OUR OWN OLYMPUS
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
Well, Part 9 was certainly unexpected, wasn't it? Sorry to all you Ron fans about his demise. A little allusion to the real "Romeo & Juliet"- Ron was Tybalt (a Capulet) and Blaise was Mercucio (a Montague), who were both involved in a duel over Romeo attending the Capulet (or in this case, the Gryffindor) party the night before.
Keep reading. We're not done yet; still 7 more chapters. But the rising action is getting steeper, yes? Review, please! Let me know if I extracted any emotion at all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've updated my original novel "The Steamer Titanic" and I ask you to read it. That story, as well as my nearly-completed "A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz" are both similar in style to "Our Own Olympus;" if you like this, you're bound to like those. The link to my FictionPress.com (sister site to FanFiction.net) site is:
PART TWELVE:
"Why did he kill Ron?" Ginny cried, burying her face in her pillows. Harry and Hermione stood next to her, both quite distraught from the news of their best friend's death, though they had passed through hysterics and into a strange calmness.
"He's a bastard," Harry said. "He's a god damn bastard! Your mum was right, Ginny. All of those Malfoys are bad news. You better stay away from them."
"But he promised so much to me," Ginny cried. "He said we were going to have our own Olympus," she cried, "until he killed Ron. And I don't think I could ever forgive him for that. How can anyone who loves me kill my brother?"
"I'm new to this poetic crap," Harry said. "What do you mean by Olympus?" Hermione and Ginny both scowled at him for abruptly taking the romance out of the air.
"It means," Ginny said, "that we were going to live forever, in a paradise, overlooking the entire world, where we can be together, just him and me, forever." She began to cry again. "Our own Olympus..."
"Oh," Harry muttered. "Ginny, you need to forget about Draco. You're much too good for that murdering little Slytherin twit."
"But I think I love him, Harry," Ginny cried.
"He killed Ron, Ginny!" Harry gasped. "How can you possibly forgive him for that?"
"He couldn't have done it just out of sheer evilness," Ginny said quietly. "No. There had to be something else." She glanced at Harry. "Harry, you were the last one to talk to Ron before he... he... died. What did he say about Draco?"
"He said you were being deceived by Malfoy," Harry said. "And he went to put a stop to it."
"But I wasn't!" Ginny exclaimed. "With Draco, I was happier than I had ever been before in my life. I truly was, Harry. Why didn't Ron just come and talk to me about it? He would've seen how much I cared about Draco." She wiped her eyes. "It would've spared him his life."
"Ron was in denial," Hermione blurted.
Harry glared at her. "Don't you dare insult Ron's memory like that!"
"He was," Hermione continued meekly. "He hated Malfoy, and it was the grudge between the Malfoys and the Weasleys that made him refuse to accept the fact that you, Ginny, had fallen for him. Haven't you seen Ron and Malfoy? They were always at each others' throats, insulting each others' families... I don't think Ron could bear to see you with him." She looked into Ginny's eyes sternly. "But how could he be any other way? You saw how your parents acted when they saw Ron's body. They jumped to accuse Malfoy."
"But Malfoy did kill Ron," Harry answered. "He all but admitted to it to Dumbledore."
"What if Ron attacked Malfoy?" Hermione asked. She glanced at Ginny. "Ginny, if Malfoy really does love you, do you think he would just go and attack Ron?"
"No."
"But," Hermione continued, "would Ron, overcome with rage and fury that the son of the family's enemy was in love with his sister, attack Malfoy?"
Ginny said nothing. "I've made a terrible mistake. I have to find Draco. He's my love. And I trust that he had a good reason to k-kill Ron. I love him, and I have to find him."
"Good luck," Harry said sarcastically. "Your father works for the Ministry of Magic! He's probably had this whole place under guard, so that Draco won't sneak back in."
"Not the whole place," said a familiar voice behind them. They all turned around, and saw Draco standing behind them, looking particularly happy. "I couldn't let my Venus climb up Olympus on her own, could I? On the night of our wedding?"
Ginny leapt up from the bed, and wrapped her arms tightly around Draco. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not," Draco said. "You're going to stay here." He kissed her on the cheek. "I'll come back for you, I promise. They can't keep the search out forever, can they?"
"But the Ministry of Magic-" Ginny began.
"They'll want my guts," Draco said, "unless I leave the country. They have no power if I go abroad. I can live freely anywhere I choose, outside of Britain. I won't even have to use an alias, or leave my wealth behind. For such a menial crime like the one I committed, Fudge will be satisfied if he runs me out of the country."
"We," Ginny corrected. "We are going to live outside of Britain, Draco. Not you. But we."
"I can't escape with you," Draco told her. "What if I'm caught? No. It isn't safe yet for me to take you. Ginny, right now your place is here, with your family."
"My place is with you!" she cried.
"No questions tonight," Draco smiled at her. "Save them for the morning." He kissed her. "I promised you a romantic wedding night, didn't I?"
"You did," Ginny replied.
"Well, then I'm going to give you one." He turned to Harry and Hermione. "Could we possibly-"
"Say no more," Hermione said. She pulled Harry out of the dormitory.
Ginny turned back to her husband.
"Draco, I can't believe that you came back," she smiled, hugging him tightly. "They must still be looking for you."
"They are," Draco replied, "but I couldn't bear to be apart from you tonight. I promised, after all."
"But you didn't have to," Ginny answered. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. With a twinkle in her eye, she added, "But I'm glad you did."
To Be Continued
Well, Part 9 was certainly unexpected, wasn't it? Sorry to all you Ron fans about his demise. A little allusion to the real "Romeo & Juliet"- Ron was Tybalt (a Capulet) and Blaise was Mercucio (a Montague), who were both involved in a duel over Romeo attending the Capulet (or in this case, the Gryffindor) party the night before.
Keep reading. We're not done yet; still 7 more chapters. But the rising action is getting steeper, yes? Review, please! Let me know if I extracted any emotion at all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've updated my original novel "The Steamer Titanic" and I ask you to read it. That story, as well as my nearly-completed "A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz" are both similar in style to "Our Own Olympus;" if you like this, you're bound to like those. The link to my FictionPress.com (sister site to FanFiction.net) site is:
PART TWELVE:
"Why did he kill Ron?" Ginny cried, burying her face in her pillows. Harry and Hermione stood next to her, both quite distraught from the news of their best friend's death, though they had passed through hysterics and into a strange calmness.
"He's a bastard," Harry said. "He's a god damn bastard! Your mum was right, Ginny. All of those Malfoys are bad news. You better stay away from them."
"But he promised so much to me," Ginny cried. "He said we were going to have our own Olympus," she cried, "until he killed Ron. And I don't think I could ever forgive him for that. How can anyone who loves me kill my brother?"
"I'm new to this poetic crap," Harry said. "What do you mean by Olympus?" Hermione and Ginny both scowled at him for abruptly taking the romance out of the air.
"It means," Ginny said, "that we were going to live forever, in a paradise, overlooking the entire world, where we can be together, just him and me, forever." She began to cry again. "Our own Olympus..."
"Oh," Harry muttered. "Ginny, you need to forget about Draco. You're much too good for that murdering little Slytherin twit."
"But I think I love him, Harry," Ginny cried.
"He killed Ron, Ginny!" Harry gasped. "How can you possibly forgive him for that?"
"He couldn't have done it just out of sheer evilness," Ginny said quietly. "No. There had to be something else." She glanced at Harry. "Harry, you were the last one to talk to Ron before he... he... died. What did he say about Draco?"
"He said you were being deceived by Malfoy," Harry said. "And he went to put a stop to it."
"But I wasn't!" Ginny exclaimed. "With Draco, I was happier than I had ever been before in my life. I truly was, Harry. Why didn't Ron just come and talk to me about it? He would've seen how much I cared about Draco." She wiped her eyes. "It would've spared him his life."
"Ron was in denial," Hermione blurted.
Harry glared at her. "Don't you dare insult Ron's memory like that!"
"He was," Hermione continued meekly. "He hated Malfoy, and it was the grudge between the Malfoys and the Weasleys that made him refuse to accept the fact that you, Ginny, had fallen for him. Haven't you seen Ron and Malfoy? They were always at each others' throats, insulting each others' families... I don't think Ron could bear to see you with him." She looked into Ginny's eyes sternly. "But how could he be any other way? You saw how your parents acted when they saw Ron's body. They jumped to accuse Malfoy."
"But Malfoy did kill Ron," Harry answered. "He all but admitted to it to Dumbledore."
"What if Ron attacked Malfoy?" Hermione asked. She glanced at Ginny. "Ginny, if Malfoy really does love you, do you think he would just go and attack Ron?"
"No."
"But," Hermione continued, "would Ron, overcome with rage and fury that the son of the family's enemy was in love with his sister, attack Malfoy?"
Ginny said nothing. "I've made a terrible mistake. I have to find Draco. He's my love. And I trust that he had a good reason to k-kill Ron. I love him, and I have to find him."
"Good luck," Harry said sarcastically. "Your father works for the Ministry of Magic! He's probably had this whole place under guard, so that Draco won't sneak back in."
"Not the whole place," said a familiar voice behind them. They all turned around, and saw Draco standing behind them, looking particularly happy. "I couldn't let my Venus climb up Olympus on her own, could I? On the night of our wedding?"
Ginny leapt up from the bed, and wrapped her arms tightly around Draco. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not," Draco said. "You're going to stay here." He kissed her on the cheek. "I'll come back for you, I promise. They can't keep the search out forever, can they?"
"But the Ministry of Magic-" Ginny began.
"They'll want my guts," Draco said, "unless I leave the country. They have no power if I go abroad. I can live freely anywhere I choose, outside of Britain. I won't even have to use an alias, or leave my wealth behind. For such a menial crime like the one I committed, Fudge will be satisfied if he runs me out of the country."
"We," Ginny corrected. "We are going to live outside of Britain, Draco. Not you. But we."
"I can't escape with you," Draco told her. "What if I'm caught? No. It isn't safe yet for me to take you. Ginny, right now your place is here, with your family."
"My place is with you!" she cried.
"No questions tonight," Draco smiled at her. "Save them for the morning." He kissed her. "I promised you a romantic wedding night, didn't I?"
"You did," Ginny replied.
"Well, then I'm going to give you one." He turned to Harry and Hermione. "Could we possibly-"
"Say no more," Hermione said. She pulled Harry out of the dormitory.
Ginny turned back to her husband.
"Draco, I can't believe that you came back," she smiled, hugging him tightly. "They must still be looking for you."
"They are," Draco replied, "but I couldn't bear to be apart from you tonight. I promised, after all."
"But you didn't have to," Ginny answered. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. With a twinkle in her eye, she added, "But I'm glad you did."
To Be Continued