A/N This was written with the book 'Me and Mr Darcy' by Alexandra Potter in mind, a wonderful book. Ofcourse, nothing is mine, and i have used a few of Alex Potters words concerning Mr Darcy. Hope you like it, please review!

Hermione sighed, longingly. She was sat curled up on her favourite maroon arm chair by the fire on this particular evening, enjoying her favourite past time. Reading. This week Hermione had decided to dig out her old Jane Austen book collection. She hadn't read them since her youth and wanted to familiarise herself with them again. At that current moment, Hermione was reading Pride and Prejudice, her favourite Jane Austen novel. Just being able to curl up and step into a time where men were honourable and strode across fields in breeches, their damp shirts clinging to their chests, made Hermione forget about the stress of being a working mother and wife. Turning the page, Hermione gave another sigh as Mr Darcy and Elizabeth shared their first dance.

'What are you sighing about?'

Ron had chosen that minute to walk down the stairs. He had just returned from bathing their baby son Hugo and daughter Rose, before settling them into bed. Hermione put her book down slowly and watched her husband flop down onto the sofa opposite her.

'Mr Darcy'

Hermione stated dreamily, whilst Ron sat with a bemused look on his face.

'Mr Darcy? You're not cheating on me with this bloke are you love?'

Hermione giggled and threw a pillow at Ron, who caught it just before it hit him in the face.

'He's a fictional character Ronald, from a muggle book called Pride and Prejudice. He's every woman's dream guy'

'I'm not your dream guy?'

Ron pouted slightly.

'Of course you are! But Mr Darcy, well honey, he's a gentlemen, he burns with sullen intensity, he's dashing, brooding, full of integrity, tall, handsome, sexy...'

She trailed off at the look on her husband's face and giggled.

'And I'm not any of those things?'

Ron frowned. This conversation was obviously not going the way he wanted it to. Smiling, Hermione got up and put her book back on the shelf, before walking towards Ron and sitting on top of him, her legs either side of his thighs. Hermione felt a twinge of delight in her stomach as Ron's ears burned at the tips.

'Honey, Mr Darcy may be seen as the 'perfect man', but the only reason that he's perfect is because he a wonderful fantasy, the embodiment of everything hopeless romantics desire in the man of their dreams. But here's the catch. He's not actually real – you are'

Ron smiled sheepishly, so Hermione decided to continue.

'I want a man who is nice to my friends, who's sensitive and funny, a man who can express his emotions and not smoulder the whole time, who doesn't mind me eating with my fingers or wearing sexy dresses-'

'I certainly don't mind that!'

Hermione hit him playfully on the shoulder.

'I don't want a romantic fictional hero declaring his undying love for me. Moonlit horse rides in ball gowns might sound romantic , but I bet they kill your arse, and instead of reciting poetry I want someone who can crack a funny joke and make me fall off my chair laughing'

Ron simply sat staring at Hermione, his eyes wide as if expecting more. Hermione smiled and leaned closer toward him, whispering into his ear.

'That's you honey'

She heard Ron gulp slightly as she starting tracing his neck with soft kisses. If Mr Darcy made Hermione act like this, Ron would have to make sure that she read that book every night, even if it did mean having to battle with their children at bath and bedtime alone.