A/N – another DM/HG fic… you know the drill, may not be able to update cuz of MSS, otherwise known as Multiple Story Syndrome. Thank you all for the reviews… I got five, which isn't too bad. I would like more tho… thank you's will be at the bottom.
Summary – A play is being but on at HSoWaW. And you'll never guess who gets what parts. A funny little fic about how opposites attracted.
Rating – PG-13… for now
Disclaimer – Harry Potter… not mine. R&J… not mine. wipes away a stray tear
Just Like Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 2 The Spark that lit the Fire
Finally, after about two weeks, all the plans were in order. The minute after the idea was sparked, the school was buzzing with the idea. It seemed that mostly everyone thought the idea was great. Hermione was the most excited of them all; the professor had given her the part of assistant director. Hermione thought it was great, since she knew she couldn't act at all and she did want to be involved in this.
Draco was still stuck on the part of Romeo. He was so full of himself. He knew he was good, and strangely enough he was. Hermione had heard him practicing lines in his room and it sounded like a totally different person. There had been a meeting for all those interested in part and they all got a print out of the balcony scene to practice for auditions.
Auditions were drawing near and Hermione was going to help Professor Travis with them. The planning was hard as hell she had to admit, and Malfoy was no help at all. But she was enjoying herself anyway. For the auditions, people were going to be paired up to act out this scene. If the Professor wanted to see them with someone else, they'd stay behind to act it out with another until she found the perfect chemistry for the parts. Hermione thought it was going to be quite a show.
"NEXT!" Professor Travis called and out walked Malfoy and Parkinson. "Alright, set it up, Miss Parkinson up on the balcony, Mr. Malfoy in the bushes." They complied quickly. Pansy had her script with her but Malfoy's was no where in sight.
"Malfoy… where's your script?" Hermione asked cockily.
"Right here," he said smirking, tapping his finger on his head. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Alright Mr. Malfoy, start off with Romeo's little monologue," the professor commanded. Malfoy started out, crouched in the makeshift bush, peeking out and looking out towards the great hall where Hermione and the Professor were seated.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!" he started off softly, looking up towards Pansy. "Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon," he continued, his voice in an awed whisper as he spoke of "Juliet" as if she were a rare gemstone. His voice was sincere and Hermione and the professor almost thought it was real. He continued the monologue, and then Pansy opened her big mouth.
"AY ME!" she said loudly, jerking the two people in the audience out of their awe in the amazing performance. Hermione cringed, but kept her thoughts down.
"She speaks!" Draco went on, still as amazing as before, as though he was actually Romeo and his "Juliet" was there, saying the lines correctly. He finished that little line, with perfection again and Pansy spoke again
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo??" she said, leaning over the rail and looking around the makeshift garden, her hand over her eyes as she searched.
Hermione covered her eyes at the awful performance, and at the same time, Draco rolled his. The professor stood up, not able to stand any more of this.
"Thank you Miss Parkinson… that will do," she said tersely.
"So I have the part?" Pansy asked boastfully as she climbed down. Draco stood there, rolling his eyes again, leaning against a wall.
"Well… I think I could make you a part of the chorus if you really wanted a part…" Travis said grudgingly. Parkinson looked at her stunned. Both Hermione and Draco tried not to burst out in laughter, the same thought running through their heads: "she actually thought she was good??" But Hermione kept her face straight for her own sake and Draco's was carefully masked with his impassive, I-don't-give-a-shit-about-it look.
"You mean… I don't get Juliet??" the dog like person asked again.
"No, I'm sorry… we're looking for someone who actually understands the play," Hermione said, loosing patients. "Now if you could please leave Parkinson, we have work to do here."
Pansy huffed as she walked out and glared at Draco as though to say, "You're coming with me." Draco started to follow her out, but the professor stopped him.
"I'd like you to stay Mister Malfoy, let you finish the scene out with another person."
"Of corse ma'am," he said with a smirk coming across his face. Pansy huffed again and stomped out, making as much noise as possible.
"Now that that's over with," the professor said sighing as she sat down. "Could you do me a favor Hermione?" she asked the gears in her head working double time. Hermione nodded and Draco looked at the two curiously, wondering what the hell was going on. "I'd like for you to be Juliet… just for now, so that Draco can finish the scene."
Hermione sat there for a minute, not sure what to say and Draco quirked an eyebrow.
This ought to be interesting, he thought as Hermione made her way up to the balcony with a script in hand.
"Alright Hermione, just pick up where Miss Parkinson left off, Malfoy, back to your position," she said, waving at them as she looked to her script. Hermione nervously adjusted her own script as she got into character and started the line.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" she asked desperately, looking up at the sky, her arms out as if questioning the god and goddess. "Deny thy Father and refuse thy name!" she called, pretending to push something vile and disgusting away with her hands. She paused a bit. "Or, if thou wilt not," she continued as if an idea came to her, "be but my sworn love and I shall no longer be a Capulet!" Her eyes were closed as she pictured her Romeo, hands over her heart.
During this small soliloquy, Draco was stunned by how sincere she sounded and the muggles studies teacher was looking up at Hermione in astonishment. Draco was so caught up in it that he almost forgot his line… almost. He turned to face the audience, as if asking them the next question.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Hermione pretended not to hear him, still lost in character, thinking of Leonardo DiCaprio from the recent Romeo and Juliet movie she had seen. She then continued with the next line.
"Tis but thy name that is my enemy," she said, as if stating a fact. "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's a Montogue??" she asked, like she would say if she lost a penny. "It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm nor face. O be some other name belonging to a man," she continued desperately, once again looking up at the heavens, begging the gods. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet," she stated logically, continuing, saying the rest of it in the logical voice she would have used to explain the simplest of concepts to her daft friend Ron.
Once again, the teacher and Head Boy were completely blown away. Hermione was saying all of this from memory, not even using the script. Draco stared at her, almost in awe, seeing a totally different person.
"I take thee by thy word," he then said, jumping from the bushes and making himself known. Hermione gasped a bit in surprise. "Call me but love and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I shall never be Romeo." He was looking up at Hermione almost hopefully.
"What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night," she asked, looking down, squinting, pretending not to see who it really is. "So stumblest on my counsel?"
"By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am," Draco said, pacing a bit, making gestures with his hands. "My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word" he said, almost in disgust. Hermione's eyes lit up as her character realized who it is.
"My ears have yet not drunken a hundred words of thy tongues uttering, yet I know the sound," she said, happily, as she would say if she hadn't seen Ron or Harry forever. "Are thou not Romeo and a Montague?"
"Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike," Draco said hurriedly, gazing up at Hermione.
"How camest thou hither, and wherefore?" Hermione asked concernedly, looking down at him. "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb," she motioned to where she figured they'd be. "And the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here," she said, again with concern.
They continued the scene, lost in character, their words sincere and their hearts true to words. Hermione would stare at Draco lovingly, her mind not able to believe this romantic man to be the one who tortured her and her friends. And Draco, this angel couldn't be the know-it-all Granger he knew. The professor watched them with great interest. Their chemistry she noted was perfect and they both seemed well versed on the play and its meanings.
"Goodnight, goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow," Hermione whispered sadly, leaning over the balcony, holding Draco's hand. Draco had climbed the balcony which had had those things that you have vine plants grow on. "That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow." They were both lost in character and slowly leaned in, kissing each others lips lightly. The professor stood and clapped loudly.
"Bravo! Bravo!" she chanted, breaking them out of the spell that the play had them wrapped in. They both pulled away in disgust and Hermione blushed. Draco pretended not to be effected and was wiping his mouth. "Get down here!! Both of you!" the teacher ordered.
They climbed down, Draco glaring daggers at Hermione as she just looked at her feet.
"I thought you said you couldn't act Hermione!" Travis stated as she smiled at the students.
"I thought so too," she said quietly.
"Well you obviously can, both of you! It seemed so real! Amazing really."
"Yea… real," Hermione said softly. Draco just snorted, his arms crossed and his eyes rolling.
"Be happy kids!" the teacher said, putting an arm around each of their shoulders. "This is gonna be an amazing show."
Author's Note
Hope you guys like… there will be more, but like I said, I'd like some reviews. Anyway, onto my thank yous.
Azera – hmmmm… you may be right. But, you'll just have to read to find out, won'tcha? Glad you like. Cookies to you
Hermione122103 – thank you… I'm glad you like it so much. And I really should finish it… just so much going on ya kno?
Hot-kisses90 – here ya are… the more u wanted
Anon – never read that one… but maybe I should and I could try it… maybe I could make a whole series or something… just a thot… anyway, thank you very much
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Well… please review more… love you all so much. kisses to you all