had labeled as 'Ginny,' melted in his sweaty palm, serving as a poignant reminder that the girl he wanted more than anything, his goddess, was unreachable; he had a better chance of, well, anything else happening.
Ginny appeared in the window of the sixth year girls' dorm. Draco recognized that shadow immediately; it was the shadow that he had first fell in love with. Then, as she turned on the lights, her beauty was unmistakable.
But she wasn't looking down at the prefect's porch; she was looking at the sky; the snow was falling even harder now.
"Ginny!" Draco called, unsure of why he was doing so; it seemed quite stupid, knowing that he had absolutely no chance of being with her.
But still, he had to try.
To Be Continued
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."**
********Oh, and please note that I have finished putting "Our Own Olympus" into chapters. The story will be divided up into 18 chapters, most ranging from 2-3 pages long. At least one chapter will be posted per day, possibly more********
PART THREE:
"Oh my God!" the goddess shrieked. "How'd you get in here?"
"I- I-" Draco gasped. He was too shocked for words.
"Well, get away from me, Malfoy," the goddess replied. "I can't believe you actually hit on me! I can't believe you kissed me!"
"Like I would've if I'd know it was you," Draco sneered. "Don't you think I can do better than Little Miss Ginny Weasley?"
The woman who, two minutes ago, was his goddess, looked extremely offended. "No. I don't think you can, Malfoy. Don't make me bring my brother, Ron, over here."
"I'm not scared of Ronald McDonald," Draco replied coolly. "You know what, Weasley, let's forget this ever happened."
"Yes, let's," Ginny answered. "Go back to your common room before I tell Harry you were here." Her eyes twinkled maliciously. "Because I know you are afraid of him."
"I'm not," Draco growled. "I'm leaving."
"Yes, I should think so."
"Goodbye, then."
"That was Draco Malfoy!" Ron gasped to Harry. "Did you see him? He was kissing my little sister! Luckily, she pushed him away, but could you imagine what he was trying to pull?"
"Ginny looks all right to me, Ron," Harry replied.
"She doesn't look all right! Look at how shaken up she is! How could Malfoy sneak into a Gryffindor party and then molest my sister!" Ron growled.
"I think molest is a rather strong term," Harry said casually.
Ron wasn't paying attention. "I have a mind to go to that Slytherin common room, and rip him apart."
"Ron, put your wand down," Harry replied. "I didn't spend all of these galleons so that you could go Malfoy hunting."
"You're right, Harry," Ron sighed.
"So promise you'll have a good time?"
"I promise."
Blaise and Draco walked silently down the corridor.
"I can't believe that was Ginny Weasley!" Blaise laughed. "That's honestly hilarious, mate!"
Draco glared at him. "That's not funny. How was I supposed to know? I couldn't even see her face!"
"But you kissed Ginny Weasley!" Blaise said, between his gigantic fits of laughter. "A Weasley! You called her your goddess."
"Did not," Draco said hotly.
"Yes you did!" Blaise chuckled. He put on a high falsetto voice. "'Oh, hello, there, Venus!'" He began laughing even harder.
"I don't sound like that," Draco said defensively. Blaise went to turn right, but Draco turned to the left.
"Where are you going? Our common room's this way!"
"I want to take a walk," Draco told him. "I need to be alone..."
"Hi, Ginny," Thomas said, sitting next to her on the sofa in Gryffindor common room. He could tell that her mind was elsewhere. "Is there something wrong, my love?"
"Nothing," Ginny muttered rather unconvincingly.
"Nothing? I don't believe that for a second," Thomas replied. "And I know you don't either, Ginny."
"Of course I do," Ginny replied. But it was a lie; her thoughts kept going back to Draco, and all of the wonderful, poetic things he had said to her. She had to know if he was in love with the shadow girl that he had met, or with Ginny herself. And furthermore, she had to know if her Thomas could be as romantic as Draco had been.
"Okay, then," Thomas replied. "Would you like to dance?"
"Thomas, say something poetic," Ginny said.
Thomas glanced awkwardly at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Say something poetic and romantic to me."
Thomas continued to stare, obviously caught off-guard. "Okay... er... Roses are red, violets are blue... But neither of them can compare with you." He chuckled for a second at his half-joke, but then stopped when he saw Ginny looking a bit miffed.
"That was pitiful," she said. "Try again."
"Oh, God, Ginny, this is ridiculous," Thomas replied. "Let's dance." He cocked his ear. "Yes, this is the new Weird Sisters song."
"I need to be alone right now," Ginny said, holding back tears.
"Ginny, what did I say? What did I do? Ginny?"
Ginny glared at him, swept up the hem of her dress, and then climbed up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
Draco walked outside for some fresh air, onto the prefects' porch, which overlooked the entire Forbidden Forest. Thousands of thoughts went through his head, most of which, to his extreme displeasure, were about that kiss with Ginny Weasley. He had actually enjoyed it. Perhaps she was still his goddess...
"No!" Draco muttered aloud. "She is certainly not!"
The Gryffindor girls' dormitory windows loomed two stories above him, empty as usual; everyone in Gryffindor house was down at the party in their common room.
As Draco looked up at the windows longingly, it began to snow light little flakes.
Two small, perfect snowflakes, the only two in a sea of regular snow flurries, fell on Draco's open hand.
"One is Ginny, one is Pansy," he told himself. He flicked one of them off. "But I only want one now. And that's Ginny."
The remaining snowflake, the one he had labeled as 'Ginny,' melted in his sweaty palm, serving as a poignant reminder that the girl he wanted more than anything, his goddess, was unreachable; he had a better chance of, well, anything else happening.
Ginny appeared in the window of the sixth year girls' dorm. Draco recognized that shadow immediately; it was the shadow that he had first fell in love with. Then, as she turned on the lights, her beauty was unmistakable.
But she wasn't looking down at the prefect's porch; she was looking at the sky; the snow was falling even harder now.
"Ginny!" Draco called, unsure of why he was doing so; it seemed quite stupid, knowing that he had absolutely no chance of being with her.
But still, he had to try.
To Be Continued