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."**
QUICK RESPONSE to reviewer Draco Mueller: I do realize Thomas's full name is Dean Thomas, as I mention. The name Dean just wasn't working for me (it reminds me of Dean Jones from those 1960s Disney movies.) so I have the other characters call him by his last name.
ADVERTISEMENT. I am currently writing two original stories on FictionPress.com, "The Steamer Titanic" and "A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz." Both of these are similar, in some ways, to "Our Own Olympus." I ask you to check them out, read them, and review them. At . Thanks!
PART THIRTEEN:
Draco awoke the next morning, his beautiful bride in his arms. "Ginny," he smiled. "Ginny, wake up?"
"Oh, Draco," she said, smiling at him, as she pushed her fiery red ringlet curls behind her ear. "Last night was just wonderful. I don't know quite how to thank you..."
"But I have to go now," Draco told her, and he immediately began dressing in his dark green traveling robes.
"Please, take me with you," Ginny begged. "The very thought of you leaving is just awful."
"If you love me, and trust me, you'll know that I know what I am doing," he said. He smiled at her slightly. "I'm building our Olympus. But I need you to wait here. You can't tell anyone about our marriage, or that we were even in love."
"But when will you come back?"
"When I see the coast is clear," Draco told her. "I'm going to Zurich, and I'll be waiting there until the first chance for me to come and get. Then we can start our lives together, away from everything, especially away from our families." He kissed Ginny swiftly. "We don't have to worry about prejudice any longer, or about them fighting, or about having to give in to their every need. Think about it, Ginny! Think about it! There's a whole big world out there that we haven't yet seen." He kissed her. "But we will. We shall see it all. I love you, Ginny Malfoy."
"Ginny Malfoy," Ginny beamed. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Draco?"
"I wouldn't change a syllable," Draco grinned. He picked up the Nimbus 2001. "Until we meet again, Venus, my goddess of love and beauty, I shall dream about you every second of every minute of every day."
"And, Mars, my husband," Ginny whispered back, "I shall count down each minute until you return."
"Kiss me one last time, Ginny?" Draco asked.
"It won't be the last time, Draco," Ginny promised him, "for we shall be together again."
There shared one last passionate kiss, before Draco set off.
"Ginny!" Molly called, rushing into the dormitory. "Ginny! Oh, good you're awake." She grinned. "I've come to tell you that we've pushed up the wedding between you and Thomas."
"What?"
"Three days," Molly beamed. "I knew that you'd be distraught over losing R- er- your brother, so I figured that there's one thing that can take your mind off of his death. And that would be marriage."
Ginny nodded sadly. It was true; marriage had taken her mind of the terror of Ron's death, but it wasn't marriage to Thomas. It was her marriage to Draco.
"Mum, I don't think I can marry Thomas," Ginny sighed. "I just can't."
"Why not?" Molly gasped. "Don't you realize what a fine match it is between the two of you? And you love him, dear. That's what matters most."
That is what matters most, Ginny thought, but there's no way I can marry him after Draco, my husband, my one true love, promised to come and get me.
"You're just getting cold feet," Molly predicted. "Don't worry, it happens to every couple before they're married."
Not every couple, Ginny thought, hoping desperately that Draco had made it outside of the castle grounds. Not when there's true love. Not when you know, deep down in your heart, that you want to be with that person- that god- for the rest of your life.
"I'll send Hermione up, then, so that she can talk to you, eh?" Molly offered. "She'll comfort you, Ginny, and she'll remind you how much you want to be Mrs. Dean Thomas."
Ginny buried her tear-strewn face into her pillows, as her mother left the dormitory. Ginny knew that she didn't want to be Mrs. Dean Thomas. She wanted to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy, and live a long, happy life with the only man she could truly love.
Hermione entered the room.
"Ginny?" she called softly. "Ginny, your mum said you have a case of cold feet."
"The only thing cold about me is my heart," Ginny answered icily. "And it won't be warm again until Draco returns. Oh, I have no idea what to do, Hermione! I wanted to ask Mum, but I know that I can't; she can't know that I actually married Draco Malfoy."
"Say that Draco didn't make it out of Britain before the Ministry caught him."
Ginny sat up. "What has happened? What've you heard, Hermione?"
"Nothing," Hermione assured her friend. "But it is a possibility, Ginny, isn't it? Draco wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life grieving over him. You're only sixteen, you know, and you have many years ahead of you."
"So you think I should marry Thomas?" Ginny gasped.
"Just go on as if Draco were dead," Hermione said. "It's a good match with Thomas, isn't it? Your parents seem to like him, and he's good looking-"
"No!" Ginny shouted. "That's terrible advice, Hermione! I can't believe you would even-" She let out an angry cry. "Get out of my room!"
"Ginny-"
"No!" Ginny screeched. "Out!'
Hermione obliged, and exited, just as Harry entered the room.
"Go away, Harry!" Ginny shouted, and threw a pillow at him. "I don't want to see you! I don't want to see any god damn person right now!"
"Ginny, I hate Malfoy," Harry said.
"Well, then you must hate me too," Ginny snapped. "Because I love him. I love him more than I love myself."
"But," Harry continued loudly, "you've been like a sister to me, Ginny, for the last seven years. And now that Ron has been murdered-" He paused and took a deep gulp of air, to regain his composure. "Now that Ron is gone, I feel like I really am your brother." He smiled at her. "So I'm going to help you bring him back."
"How?" Ginny grinned excitedly.
"Well, first off," Harry told her, "continue with your engagement to Thomas like nothing's wrong."
"But I want to be with Draco!"
"You will, you will," Harry replied. "On the night before your wedding, you're going to poison yourself-"
"I'm not poisoning myself, Harry! I'm not stupid! Draco's coming back for me!"
"No, not real poison," Harry explained. "But Professor Snape was showing us how to make a temporary stunning potion. The person wakes up, after looking dead for five hours."
"That's amazing!" Ginny grinned. "But we can't get our hands on that potion!"
Harry wiggled a small flask, half filled with bubbling pink liquid. A big letter 'P' attached to it.
"Snape gave me a 'poor' on it," Harry explained. "But that's a load of crap; it works. But it isn't enough. But I'm sure I can make more. I have some leftover ingredients." He saw Ginny's expression. "It works, Ginny. You know Snape. He just had to give me 'poor.'"
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked nervously. "Are you sure it works?"
"Positive," Harry replied. "It worked on Hedwig."
"Well," Ginny sighed. "But then what?"
"Then," Harry grinned, "I send Hedwig with a note to Draco, telling him to meet me at the Hogwarts tomb at midnight. From there, we can break you out, and you're free to go live with Draco, wherever you want. Both families will think you died."
"That's genius," Ginny smiled. "That's completely genius, Harry. Did you think it up?"
"I have been accepted to Auror's School, you know," Harry said. "Of course, I thought of it all myself. How could I not?"
"Thank you," Ginny said, hugging him. "Harry, I don't know how to repay you."
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."**
QUICK RESPONSE to reviewer Draco Mueller: I do realize Thomas's full name is Dean Thomas, as I mention. The name Dean just wasn't working for me (it reminds me of Dean Jones from those 1960s Disney movies.) so I have the other characters call him by his last name.
ADVERTISEMENT. I am currently writing two original stories on FictionPress.com, "The Steamer Titanic" and "A Little Greed, A Little Murder, A Little Jazz." Both of these are similar, in some ways, to "Our Own Olympus." I ask you to check them out, read them, and review them. At . Thanks!
PART THIRTEEN:
Draco awoke the next morning, his beautiful bride in his arms. "Ginny," he smiled. "Ginny, wake up?"
"Oh, Draco," she said, smiling at him, as she pushed her fiery red ringlet curls behind her ear. "Last night was just wonderful. I don't know quite how to thank you..."
"But I have to go now," Draco told her, and he immediately began dressing in his dark green traveling robes.
"Please, take me with you," Ginny begged. "The very thought of you leaving is just awful."
"If you love me, and trust me, you'll know that I know what I am doing," he said. He smiled at her slightly. "I'm building our Olympus. But I need you to wait here. You can't tell anyone about our marriage, or that we were even in love."
"But when will you come back?"
"When I see the coast is clear," Draco told her. "I'm going to Zurich, and I'll be waiting there until the first chance for me to come and get. Then we can start our lives together, away from everything, especially away from our families." He kissed Ginny swiftly. "We don't have to worry about prejudice any longer, or about them fighting, or about having to give in to their every need. Think about it, Ginny! Think about it! There's a whole big world out there that we haven't yet seen." He kissed her. "But we will. We shall see it all. I love you, Ginny Malfoy."
"Ginny Malfoy," Ginny beamed. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Draco?"
"I wouldn't change a syllable," Draco grinned. He picked up the Nimbus 2001. "Until we meet again, Venus, my goddess of love and beauty, I shall dream about you every second of every minute of every day."
"And, Mars, my husband," Ginny whispered back, "I shall count down each minute until you return."
"Kiss me one last time, Ginny?" Draco asked.
"It won't be the last time, Draco," Ginny promised him, "for we shall be together again."
There shared one last passionate kiss, before Draco set off.
"Ginny!" Molly called, rushing into the dormitory. "Ginny! Oh, good you're awake." She grinned. "I've come to tell you that we've pushed up the wedding between you and Thomas."
"What?"
"Three days," Molly beamed. "I knew that you'd be distraught over losing R- er- your brother, so I figured that there's one thing that can take your mind off of his death. And that would be marriage."
Ginny nodded sadly. It was true; marriage had taken her mind of the terror of Ron's death, but it wasn't marriage to Thomas. It was her marriage to Draco.
"Mum, I don't think I can marry Thomas," Ginny sighed. "I just can't."
"Why not?" Molly gasped. "Don't you realize what a fine match it is between the two of you? And you love him, dear. That's what matters most."
That is what matters most, Ginny thought, but there's no way I can marry him after Draco, my husband, my one true love, promised to come and get me.
"You're just getting cold feet," Molly predicted. "Don't worry, it happens to every couple before they're married."
Not every couple, Ginny thought, hoping desperately that Draco had made it outside of the castle grounds. Not when there's true love. Not when you know, deep down in your heart, that you want to be with that person- that god- for the rest of your life.
"I'll send Hermione up, then, so that she can talk to you, eh?" Molly offered. "She'll comfort you, Ginny, and she'll remind you how much you want to be Mrs. Dean Thomas."
Ginny buried her tear-strewn face into her pillows, as her mother left the dormitory. Ginny knew that she didn't want to be Mrs. Dean Thomas. She wanted to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy, and live a long, happy life with the only man she could truly love.
Hermione entered the room.
"Ginny?" she called softly. "Ginny, your mum said you have a case of cold feet."
"The only thing cold about me is my heart," Ginny answered icily. "And it won't be warm again until Draco returns. Oh, I have no idea what to do, Hermione! I wanted to ask Mum, but I know that I can't; she can't know that I actually married Draco Malfoy."
"Say that Draco didn't make it out of Britain before the Ministry caught him."
Ginny sat up. "What has happened? What've you heard, Hermione?"
"Nothing," Hermione assured her friend. "But it is a possibility, Ginny, isn't it? Draco wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life grieving over him. You're only sixteen, you know, and you have many years ahead of you."
"So you think I should marry Thomas?" Ginny gasped.
"Just go on as if Draco were dead," Hermione said. "It's a good match with Thomas, isn't it? Your parents seem to like him, and he's good looking-"
"No!" Ginny shouted. "That's terrible advice, Hermione! I can't believe you would even-" She let out an angry cry. "Get out of my room!"
"Ginny-"
"No!" Ginny screeched. "Out!'
Hermione obliged, and exited, just as Harry entered the room.
"Go away, Harry!" Ginny shouted, and threw a pillow at him. "I don't want to see you! I don't want to see any god damn person right now!"
"Ginny, I hate Malfoy," Harry said.
"Well, then you must hate me too," Ginny snapped. "Because I love him. I love him more than I love myself."
"But," Harry continued loudly, "you've been like a sister to me, Ginny, for the last seven years. And now that Ron has been murdered-" He paused and took a deep gulp of air, to regain his composure. "Now that Ron is gone, I feel like I really am your brother." He smiled at her. "So I'm going to help you bring him back."
"How?" Ginny grinned excitedly.
"Well, first off," Harry told her, "continue with your engagement to Thomas like nothing's wrong."
"But I want to be with Draco!"
"You will, you will," Harry replied. "On the night before your wedding, you're going to poison yourself-"
"I'm not poisoning myself, Harry! I'm not stupid! Draco's coming back for me!"
"No, not real poison," Harry explained. "But Professor Snape was showing us how to make a temporary stunning potion. The person wakes up, after looking dead for five hours."
"That's amazing!" Ginny grinned. "But we can't get our hands on that potion!"
Harry wiggled a small flask, half filled with bubbling pink liquid. A big letter 'P' attached to it.
"Snape gave me a 'poor' on it," Harry explained. "But that's a load of crap; it works. But it isn't enough. But I'm sure I can make more. I have some leftover ingredients." He saw Ginny's expression. "It works, Ginny. You know Snape. He just had to give me 'poor.'"
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked nervously. "Are you sure it works?"
"Positive," Harry replied. "It worked on Hedwig."
"Well," Ginny sighed. "But then what?"
"Then," Harry grinned, "I send Hedwig with a note to Draco, telling him to meet me at the Hogwarts tomb at midnight. From there, we can break you out, and you're free to go live with Draco, wherever you want. Both families will think you died."
"That's genius," Ginny smiled. "That's completely genius, Harry. Did you think it up?"
"I have been accepted to Auror's School, you know," Harry said. "Of course, I thought of it all myself. How could I not?"
"Thank you," Ginny said, hugging him. "Harry, I don't know how to repay you."