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 FIVE:
No, Ginny thought. I can't even think about that, spending my life with Thomas. He isn't the one. Thomas is a good man and all, but after Draco's romantic words, and that passionate kiss we shared in the shadows of the common room, how could I marry him? How could I ever love Thomas the same again?
Olympus... The word continued to ring inside her head. Yes, yes...
"I love you too, Draco," she said quietly, just audible enough so that Draco could hear.
"Come down, then, Ginny," Draco grinned.
Ginny turned around, and saw Thomas coming into the dormitory.
"Later!" she told Draco, and closed the window.
"Are you ready to come back down?" Thomas asked.
"Thomas, I have to tell you-"
"I'm excited, too, Ginny," Thomas grinned. He kissed her swiftly. "I could never love another woman quite the way that I love you, Ginny. And I can't believe that we're actually going to be married!" He leaned in closer. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life, waking up next to you in the morning..." Ginny's fiancé kissed her again.
"Out late, Mr. Malfoy?" asked a chipper voice. Draco wheeled around, and saw Dumbledore standing there at the entrance to the porch, a wide grin on his old face.
"I suppose I am, Professor Dumbledore," Draco replied coldly. "Are you going to take points off from Slytherin, I suppose, for me being out-of- bounds?"
"I might," Dumbledore said, "but not until I find out what's bothering you."
Draco gave Dumbledore a strange look. "I'm not telling you!"
"You know you need to tell someone what has just happened between you and Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said.
"You were listening?" Draco gasped, offended that the Hogwarts Headmaster had been eavesdropping on his private conversation.
"I must say that I was, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "I was on my way to bed when I heard you shouting to her. So I came to investigate." He sat down on one of the benches. "Sit, Mr. Malfoy, and tell me what ails you. It's better if you talk to someone."
"Fine," Draco sighed. "See, professor, I came to the Gryffindor party so that I could win my Pansy back. She left me this morning for Seamus Finnigan."
"So I heard," Dumbledore replied. "The portraits have been gossiping."
"Yes, well," Draco continued, "I saw Ginny there, and it was dark, and we began to talk, unsure of who the other person was." He smiled. "And we kissed. And it was the most passionate, the most sensual kiss I have ever experienced-" He gave an uneasy glance to Dumbledore.
"Ah, I can see you don't want to talk about your romance life with your smarmy old coot of a Headmaster, do you?" Dumbledore said, smiling thinly. "But I'll have you know, Draco, that I did have a wife of my own, too, once. But she was taken from me."
"How?"
"It doesn't matter," Dumbledore replied sadly. "So, Mr. Malfoy, you're in love with Miss Weasley, and she's in love with you. What's the problem?"
"The problem is," Draco said, "that she has a boyfriend, Dean Thomas."
"A Hogwarts romance is hardly ever serious," Dumbledore replied. "She could easily break up with him, you know, just the way Miss Parkinson broke up with you this morning."
"And then there's the fact that our families despise each other," Draco said. "Come on, Professor. You were in the Order of the Phoenix. You know how much the Malfoys are despised."
"I'm not partial to dark wizards myself."
"I'm not one," Draco replied honestly. "I wanted to be, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't join the Dark Lord." When Dumbledore continued to look skeptically, Draco raised the left sleeve of his robe. "See, Professor? There's no Dark Mark on me."
Dumbledore squinted through his half-moon glasses. "No, I suppose there isn't. I believe I've misjudged you, Mr. Malfoy, based on your family. I give you my deepest apologies. Even I can make a mistake."
"It's okay," Draco said, "but the problem now is that the Weasleys will still think of me as a dark wizard, whether I really worked for the Dark Lord or not!"
"Perhaps the love between you and Miss Weasley can end that age-old feud..."
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 FIVE:
No, Ginny thought. I can't even think about that, spending my life with Thomas. He isn't the one. Thomas is a good man and all, but after Draco's romantic words, and that passionate kiss we shared in the shadows of the common room, how could I marry him? How could I ever love Thomas the same again?
Olympus... The word continued to ring inside her head. Yes, yes...
"I love you too, Draco," she said quietly, just audible enough so that Draco could hear.
"Come down, then, Ginny," Draco grinned.
Ginny turned around, and saw Thomas coming into the dormitory.
"Later!" she told Draco, and closed the window.
"Are you ready to come back down?" Thomas asked.
"Thomas, I have to tell you-"
"I'm excited, too, Ginny," Thomas grinned. He kissed her swiftly. "I could never love another woman quite the way that I love you, Ginny. And I can't believe that we're actually going to be married!" He leaned in closer. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life, waking up next to you in the morning..." Ginny's fiancé kissed her again.
"Out late, Mr. Malfoy?" asked a chipper voice. Draco wheeled around, and saw Dumbledore standing there at the entrance to the porch, a wide grin on his old face.
"I suppose I am, Professor Dumbledore," Draco replied coldly. "Are you going to take points off from Slytherin, I suppose, for me being out-of- bounds?"
"I might," Dumbledore said, "but not until I find out what's bothering you."
Draco gave Dumbledore a strange look. "I'm not telling you!"
"You know you need to tell someone what has just happened between you and Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said.
"You were listening?" Draco gasped, offended that the Hogwarts Headmaster had been eavesdropping on his private conversation.
"I must say that I was, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "I was on my way to bed when I heard you shouting to her. So I came to investigate." He sat down on one of the benches. "Sit, Mr. Malfoy, and tell me what ails you. It's better if you talk to someone."
"Fine," Draco sighed. "See, professor, I came to the Gryffindor party so that I could win my Pansy back. She left me this morning for Seamus Finnigan."
"So I heard," Dumbledore replied. "The portraits have been gossiping."
"Yes, well," Draco continued, "I saw Ginny there, and it was dark, and we began to talk, unsure of who the other person was." He smiled. "And we kissed. And it was the most passionate, the most sensual kiss I have ever experienced-" He gave an uneasy glance to Dumbledore.
"Ah, I can see you don't want to talk about your romance life with your smarmy old coot of a Headmaster, do you?" Dumbledore said, smiling thinly. "But I'll have you know, Draco, that I did have a wife of my own, too, once. But she was taken from me."
"How?"
"It doesn't matter," Dumbledore replied sadly. "So, Mr. Malfoy, you're in love with Miss Weasley, and she's in love with you. What's the problem?"
"The problem is," Draco said, "that she has a boyfriend, Dean Thomas."
"A Hogwarts romance is hardly ever serious," Dumbledore replied. "She could easily break up with him, you know, just the way Miss Parkinson broke up with you this morning."
"And then there's the fact that our families despise each other," Draco said. "Come on, Professor. You were in the Order of the Phoenix. You know how much the Malfoys are despised."
"I'm not partial to dark wizards myself."
"I'm not one," Draco replied honestly. "I wanted to be, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't join the Dark Lord." When Dumbledore continued to look skeptically, Draco raised the left sleeve of his robe. "See, Professor? There's no Dark Mark on me."
Dumbledore squinted through his half-moon glasses. "No, I suppose there isn't. I believe I've misjudged you, Mr. Malfoy, based on your family. I give you my deepest apologies. Even I can make a mistake."
"It's okay," Draco said, "but the problem now is that the Weasleys will still think of me as a dark wizard, whether I really worked for the Dark Lord or not!"
"Perhaps the love between you and Miss Weasley can end that age-old feud..."