Hogwarts, A Romeo and Juliet Story

Chapter Seven: First Rehearsal


A month has now gone by and in that month Buffy and Seamus dated. But they figure that they would be better off as friends when they found it hard to do things and just found it a little weird. They weren’t going to do anything about what they did when they dated they just put it past them. But they still muck around with each other. Just like normal teenagers do. Another shocker that happened in the past month was that Draco had broken it off with Pansy and no one knows why. Was it because of the death eater thing? Or was it because he had finally realised that she was a pain in the arse?

People thought the reason Draco had broken it off with Pansy because she was jealous of Draco playing Romeo and that he would have to kiss Buffy. And some people think that he broke it off with her because of some death eater thing.

Now it was three o’clock on a raining Thursday afternoon. Students were leaving one class to go to another. As people walked along the corridors to their next class. Buffy and Hermione were running from one side of the courtyard to the other. They were in the wing with Susan Bones as she had an accident in Charms and Hermione and Buffy offered to take her to the wing.

And when they walked into their Muggle studies they were both dripping wet from running in the rain they looked around the class room as they walked over to an empty table and sat down after taking off their black robe and gray jumper.

“Nice of you two to join us” Professor Tray said as he looked at the girls and smiled slightly, “As I was saying. Today we are going to do a scene from Romeo and Juliet.” He said as he looked at everyone, “And it will be Act 2 so can we get our Romeo and Juliet and our Benvolio and Mercutio up here please” Tray asked so Buffy, Seamus, Draco and Blaise walked up and stood up in front of the class. Tray placed a chair on top of his desk for the balcony scene and then he sat down on the table in front of him, “Now I’ll read the Chorus parts. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie. And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die. With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved and loves again. Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less. To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.” Tray spoke and then looked at the four standing in front of him.

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

“Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.” Draco read and it was absolutely wonderful. He looked at Buffy and smirked then he looked at Blaise and Seamus.

“Romeo! my cousin Romeo!” Blaise said

“He is wise; And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.” Seamus read.

“He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio.” Blaise read as he looked down into the book then at everyone in front of him.

“Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us!” Seamus read wonderfully.

“And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.” Blaise said

This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him. To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle. Of some strange nature, letting it there stand. Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite: my invocation. Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name. I conjure only but to raise up him.” Seamus said

“Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark.” Blaise read.

“If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were. An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?” Seamus said as he looked at Draco

“O, then; for 'tis in vain. To seek him here that means not to be found.” Blaise said then walked back to his seat as did Seamus. So it left Draco and Buffy up in front of the class

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound” Draco said and looked at Buffy, “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon. Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green. And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. Having some business, do entreat her eyes. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven. Would through the airy region stream so bright. That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” He said with a smile.

“Ay Me” Buffy said softly.

“She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er 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-pacing clouds. And sails upon the bosom of the air.” Draco said.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” Draco said a little soft but hearable.

“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Take all myself.”

“I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night. So stumblest on my counsel?”

“By a name. I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word.”

“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?”

“Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.”

“How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, onsidering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.” Buffy said as she looked at Draco

“With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.”

“If they do see thee, they will murder thee.” Buffy said, acting concerned.

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye. Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.”

“I would not for the world they saw thee here.”

“I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.”

“By whose direction found'st thou out this place?”

“By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far. As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

“Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries. Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true. Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.”

“Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—“

“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
“What shall I swear by?”

“Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.”

“If my heart's dear love-”

“Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!” Buffy said and without thinking her eyes looked into Draco’s

“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”

“What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?”

Draco smirked before he spoke again, “The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.”

“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.”

“Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?”

“But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite...” Buffy said as he looked at Draco but was stoped before she could finish was she was saying.

“ok hold it there” Tray said as he got off the table and looked at the two, “That was great... Now lets try the balcony scene. So Buffy could you, carefully hope up on that chair there please. And can we have our nurse up here please” He asked and Buffy nodded. So Tray helped her up onto the table and she sat down the chair. And Daphne walked up and stood next to the table.

“O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.” Draco said as he looked at Buffy.

“Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.” Buffy replied

“Madam!” Daphne said slightly yelling to get into character.

“I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,I do beseech thee--” Buffy replied to Daphne

“Madam!” Daphne said again

“By and by, I come:-- To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send.” Buffy said as he eyes turned to Daphne then she looked back at Draco

“So thrive my soul--” Draco smiled

“A thousand times good night!” Buffy said and a small smile appeared across her lips

“A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.” Draco said as he looked at the class. And then Tray whispered something into Draco’s ear that made him smirk

“Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name.” Buffy said and Daphne went and sat back down next to Pansy.

“It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!” Draco said as he looked at Buffy

“Romeo!”

“My dear?”

“At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee?”

“At the hour of nine.”

“I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.”

“Let me stand here till thou remember it.”

“I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company.”

Draco then jumped up onto the table and knelt down infront of Buffy, this is what Professor Wallace had told him to do, “And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.”

Buffy slightly jumped as Draco did this but she steadied herself on the chair, “'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.”

“I would I were thy bird.” Draco said then placed his book down on the table and looked into Buffy’s eyes as he lightly moved closer to her.

“Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.” Buffy said as he looked at Draco. Then without any warning and no sign Draco had lightly pressed his lips against Buffy’s and kiss her. And with out thinking Buffy had kissed him back. And when she had realised what she did she pulled back and got off the table and walked out of the class room.

“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.” Draco smirked as he looked at the class.