Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the story's characters. I also do not own Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

Warning: This is a Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter slash (a male/male relationship). IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

Chapter 1

Adventures in Diagon Alley

It was a beautiful spring day in Hogwarts. The sun shined bright in the clear blue sky, and a soft warm wind was blowing from the west. The villagers of Hogwarts found days like these better spent outside. Diagon Alley was much busier then usual. Large colorful signs enticed the people into the tall brick shops. Crowds stood by the windows to look at the new merchandise. Chatty costumers stood by the many vending carts that were placed on the cobble lanes. Children were playing in the streets, eating ice cream, and playing wizard's chess on park tables. The women were outside drinking tea and gossiping about the latest news and discussing the latest robe fashions. Owls were flying everywhere delivering post and packages. Cats were scurrying about. Random things were levitating in the air. Friendly broom races were being held by the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw kids. Magical energy pulsated through the air. All and all, it was a normal day in magical Diagon Alley.

Among the throng of people about were the young, dimwitted and rowdy Slytherins Crabbe and Goyle, both of whom were laughing and making rude noises to the Gryffindor women that passed them by. They had been walking around aimlessly for nearly an hour, stuffing their chubby unsightly faces with any piece of junk they could find.

"Must we go back to that candy store Goyle? I want to have some fun," asked an exasperated Crabbe. Crabbe positively hated not causing any type of mischief.

"What kind of fun," said Goyle rolling his eyes at his companion. Chocolate was smeared all around his mouth.

"That kind of fun," smirked Crabbe, pointing to the two Gryffindor boys leaving the broom shop. "You were the one who said that you wanted to practice that new curse you learned from our Lord Voldemort. Well, now is your chance. 'Quarrel, I will back thee.' " Crabbe, as well as all the Slytherins, abhorred the Gryffindors. Any sort of devilry towards them made his day worthwhile. (AN 1)

"Oh, this should be fun. Come follow me," Goyle leered. "Take my lead and we'll make it look like those two Gryffindors started the fight."

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Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were talking excitedly about the new broom models that just came out in spring. In fact, the two best friends came specifically to Diagon Alley this morning to check out the brooms. They were the epitome of Gryffindorness; they never looked for trouble, and they always tried to be polite and courteous to everyone, except any Slytherin. Both Gryffindors usually had a sweet and boyish disposition, but as they were walking from the shop, they saw two very large somebodies blocking their path and giving them rather vulgar gestures with their wands. The Gryffindors stopped where they were walking and watched the two bags of flab with narrowed eyes.

Dean, sensing that Seamus would start an argument that would probably cause trouble, decided to speak first because he was more even-tempered. "Is there a problem gentlemen? We were just on our.."

Before Dean could finish speaking, Seamus cut him off. " Is there a problem you fat pieces of lard because if there is not, could you please move you hairy arses out of our way," he spat. Dean, knowing that trouble was about to erupt, sighed and felt for his ward in his burgundy robes and raised it so that the Slytherins could see.

Crabbe, turning red with suppressed anger, spoke. " Are you pointing your wand at us for a duel because I warn you that we have learned magic from the great Voldemort, so it would be best if you lowered it especially if you learned magic from that do-gooder fool Dumbledore," he sneered. All the Gryffindors in the Alley that heard what Crabbe said about their leader Dumbledore began to reach for their wands, and the Slytherins began to creep around Dean and Seamus hopping to hex them while they were caught unaware. All activity seemed to stop in the Alley; people watched on in morbid fascination at the fight that was about to break out. They knew a fight was going to start because this sort of thing happened quite frequently. Many of the wiser people, mostly Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, knew that it was time to hide. Parents began to grab their children and lead them away from the upcoming clash.

At Crabbe's words, Seamus pointed his wand at the Slytherin. Then, Goyle pointed his wand at Dean. For a while, no one spoke as they stared at each other warily.

"Is Dumbledore so inferior then Voldemort that we should be afraid of those worthless tricks that that lunatic taught you," Seamus shrieked. "We have learned far much more from Dumbledore then that idiot who taught you."

Unfortunately, when Seamus made this remark, several of Slytherins that were standing behind him hexed him behind his back. Dean, who saw his friend hit by a curse in the back of the head, started hexing as many Slytherins as he could.

Pandemonium soon broke out in the Alley. People were throwing hexes and curses left and right. The Hufflepuffs and the Ravenclaws were trying to run away as swiftly as they could, although some were unlucky and got hit by stray curses. More and more Slytherins and Gryffindors were joining the fight. Some stopped using their wand, preferring a more physical confrontation. The shop windows were blown to pieces, smoke from the curses was permeating the air, people were screaming and crying from everywhere. Unconscious bodies littered the ground. Children were separated from their mothers and were wailing in the middle of the street. Yells and curse words were screamed throughout the Alley.

When Dean saw what was happening, he quickly apparated to Gryffindor territory to get backup. As he did this, more Slytherins apparated to the sight to join the struggle. Soon, the Potters were fighting the Malfoys, the Weasleys were fighting the Parkinsons, the Creeveys were fighting the Macnairs and so on.

As the fighting escalated, one brave soul was trying to make her way through the center of the fight. She had to stop the dueling before any of them got in serious trouble with the ministry. Dodging spells and pushing through the crowd, Hermione Granger stood on a table in front of the ice cream shop. Using the sonorus charmHermione yelled so that the entire Alley could hear her. " 'Part, fools! Put up your wands; you know not what you do.' The minister of magic has outlawed this fighting in Hogwarts streets! Can't we try to settle this reasonably?" (AN2)

As she was speaking, the crowds parted to let someone else through. Before Hermione knew it, a wand was being pointed directly at her forehead. There, sneering at her was the rather ugly Marcus Flint in his green and silver cloak. Out of all the Slytherins, he was the most skilled in dueling, second after Voldemort. He was, in fact, the grandson of the Dark Lord, and everything the Dark Lord knew, he taught to Marcus. Hermione, though she is the smartest young witch of all the Gryffindor youths, was not nearly as skilled in dueling as Flint. She stared wide-eyed at the wand pointed to her forehead and cursed herself for getting into this situation.

" 'What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Granger, look upon thy death,' " said Flint. " Or are the brave Gryffindors all talk and no action?" The Gryffindors that heard this comment yelled at him in outrage, but they dared not hex him. Voldemort would surely hunt down anyone that harmed his beloved grandson. (AN3)

"I am just trying to keep the peace. Please, put away your wand and help me tend to the wounded," she stuttered.

Flint along with his friends Nott and Zabini looked at her in amazement and then laughed callously in her face. "Peace! I did not come here for peace," cried Flint. Before Hermione knew it, she was being hexed by Blaise Zabini.

Ron Weasley, one of Hermione's dearest friends, lunged at Zabini and hit him in the face, and Neville Longbottom pushed Nott on the ground. Soon, the riot continued as strong as before.

Before things got too deadly, red warning flares were shot into the sky. Everyone involved in the fight was soon surrounded by aparrating (sp?) aurors, witches and wizards chosen by the minister to keep the peace. Minister Fudge of Hogwarts was there with them as well. Fudge stood in shock and horror at what he was seeing. He had already warned the Slytherins and the Gryffindors against open dueling, but they would not listen. His usually cool composure was shot, and he looked quite disheveled after being pushed around by the unruly crowd.

" This is the third civil brawl I have had to break between you all and I have had enough!" the minister yelled. He turned to Lucius Malfoy and James Potter. " Are the two of you not old and mature enough to help to keep the peace?" The minister sighed and tiredly rubbed the bride of his nose. If he had known all the damage the Slytherins and the Gryffindors would cause while he was in office, he would never have accepted the role as minister. " Go now and tend to the injured; those who need to be taken to St. Mungos should follow the aurors. And, I want to talk to the two of you later today," he said looking at Lucius and James, "because there must be something you two can do to stop this ridiculousness. But next time this happens, I will throw you all in Azkaban without a trial!" The minister apparated away in a huff, leaving the aggravated Slytherins and Gryffindors under the watch of the aurors.

(AN 1,2,3) All quotes from Romeo and Juliet, Act 1. Scene 1