Would You Kiss Me?

Ron and Hermione both walked back onto the set. Seamus nodded to them, and told them to take it from when Ron arrived on the scene. Hermione undid her dress and everyone got in their places.

"And...action!" said Seamus, and Ron burst in through the door. (This time in costume.)

"Levet! Release the lady!" demanded Ron.

"You have no authority over me, Montez!" said Harry.

"William!" whispered Hermione, looking at Ron.

"Release her!" said Ron.

"What makes you think you can tell me what to do?" sneered Harry (or can we call him Jonathan Montez?).

"I can't tell you anything," said Ron (or William Levet), drawing out his sword. "But perhaps my sword can tell you a thing or two."

Jonathan sneered, and he let go of Hermione. "You want to play, then? All right," He flung his sword out of its sheath and held it in a fencing position. "We'll play for a while, but play nicely, now Levet, because your sword might be the last thing you'll ever hold."

"William, no!" cried Hermione (also known as Kara Williams).

"Don't speak, my love," said Jonathan. "I'll have this fool cleaned up before you know it."

With that, his sword lunged towards William's. William quickly blocked the blow, tilting his sword to the right and left. There were many clangs! and clashes! before William struck Jonathan's sword out of his hand. The sword was supposed to fall to the floor, but it fell on Harry's toe.

"Oy!" he shouted. His foot flew to his hands, and he held it, bouncing up and down.

"That hurt!" he bellowed.

"Sorry," said Ron. "But you were the one who dropped it."

"But you hit it out of my hand!"

"Because that's what's written in the script!"

Harry scowled at him. Seamus told them all to shut up, grow up, and take it from scene three of Act two, and this time with more feeling, or he'd have to cancel the whole production, so they better pull themselves together.

"I would," muttered Harry. "But I'm supposed to have my head cut off in the end of this thing, so sorry if it'll take a while."

"Why's he supposed to be decapitated again?" asked Ron, flipping through the script.

Seamus sighed. "Because he was caught making out with Hermione...Kara."

"What's so wrong with that?" asked Neville.

"Because she's the duchess-to-be of England," said Seamus. "Once she marries the old guy, the duke, played by that crazy old wizard we hired, she'll be the duchess. But she's not duchess yet when she's caught."

"And in the end everyone dies," shrugged Neville.

"All but me," said Hermione happily.

"Well, the story's a tragedy." said Seamus. "And so will this whole production be if we don't get to work soon. Get into your positions, we'll take it from when William knocks the sword out of your hand, Harry."

The scene had begun.

Jonathan's sword was on the ground. He dropped to his knees to retrieve it, but with a fast flick of his sword, William flung it aside.

"This is it, Jonathan," said William. "You've lost."

Jonathan stood very straight on his knees. He looked very apprehensive.

"You wouldn't kill me," he whispered.

William glared him right in the eye. The men stood this way for a long time. William then dropped the sword at Jonathan's knees.

"No," he said. "I wouldn't."

Jonathan stared at the sword, then at William. "I don't understand."

William looked at him. He was silent for a while, then he said, "Neither do I."

And with a billow of his cloak, William turned and took Kara by the hand. He led her out of the room.

"And...cut!" said Seamus. "Brilliant! That was great! Alright, now the bridge scene."

Workers hurried onto the set with props.

"What is this?" Seamus roared.

"The bridge scene's props," said one of the workers.

"No!" said Seamus. "Use magic!"

"But you said not to use magic since this is an old abandoned Muggle theater," said another worker.

"I said to keep it as less as possible," said Seamus. He took out his wand and pointed it at the set.

"Seamus - " Harry began warningly, but it was too late.

The whole set had blown up. It was scorched in ash and burn marks. Seamus himself also looked as if a bomb had dropped on him. His clothes and face were black, and his hair stood on end.

"Oops," he said, a small cloud of smoke coming out of his mouth when he spoke.

Hermione sighed. With a wave of her wand, everything (but Seamus) was back to normal, ash-free. With another wave, the set had disappeared, and that of a bridge with a full moon in the background replaced it.

"There you go," said Hermione, and walked off. The men stared after her.

"Whoa," they said in unison. Then, shaking their heads, everyone got into their places and the scene began.