Chapter 3, Have A Ball!
It was now night time, when the ball was suppose to take place. And everyone was ready and making their way to the Malfoy's huge castle like home. Harry had his mask on, and made sure Benvolio and Mercutio had their's on. They came in with a croud and there were already massive amounts of people inside. Wearing the most beautiful gowns, and very nice erm...things. (The men in my story aren't going to wear those gross and ugly cups!)
There were people that were engaged in dance, men dancing with ladies. Then Juliet began to walk slowly, and elligantly down a flight of spiral stairs into the ball room. The gown was so beautiful, and she looked as radiant as the sun. Harry's eyes fell onto her and he was in love. Juliet engaged in a dainty group dance.
He walked around the groups of people trying to get a better look at her. But he decided he would dance and maybe he would end up dancing with her. Then suddenly he was swept into the group dance, shifting around dancing with lots of different ladies. But he was intent on getting to dance with Juliet.
I know who Juliet is, it's Jessabelle! Wow, could this get any better. I get to score with her. Hee-hee!
Finally Harry got as he wanted, he was now dancing with Juliet. They both looked at each other, in an odd sort of way. Then as quickly as he was dancing with her she got shifted. Soon afterwards the dance was over and now pairs of people were doing an ellegant dance. Juliet was back on the dance floor dancing with Paris.
The dancing had finished and the people formed a croud around a man and he began to sing. Harry and Juliet were walking around the crouds of people trying to find each other. She was walking and she turned her head to look around and she bumped into Harry. They both looked at each other.
"Jessabelle! Your stuck in this place too? Or are you going to say your name is Juliet?"
"Don't worry, Harry. I am in a way Juliet." she hugged him.
His face looked surprized, but then he wrapped his arms around her and he looked down at her.
"I don't really have the play memorized, Jess. But let me try. Thy lips are like pilgrum's hands. So let thy lips do what thy hands do."
He leaned down to kiss her and she pulled away from him.
"What the hell? I'm suppose to kiss you!" he whined.
"Not in the Franco Seferelli version!" Jess laughed.
Harry grinned, "Never saw it. So I still get to. Oh, erm, thy holy palmers kiss?"
"Oh fine. One kiss, if you want it so bad."
He approched her and put his hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her, she readied and closed her eyes. Then Harry's face got punched and he staggered backwards. When he had his eyes open again he saw that it was Tybalt. Jess walked over to his side giving Tybalt a dirty look.
"Get off thy Lord Voltaire's daughter you dirty scoundrel!" Tybalt drew his sword.
Then Lord Malfoy came out from the croud and put a hand on Tybalt's shoulder. He looked behind him and saw it was his lord. He was about to complain when Lord Malfoy stopped him.
"Now,now, Tybalt. Leave them be." Lord Malfoy commanded.
"B-But m'lord..." he trailed off.
"Just do it! Doth thy disobey thee?"
His head drooped, "Yes, m'lord."
Tybalt left the scene, and Lord Malfoy grinned at Harry then left.
He looked slightly puzzled from all of that comotion, and his face hurt even more from a slap then a punch. His hands took Jess by her hips. Then he pulled her close to him.
"Now how about that kiss?" he said.
"Sorry," She gave a slight smirk " you'll see me later. But nothing is most likely to happen. Time to leave."
Benvolio and Mercutio came and wisked Harry away. They were now infront of the Malfoy's mansion walls. Both of them had gotten drunk while Harry was with Juliet. You could tell, they couldn't talk straight or walk ten feet without vomiting.
"Both ye go on without thee. Thy will catch up later." Harry told his drunken friends.
Benvolio nodded, "Okay...hic see thee later...puke. Let us go hic-hic-puke home. Mercutio...massive puke"
Both of them walked home in a zigzag. While Harry ran back to the mansion wall and found some cracks to climb on. He was then over the wall and he ran to her balcony, she out on it. There was her voice, she was speaking her thoughts. What is called a solilique (SP?).
"Oh how thee longs to be with thy Romeo. Where doth thee be? Thee wishes to be held in thy warm brace. Hold a magical moment of thy kiss, seeming to last forever. Oh where doth thee be? Romeo, oh Romeo, where is my sweet Romeo?"
"Thee is here." he announced.
She looked down at him and looked startled, her face was red as a beet.
"My sweet Romeo?"
He climbed up some vines that were next to the balcony and stepped onto it and took Juliet's hands.
"Yes, thee is here with thy beautiful goddess." he kissed her hand.
"Oh Romeo, thee is truely here? This is not thy mind's trick of thee eye?"
Harry took her in embrace, and then held her out with his hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her again for the millionth time. And this time he succeeded, except Juliet began to kiss him back passionately. But quickly soon after it began to get out of control somewhat. His left hand began to slide down her hip to her bum, he softly was squeezing it. This caused her to pull away.
"HARRY!"
SMACKEROO
"Ow, ow, owie! What the hell was that for? I was just going by the script." he rubbed his face.
"There was no part about Romeo grabbing Juliet's ass!"
"Maybe it was printed in the book in very fine print?" he retorted.
"I don't think so! Don't be stupid Harry!"
Then she walked off into her room and closed the doors and locked them.
"Thee can sleep on thy cold and heartless balcony, thee bastard Romeo. Thy is worth less then a mule's ass!"
He groaned, he knew it was too good to be true. But somehow he knew he was pushing it, yet he still did it anyway. But he didn't know Jess would have a cow and blow up on him like that. Harry lie down on the balcony and layed his head on his arms and went to sleep after a few hours of being awake in thought.
