Draco and Ginny

So this is my favourite scene... the famous balcony scene. Shakespeare's words are too pretty to totally take out all together so you may recognize certain lines.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shakespeare or Harry Potter etc. etc.

Act II Scene II
Draco sighed dramatically as he walked through the orchard. “He pokes fun at things he has never experienced,” Draco thought. At a balcony above him Ginny appeared, dressed in her long, white dressing gown. Draco hid in the shadows, speaking quietly aloud, “Oh crap! Who is that at the window above? Ahhh, it is the east, and Ginny is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief for Ginny is prettier than her. She is sick and green and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady, it is my love!” Draco sighed, “If only she knew! She speaks, and yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eyes speak and I shall answer it. I am too bold, it is not to me she speaks. Two of the brightest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do ask her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. The brightness of her cheeks would shame stars like daylight does to a lamp; her eyes in heaven would be so bright that birds would sing and think it was not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, were I a glove on that hand, might I touch that cheek.”
“Aw fuck,” Ginny sighed.
“She speaks!” Draco whispered to himself, his eyes bright. “Speak again, bright angle, for you are as glorious to this night, being over my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the air.” Ginny sighed again.
“Oh Draco, Draco! Why are you Draco? Deny your father and refuse your name; or, if you shall not, be but sworn my love, and I shall no longer be a Weasley,” Ginny said, smiling and day dreaming.
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” Draco asked himself.
“Your name is that of my enemy,” Ginny said, sighing, “You are yourself, even if you were not a Malfoy. What is Malfoy? It isn’t a hand, or foot, or arm, or face. Oh, be some other name belonging to a man.” She paused, thinking. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So, Draco, were he not called Draco, would retain that dear perfection which he has without that title. Draco, get rid of your name, and my name, which is no part of you, and take all myself.”
“I take you at your word, call me but love and I’ll be newly baptized; and I will never be Draco,” Draco called to Ginny.
“Who the hell are you?!” Ginny said, alarmed, “who stumbles upon my private thoughts?”
“By a name I don’t know how to tell you who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to you. Had I have it written, I would tear the paper to shreds,” Draco said.
“I have not heard a hundred words of your voice, yet I know the sound. Are you not Draco, and a Malfoy?” Ginny asked.
“I am neither, my lady, if either you dislike,” Draco replied.
“How did you get here? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. This could be your dying day, considering who you are, if anyone finds you here.”
“With love’s light wings did I fly over these walls; for stony limits cannot contain love, and love can do, that dares love attempt. No one can stop me.”
“If they see you they will murder you!” Ginny said nervously, biting her lip.
“Your eyes hold much peril than twenty of their wands. If you look but sweet, I am armored against their threats,” he said confidently.
“I would not for the world if they saw you here.
“I have the darkness to hide me from their eyes; and if only you love me, let them find me here. My life would be bettered ended by their hate than death postponed of wanting your love,” Draco said.
“How did you find this place?” Ginny asked.
“Love led me here, he lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, were you as far as a vast shore over the farthest sea, I would adventure to you.”
“Were you able to see through the darkness you’d find a blush upon my cheek of what you have heard tonight. Deny what I have said but good manners. Do you love me? If you say yes I will believe you, but if you were, you may prove false. Oh, gentle Draco, if you do love me, say it faithfully. Or, if you think I’m too easy, I’ll frown and play hard to get so you will seduce me. In truth, fair Malfoy, I am too affectionate. And therefore you may think I’m easy, but trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true than those have more cunning to play hard to get. I should have been harder to get, I must confess, but that you overhead my true love’s passion. Pardon me for not relating this yielding to light love, which the dark night has so revealed.”
“Ginny, by the blessed moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—” Draco began.
“Oh, do not swear by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, lest that your love prove the same,” Ginny said anxiously.
“Then what shall I swear by?” Draco asked.
“Do not swear all; but if you must, swear by your gracious self, who is the god of my idolatry, and I will believe you.”
“If my heart’s dear love—” Draco began again.
“Well, do not swear. Although I joy in you I have no joy in this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, and too sudden; like the lightning, that disappear as fast as one can say it is lightning. Good night! This small bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, may prove to become a beautiful flower when we next meet. Good night, good night!”
“Will you leave me so unsatisfied?” Draco asked her with puppy-dog eyes.
“…What type of satisfaction do you want?” Ginny asked.
“The exchange of your love’s faithful vow for mine,” Draco said.
“I gave you mine before you requested it; and I still would give it again.”
“Would you withdraw it? For what purpose, love?”
“But to be generous and give it again. I wish for the thing I have, my capacity for giving is as boundless as the sea with my love as deep; the more I give you the more I have, for both are infinite,” Ginny said,” “Eep! I hear a noise from my house!” Ginny said to Draco, “I know Hermione, I’m coming!” Ginny shouted back into her house, “Sweet Malfoy, be true. Stay there, I will come back!” Ginny said to Draco, going back into her room. Draco sighed in utter bliss.
“Oh blessed night! I am afraid that because it is night this is nothing more than a sweet dream.” Ginny returned to her place at the balcony.
“Three words, dear Draco, and good night indeed. If you are intent on your love being honorable and you want to be wed, send me word tomorrow, and I will come to you. Send me where, when, and who will perform the rite and I shall give you my everything and follow you throughout the world.”
“Ginny!” Hermione called from within.
“Hang on!” Ginny called back. “If you do not mean well, Draco, and only see me as a piece of meat, a mere one night stand, another notch on your bed post—”
“GINNY! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!” Hermione yelled.
“I’M COMING, HERMIONE!” Ginny yelled back, “Then stop trying to seduce me, and leave me to wallow in my grief. Tomorrow I will send.”
“So thrive my soul—” Draco began.
“A thousand times good night!” Juliet called, and with one last look at Draco she left the balcony.
“A thousand times the worse, to want your light! Love and love go easily together, but are not easily parted,” Draco sighed, slowly walking back.
“Psst, Draco! My parents are looking for me, I cannot speak loudly for they would kill me if they saw me out again, my last words being, “My Draco!” Ginny whispered, trying to get Draco’s attention. He stopped dead in his tracks.
“It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night…”
“Draco!” Ginny called again, not daring to raise her voice above a whisper.
“My love?”
“When should I send to you?
“By nine will be good.”
“I won’t fail. It shall be twenty years till then,” Ginny said breathlessly. “Oh... I have forgotten why I called you back.”
“I shall stand here until you remember it, love,” Draco said with devotion.
“I will forget, to have you stand there, remembering how I love your company.”
“And I will stay to have you forget, forgetting all other homes but this.” They stared deeply in each other’s eyes.
“It is almost morning. I would have you gone, and yet no farther than a careless child’s bird that lets it hop a little from his hand, like a poor prisoner in his twisted chains, and with a silken thread plucks it back again, so loving-jealous of his liberty.
“I would were I your bird,” said Romeo.
“My love, so would I,” Ginny said. “Yet I would kill you with so much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting from your company is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.” Ginny said, and left the balcony.
“Sleep well upon your eyes, peace in your heart! Would I were to sleep in peace, so sweet to rest! I shall go visit wise Dumbledore, for I need his help,” Draco said as he left the Weasley’s orchard.