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."**
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, this story has been on hiatus for a while. It was released in whole at DarkMark.com, but only partially released here on FanFiction.net, due to my focus on original works, including my two novels, A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz and The Steamer Titanic. I would love for you to read it;
PART TEN:
The large grandfather clock in the foyer struck five o'clock.
"It looks fine, Draco," Blaise assured. "Ginny's going to love it. Trust me."
"Do you think so?" Draco asked nervously, as he adjusted the vases of roses on the railing. He grinned. "It's going to be a romantic wedding night, I can tell already. I can't wait until she gets up here." He turned to his cousin. "We're going to be so happy together, aren't we?"
"But what happens when the Weasleys find out?" Blaise asked. Draco nearly knocked one of the vases off, onto the prefect balcony three stories below.
"Come again?" he asked, in a hushed, falsetto voice.
"I said, what happens when the Weasleys find out? They're here today, on campus. What if they see you and her?" Blaise asked. "They hate our family, Draco. They're enemies to the core. There's no changing their minds."
"There is," Draco told his cousin. "When they see the love that we share, they may change their minds about each other. That should be good enough for them, isn't it? I'm sure that my parents and Ginny's parents care about us being happy more than they care about some silly old family feud."
"But, Draco, what if that doesn't work-"
"No buts," Draco replied quickly. "Blaise, it doesn't matter. I love Ginny more than anything else, and her family, and mine, will just accept that."
"You're bold, Draco Malfoy," Blaise grinned. "Definitely bold." He grinned. "I'll be down on the prefects' balcony."
"Not spying on us?" Draco asked, half-jokingly; the prefects' balcony was right below the astronomy tower.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Blaise winked. "Have a nice wedding night, Draco." He hopped on his Nimbus 2001, and flew down to the balcony below.
Five minutes later, Draco heard footsteps ascending the ladder.
"Venus? Ginny, love, is that you?" Draco called. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, as he stared off at the scenery in front of him, "I'm so glad that you were able to make it. I thought that, with your parents here, you wouldn't manage to meet me. Tonight's going to be so romantic-"
"I'm not Ginny," snarled a voice behind him. Draco turned around and came face to face with Ron Weasley.
"So, Malfoy, you've been seeing my sister behind my back, eh?"
"We're in love, Weasley," Draco replied softly. "I love her, and she loves me."
"No she doesn't," Ron snapped. "I know you've done something to her. I know you did, Malfoy!"
"I swear, I did nothing," Draco answered. "Weasley, come on. Is it so hard to accept the fact that maybe your little sister has feelings for a Malfoy?"
"She could never love a Malfoy," Ron snapped. "All Malfoys are evil, conniving, and selfish. Just like you, Draco. You deserve to rot in hell. Then, perhaps, Ginny will be free from your curse!" He drew his wand. "Prepare to die, Draco Malfoy."
"I'm not going to fight you," Draco replied. "I could never kill the brother of the woman that I love so much."
"But she doesn't love you," Ron shot. "Not one bit." He gave Draco a sneering glare. "I bet you tricked her into all of this! I bet you had your little pet Snape concoct a love potion for you, or I bet you are blackmailing her, or you raped her, or-"
"She's loves me, Ron," Draco said, calling Ron by his first name for the first time ever.
"She hates you, Malfoy. She hates all Malfoys."
"Then I suppose our wedding this morning was nothing?"
"Wedding?" Ron gasped, in a meek, falsetto voice. He quickly hid his surprise. "If she loves you so much, where is she right now?"
"I suppose that you've had Potter or Granger or perhaps one of your parents stall her so that you could give me your little oration," Draco answered calmly. "But, at any rate, I believe that her tardiness is your doing."
"It's her doing," Ron lied. "She told me to come up here and teach you a lesson in manners, and how a woman should be treated."
"I treat her better than you do."
"Malfoys treat everyone like shit," Ron snapped. "And you know it."
"Then why am I not fighting you? God knows I would leap at the chance to rid you from the world once and for all. But I love Ginny, and I know she loves you, so I'll keep my wand to myself."
Ron stood there for a minute, open mouthed, not sure of exactly how to respond. He finally realized that his safest bet would be not to respond at all. "You are never to come near my sister again, do you hear, Draco Malfoy? You are never to bother her again. She never loved you, Malfoy. It was all some terrible trick! You're never to see her again."
"I will continue to see my wife as long as I have a brain."
"So not very long, then," Ron growled, digging the end of his wand into Draco's forehead. "You're going to die, Draco Malfoy, right here. Right now, on this tower."
"I'm not fighting you," Draco replied again, as casually as possible, in lieu of the circumstances. "You'll have to kill me, and then live with the burden forever, knowing you killed the only man Ginny Weasley will ever love!"
"Avada Kedavra!" Ron shouted.
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."**
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, this story has been on hiatus for a while. It was released in whole at DarkMark.com, but only partially released here on FanFiction.net, due to my focus on original works, including my two novels, A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz and The Steamer Titanic. I would love for you to read it;
PART TEN:
The large grandfather clock in the foyer struck five o'clock.
"It looks fine, Draco," Blaise assured. "Ginny's going to love it. Trust me."
"Do you think so?" Draco asked nervously, as he adjusted the vases of roses on the railing. He grinned. "It's going to be a romantic wedding night, I can tell already. I can't wait until she gets up here." He turned to his cousin. "We're going to be so happy together, aren't we?"
"But what happens when the Weasleys find out?" Blaise asked. Draco nearly knocked one of the vases off, onto the prefect balcony three stories below.
"Come again?" he asked, in a hushed, falsetto voice.
"I said, what happens when the Weasleys find out? They're here today, on campus. What if they see you and her?" Blaise asked. "They hate our family, Draco. They're enemies to the core. There's no changing their minds."
"There is," Draco told his cousin. "When they see the love that we share, they may change their minds about each other. That should be good enough for them, isn't it? I'm sure that my parents and Ginny's parents care about us being happy more than they care about some silly old family feud."
"But, Draco, what if that doesn't work-"
"No buts," Draco replied quickly. "Blaise, it doesn't matter. I love Ginny more than anything else, and her family, and mine, will just accept that."
"You're bold, Draco Malfoy," Blaise grinned. "Definitely bold." He grinned. "I'll be down on the prefects' balcony."
"Not spying on us?" Draco asked, half-jokingly; the prefects' balcony was right below the astronomy tower.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Blaise winked. "Have a nice wedding night, Draco." He hopped on his Nimbus 2001, and flew down to the balcony below.
Five minutes later, Draco heard footsteps ascending the ladder.
"Venus? Ginny, love, is that you?" Draco called. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, as he stared off at the scenery in front of him, "I'm so glad that you were able to make it. I thought that, with your parents here, you wouldn't manage to meet me. Tonight's going to be so romantic-"
"I'm not Ginny," snarled a voice behind him. Draco turned around and came face to face with Ron Weasley.
"So, Malfoy, you've been seeing my sister behind my back, eh?"
"We're in love, Weasley," Draco replied softly. "I love her, and she loves me."
"No she doesn't," Ron snapped. "I know you've done something to her. I know you did, Malfoy!"
"I swear, I did nothing," Draco answered. "Weasley, come on. Is it so hard to accept the fact that maybe your little sister has feelings for a Malfoy?"
"She could never love a Malfoy," Ron snapped. "All Malfoys are evil, conniving, and selfish. Just like you, Draco. You deserve to rot in hell. Then, perhaps, Ginny will be free from your curse!" He drew his wand. "Prepare to die, Draco Malfoy."
"I'm not going to fight you," Draco replied. "I could never kill the brother of the woman that I love so much."
"But she doesn't love you," Ron shot. "Not one bit." He gave Draco a sneering glare. "I bet you tricked her into all of this! I bet you had your little pet Snape concoct a love potion for you, or I bet you are blackmailing her, or you raped her, or-"
"She's loves me, Ron," Draco said, calling Ron by his first name for the first time ever.
"She hates you, Malfoy. She hates all Malfoys."
"Then I suppose our wedding this morning was nothing?"
"Wedding?" Ron gasped, in a meek, falsetto voice. He quickly hid his surprise. "If she loves you so much, where is she right now?"
"I suppose that you've had Potter or Granger or perhaps one of your parents stall her so that you could give me your little oration," Draco answered calmly. "But, at any rate, I believe that her tardiness is your doing."
"It's her doing," Ron lied. "She told me to come up here and teach you a lesson in manners, and how a woman should be treated."
"I treat her better than you do."
"Malfoys treat everyone like shit," Ron snapped. "And you know it."
"Then why am I not fighting you? God knows I would leap at the chance to rid you from the world once and for all. But I love Ginny, and I know she loves you, so I'll keep my wand to myself."
Ron stood there for a minute, open mouthed, not sure of exactly how to respond. He finally realized that his safest bet would be not to respond at all. "You are never to come near my sister again, do you hear, Draco Malfoy? You are never to bother her again. She never loved you, Malfoy. It was all some terrible trick! You're never to see her again."
"I will continue to see my wife as long as I have a brain."
"So not very long, then," Ron growled, digging the end of his wand into Draco's forehead. "You're going to die, Draco Malfoy, right here. Right now, on this tower."
"I'm not fighting you," Draco replied again, as casually as possible, in lieu of the circumstances. "You'll have to kill me, and then live with the burden forever, knowing you killed the only man Ginny Weasley will ever love!"
"Avada Kedavra!" Ron shouted.