May Day Eve

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Title: May Day Eve

Author: Mia Fitzpatrick

House: Astronomy Tower

Author E-mail: [email protected]

Category: Romance, Adventure, Humor

Spoilers: All four, just in case

Rating: PG

Keywords: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Ginny, May day eve

Summary: It's the night of the Beltane festival and the students of Hogwarts drown themselves in legends, tradition and rituals. But soon, our heroes find out that the night has more than legends, tradition and rituals in store for them. Snogs, mirrors, mystery and saucy wenches abound, and it all happens on May day eve. H/H, mainly, D/G, slightly and R/guess who.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made an no copyright of trademark infringement is intended.

The title of May Day Eve was originally from Nick Joaquin's short story 'May Day Eve' Some lines in this chapter were taken from that short story. The plot, however, is very different.

I blatantly stole a scene from the movie 'The Big Hit' starring Mark Wahlberg, directed by Che-Kirk Wong, written by Ben Ramsey, produced by Terence Chang and John Woo, under Sony Pictures. I do not own any of them, although I wish I owned Mark Wahlberg, nor do I have any associations with them, I am simply stealing one scene.

Chapter Five : Laceving Flies and Saucy Wenches

Hermione

“Harry,” she started. She brought her hand up to caress his cheek. She felt him relax at her touch. “It’s now or never,” she thought.

Slap!!! Harry reeled backwards at the amazing strength she exerted.

“Ouch,” Harry exclaimed, “What did you do that for?

Draco

“What is this place?” Ginny asked when they entered a small cramped room, with stacks of wooden shelves on all its four sides, hidden behind a tapestry at the very end of the second floor corridor.

“It’s Snape’s other storage for potions ingredients,” Draco said. “It’s easier to break into, if you must know.”

“I see that,” she said.

Draco pulled out a piece of parchment from the pocket of his robes and handed it to Ginny. “You read the ingredients there while I get them.”

“Yes, sir,” she said as she gave him a mock salute.

“Quit playing around kid, just read the note,” he retorted.

She brought out her wand and whispered, “Lumos”, and brought it closer to the parchment. “Let’s see, first you need the legs of a grahopper,” she said.

“Something wrong with your tongue?” he asked impatiently.

“No, it says grahopper,” Ginny answered coolly.

“Well, it means grasshopper, idiot girl,” he bellowed.

“Hey, it’s not my fault if you can’t spell!” she shot back.

“Just read on,” he said.

“Fine, you also need the eyes of a beetle,” she continued.

“Check.”

“Seagrass.”

“Check.”

“And laceving flies,” she said with as smirk.

“What are you, Bulgarian, now?” he whipped out.

“It says laceving flies,” she said as she waved the parchment in his face.

“You know that means lacewing flies.”

“You told me to read it, you didn’t tell me to interpret it,” she retorted.

“Then interpret it!” he exclaimed.

“As you wish.” she cleared her throat several times, annoying Draco even more, “I am Draco Malfoy, a sexually frustrated, degenerate loser with handwriting that’s less comprehensible than Hieroglyphics.”

“Okay! Don’t interpret it! For Merlin’s sake, you’re such a pain!” he screamed, and Ginny wondered why Filch still wasn’t busting in. Draco took several deep breaths before he finally calmed down. “Change of plans, I read from the list, you get them.”

“Sure.” Ginny stretched out her hand, letting the parchment dangle from it. Draco snatched it rashly as she walked up the stacks of shelves where vials and jars of the creepiest things on earth stood.

“Okay we’re going to need.” Draco paused for a very long moment.

“What, having trouble reading your own writing?” Ginny asked with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

Ron

“Now I’m pretty sure they turned here,” Ron thought, trying to remember where he saw what was supposed to be his sister and the biggest jerk in Hogwarts.“Maybe I’m just mistaken, Ginny would never spend five seconds with Malfoy willingly. Maybe I saw someone else. That, or Ginny was under the Imperius curse. Darn that Malfoy, if he did anything to my sister, I’m going to--” But his thought process was immediately impeded as he walked directly into someone else as he turned into a corner.

“Ron, it must be fate, we meet again,” the other person said.

“Oh God, no.”

RON’S MAJOR FLASHBACK

“I wonder which saucy wench is meeting me tonight.” He dressed himself for the occasion, as he pulled himself into his brand new dress robes, courtesy of Fred and George. He had a stupid smile plastered across his face all day after he found a note in between the pages of his book. He immediately told Harry, but was surprised when he did not share his excitement and acted very uneasily. “Jealous prat,” he had thought.

That night, he went up the Astronomy Tower anticipating the night of romance that he was to have with a very lucky lady. He could barely see in the dark but he could clearly make out the outline of a slender figure leaning on the banister surrounding the tower. He could see the stylish blond hair and the long slender fingers of the figure. He stealthily wrapped his arms around the sender of the love note’s waist and received a surprised gasp in response. He prepared to launch his sleek and suave speech bursting with machismo, and designed specifically to sweep witches off their feet, that he managed to put together while listening to records of Ricky Martin and Enrique Iglesias. “Nobody wants to be lonely, so tonight, let the rhythm take you over and let us livin’ la vida loca. For you I will shake my bonbon, I will be your hero baby, I will kiss away the pain, so why don’t you let me love you?”

(A/N: In this fic, these hot Latinos became famous in 1996 and in the Wizarding World)

He heard a very satisfactory sigh, “Yes, my love.”

But something was wrong. “C-can you say that again?” he asked, as he loosened his hold.

“Yes, my love.” He saw his secret lover turn and almost fell off the tower.

“Justin, what the hell are you doing here?!!”

“I am here every night, waiting for my prince to come and sweep me off my feet, and you have finally arrived,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

“No, there was a mistake, I was supposed to meet a saucy wench--” He didn’t bother to finish and bolted for the stairs with a very eager Justin (who was eating bars of chocolates earlier, and we all know chocolates are very effective aphrodisiacs).

END OF RON’S MAJOR FLASHBACK

“Justin, stay back, just stay where you are. No, don’t move,” Ron said as he walked backwards.

“But you said you want me to let the rhythm take me over,” Justin said with a pleading voice.

“No, I was just kidding,” Ron said, trying to move away.

“Oh, I see, this is a game, you wanted to play hard to get!” Justin said as he clapped excitedly.

Ron’s eyes widened and he did the first thing that came to his mind, and ran.

“Oh, Ron, my love, you want me to chase you! I love this game, I used to play it with my ex, Goyle,” Justin could be heard in the background.

Ron thought desperately of a way he can get out of this predicament and he remembered, “Harry, he’s still in the room, he can help me.” He quickly went in the direction of the room with a big mirror. He was very glad when he saw that he was about to reach it. He grabbed the knobs, checking to see if Justin was still chasing him, turned them, and pushed the doors open.

After that, all thoughts of Justin were forgotten, “Oh My God, It’s true!"