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The Joke Book Trap	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10791 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction. Pride and Prejudice belongs to Jane Austen.

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Chapter Three – Reflections

Theo walked back into the room as Draco read from the book in his hand. Theo listened to the words with a smirk. He did have to admit that those members of society with a small fortune were plagued by gold diggers only interested in spending that money, but if a man was also attractive then even more women came out of the woodwork. Theo himself inherited his family’s wealth upon his father’s death during the war. He too had noticed the amount of females showing him attention even though his name was linked to Death Eaters. He was fortunate to have never been branded by the mark or fighting for the side. His friend Draco wasn’t as lucky, but still was being pursued by many a female, especially the Greengrass sisters.

Theo was brought out of his revelry and reflection as a gold light burst from the book and Draco disappeared within its pages. Nott quickly ran over to pick up the book and inspected the cover. In small print near a barcode was tiny writing that stated, “Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is not accountable for any disappearances into fictional reality within our Joke Books when read aloud by a witch or wizard. To return, one must live the total story.” Theo cursed under his breath as he carried the book with him to the library to locate a non-magical counterpart to figure out what the thing was putting Draco through. He wouldn’t let the book out of his sight until Draco returned to him and to prevent any other’s from being trapped within the story.

Hermione sat in the parlor with a book in her lap as she listened to Lavender and Parvarti discussing officers and the wealth of Mr. Bingley. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the conversation and enjoy Arthur’s admonishment of their silly behavior. She had to admit that the two youngest girls’ behavior in the novel always left Hermione quite appalled. However, seeing the two giggly girls, who she’d shared a dorm room with for six years, seemed to bring a whole to level of disgust. The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of the footman with a note for Fleur. Hermione knew who the letter was from and what it would say, as she’d practically memorized the whole book with the amount of times she’d read it. Hoping for her very own Mr. Darcy, which sadly when Draco’s face was associated with the man, had become far less appealing. At the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder if Darcy’s redeeming qualities shine behind Draco’s cool and evil exterior allowing her to fall for the romantic character.

Molly fretted around Fleur while she read the note. She seemed quite excited with the sparkle in her eye and she interrupted Fleur’s reading. “Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.”*

Fleur explained that the letter was from Caroline Bingley and then proceeded to read it. The two were inviting Jane over as the gentlemen were to be dining with the officers.** Upon concluding her reading Lavender exclaimed, “With the officers! I wonder why my aunt did not tell us of that.”*

There was an unnatural sparkle in Molly’s eye, “Dining out that is very unlucky.”*

Fleur raised an eyebrow, “Can I have the carriage?”*

Molly smirked and it was a smirk belonging more to a Malfoy’s face than a Weasley’s, “No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night.”*

Hermione sighed as she didn’t like seeing that kind of scheming look on the usually honorable and open face of Mrs. Weasley. She popped in with the required remark, “That would be a good scheme if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home.”*

“Oh! But the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley’s chaise to go to Meryton, and the Hursts have no horses to theirs.”*

Fleur crossed her arms, “I had much rather go in the coach.”*

Hermione observed as Molly went on the defensive, “But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are wanted in the farm, Mr. Bennet, are they not?”*

Arthur raised both of his ginger brows, “They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them.”*

Hermione looked up to the right corner of her eye holding back the urge to roll them, “But if you have got them to-day my mother’s purpose will be answered.”*

Of course, as the book dictated Fleur was required to arrive at Netherfield on horseback. She hadn’t left but a short while before the rain came down in sheets. Hermione knew what was going to happen, however the other sisters seemed just as worried as the rain continued through the evening. Molly congratulated herself, “This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!”*

The following morning just as they started breakfast, Hermione received the letter from Fleur she was expecting. She read aloud how Fleur awoke with a sore throat and a headache. She knew that sounded like a cold, and in the Wizarding World that would be quickly remedied with a Pepper Up potion. She didn’t know how well it would work on that particular illness and she didn’t want to alarm the muggle characters when steam started pouring out of Fleur’s ears.

She’d finished reading the letter when Arthur looked up from his paper, “Well, my dear, if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in the pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.”

Molly fanned her face at the suggestion of death, “Oh! I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling colds. She will be taken good care of. As long as she stays there, it is all very well. I would go and see her if I could have the carriage.”*

Hermione knew she needed to go to Fleur as much as Elizabeth had to rush to Jane’s side. She wasn’t much of a horse person, as it went along the same lines as flying and she really did have a fear of falling. If she were still in her reality should could’ve simply apparated there, however she still wasn’t sure if magic worked within the fiction world she currently existed. She had yet to test it. So, she was left with the remaining option much like Elizabeth, which was to walk there. She shared her intentions and received the expected response from Molly, “How can you be so silly as to think of such a thing, in all that dirt! You will not be fit to be seen when you get there.”*

Hermione did roll her eyes at that comment, “I shall be very fit to see Jane—which is all I want.”*

Arthur showed his concern, “Is that a hint to me, Lizzy, to send for the horses?”*

Hermione smiled at the thought of attempting apparition and the quiet reflection of being alone, “No, indeed, I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner.”*

Luna looked at her with her usually far away glint and her musical voice filled the air, “I admire the activity of your benevolence, but every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.”* Hermione had to hold in her laughter that the young woman who usually spoke of such illogical and fabricated things was lecturing on the need for logic.

Hermione hoped to ditch Lavender and Parvarti, however much like the book they offered to walk with her to Meryton, so they could visit with the officers. She let out a relieved sigh when they parted their ways and she continued to walk toward Netherfield. As soon as she was under the cover of the more treed area along the way, she pulled out her trusty wand and attempted apparition. She quickly determined that the book had built in apparition wards. She couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with George trying to make sure that one didn’t just easily escape, and be stuck with going through the full story before being released. She was able to conclude after performing a few simple spells along the way that magic did work within the story world, however anything that would help with travel or escape wasn’t allowed. She planned to send a stinging hex George’s way the next time she saw him.

She put her wand back where she’d retrieved it from and found that she enjoyed her walk through the country. By the time she reached the estate, she had dirty stockings, but she had a healthy flush and she felt energized. She was shown into the breakfast-parlor, where the Bingley party was present. She quickly found Ginny and Astoria both looking down upon her dirty stockings and petticoats. They all seemed quite shocked that she would’ve walked three miles, so early, and with so much mud after the rain they had the night before.

Hermione smiled to herself as she thought about all of the times she walked all over the Hogwarts grounds even when it was raining. Though she had magic at her disposal and cleaning her clothes weren’t too much of a chore. Also, she quickly realized how appalled the two ladies before her would be if they ever found out about her running around with her two best friends and roughing it in the woods as they tracked down bits of an evil mans soul. She knew that was something she wouldn’t discuss in their world. It just wouldn’t do for a lady to run around with two gentlemen if she were not married to or the sister of one of them. She couldn’t help but wonder if such archaic and oppressive customs still existed within Pure-Blood Wizarding Society.

Hermione was a little shocked when Draco spoke more than the little bit that Mr. Darcy did in the book. He looked at her, “Miss Bennet, the flush of your cheeks is quite lovely. I do say an early morning walk does wonders for your beauty, and somehow the mud seems to suit you.”**

Hermione furrowed her brow wondering why the Draco Malfoy version of her Mr. Darcy would be so much different from the Jane Austen version. Why would that one character deviate from the dialogue she had memorized when none of the other characters she’d encountered never did. She shook her head, clearing her mind of the questions. The scene continued to play out where she was advised of Fleur’s feverish state and she was happy to escape the possible company of a too real Draco and to the bedside of her infirmed sister. So much for Darcy’s redeeming qualities shining through. She spent the majority of the day in the room with the sick Fleur. The apothecary came and advised that Fleur had caught a severe cold, left some draughts, and suggested she remain in bed. At the mention of draughts, Hermione thought of the various healing potions, and cold remedies. She didn’t wish to forever change the Jane Austen world, however she hated seeing Fleur in such a state when she’d already lost so many of her other friends.

When the three o’clock bell sounded, she played her role by stating that she should head home. However, Fleur requested much like Jane did, when she wished her not to leave her side. So the chaise was sent with a servant to advise the Bennets and fetch some clothes. Come dinner time Hermione noticed the concerned look and anxiety on Bill’s face. His feelings for Fleur were apparent as he asked about her health. Astoria and Ginny didn’t show much concern but made comments about how much they detested being sick. On a couple of occasions, she noticed a smirk or a roll of the eyes from Draco. She decided to observe him more wondering if his character breaks here and there were her imagination or if they were really occurring.

A/N: Ah, yes the ever observant Hermione might figure out the situation before Draco. I wonder what might happen to Jane’s Austen’s novel when magic is added, and two enemies realize they’re sharing the world together. Also we have Nott in the real world, so one can wonder what type of assistance he can be.

*All dialogued marked is quoted or **paraphrased from chapter Seven of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice(1813). The scenes are also derived from those chapters. The only things original to me are Hermione's thoughts.
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