Draco and Ginny
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,995
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Act II Scene I
Act II Scene 1
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Shakespeare's plot/lines or JKR's characters.
Old desire’s flame, long burned out
Young affection is his heir
Pansy, for which love groaned for and would die,
With tender Ginny matched, is now not hot
Now Draco is beloved and loves again,
Both bewitched by one’s outside appearance
Ginny steal’s love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks
Being an enemy he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear
To meet her new beloved anywhere;
But passion lends them power time means, to meet,
Tempering difficulties with extreme delight
“Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, my self, and find your love out,” Draco says next to the Weasley’s orchard. As Blaise and Theodore enter Draco leaps over the high wall into Weasley’s orchard as not to be discovered.
“Draco! Draco!” Theodore called.
“Draco is wise, he probably went home to bed,” said Blaise.
“He ran this way and leapt the orchard wall. Call him, Blaise.”
“No, I shall make him appear too. Draaaaaco! Humor Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear in the likeness of a sigh; speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied! Cry but, “Ay me!” pronounced but “love” and “dove”; Speak, good friend! You are the icon, figure of loooove! Appear by Pansy’s bright eyes, her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh and the domains that there adjacent lie, that in your likeness you appear to us!” Blaise shouted merrily.
“You’re going to piss him off, you know,” Theodore said to Blaise. Blaise waved his wand away at Theodore, dismissing him.
“This won’t piss him off. What I said is fair and honest, in his mistress’ name, I conjure only to raise him,” Blaise said, winking.
“Come Blaise, he has hid himself among these trees to be familiar with the damp night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark,” said Theodore.
“If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Oh, Draco, that she were, oh that she were an open et cetera though a pop’rin pear! Draco, good night! I’m off to my own bed as this field bed is too cold for me. Shall we leave, Theo?”
“Go then, for it’s vain to seek him when he means not to be found,” said Theodore as they left.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Shakespeare's plot/lines or JKR's characters.
Old desire’s flame, long burned out
Young affection is his heir
Pansy, for which love groaned for and would die,
With tender Ginny matched, is now not hot
Now Draco is beloved and loves again,
Both bewitched by one’s outside appearance
Ginny steal’s love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks
Being an enemy he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear
To meet her new beloved anywhere;
But passion lends them power time means, to meet,
Tempering difficulties with extreme delight
“Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, my self, and find your love out,” Draco says next to the Weasley’s orchard. As Blaise and Theodore enter Draco leaps over the high wall into Weasley’s orchard as not to be discovered.
“Draco! Draco!” Theodore called.
“Draco is wise, he probably went home to bed,” said Blaise.
“He ran this way and leapt the orchard wall. Call him, Blaise.”
“No, I shall make him appear too. Draaaaaco! Humor Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear in the likeness of a sigh; speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied! Cry but, “Ay me!” pronounced but “love” and “dove”; Speak, good friend! You are the icon, figure of loooove! Appear by Pansy’s bright eyes, her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh and the domains that there adjacent lie, that in your likeness you appear to us!” Blaise shouted merrily.
“You’re going to piss him off, you know,” Theodore said to Blaise. Blaise waved his wand away at Theodore, dismissing him.
“This won’t piss him off. What I said is fair and honest, in his mistress’ name, I conjure only to raise him,” Blaise said, winking.
“Come Blaise, he has hid himself among these trees to be familiar with the damp night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark,” said Theodore.
“If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Oh, Draco, that she were, oh that she were an open et cetera though a pop’rin pear! Draco, good night! I’m off to my own bed as this field bed is too cold for me. Shall we leave, Theo?”
“Go then, for it’s vain to seek him when he means not to be found,” said Theodore as they left.