A/N: I've decided to incorporate Harry Potter characters into the story. For example, the Weasley twins are synonomous to the Tarletan twins, but I will be referring to them as the Weasley twins. All the Harry Potter characters with the exception of Hermione and Severus, who were thrown into the book, do not recognize any other character for who they are in the HP books, but rather as their respective Gone with the Wind characters. Hermione and Snape recognize them for who they remember them as. I sure hope that makes even the slightest bit of sense. I've taken poetic liscense with the plot and characters to accommodate the overall plot. I also apologize to anyone it may bother about the casting of Caucasian characters in Harry Potter canon as African Americans in the canon Gone with the Wind. I merely tried to fit personalities together as best I could. This might have a severe revision if I change my mind about some things.

Hermione Granger blinked as the bright morning sun shone into the room. She yawned and stretched as if she had just had a good night's sleep except for the slight headache. She looked around this strange room. She was in a large queen sized bed in a simply, yet elegantly decorated room. She hardly had time to take it all in when she heard a loud bustling come from the hall outside this room.

"Miss Hermioine! Miss Hermione! The day had done broke and it be time to be gettin' ready for Mr. Potter's barbeque!"

Hermione blanched at the outrageous lack of grammar. The door burst open and Hermione saw Madam Pomfrey come in with a large tray of food. "Come now, Miss Hermione, it's time for your breakfast. Eat up now so you don't go a eatin' at that barbeque Ain't fitten' for a young woman to be a eatin' in front of all those young gentlemen."

Hermione crawled out of bed and was so hungry that she wasted no time tucking in to the grand breakfast set before her barely taking in what Madam Pomfrey had just said. Before any time at all, Madam Pomfrey came in quickly carrying a dress that looked like it weighed a ton. She hurried Hermione up and fitted her into a petticoat, corset, and dress. The next thing Hermione knew she was walking downstairs on her way to an apparent barbeque held by . . . wait . . . Mr. Potter?!

Hermione had been so confused by Madam Pomfrey's grammar that her statement of Mr. Potter's barbeque had gone completely over her head for a minute. Was that Harry? But why would Madam Pomfrey be calling Harry Mr. Potter?

She didn't have time to worry about that now because sitting in a wagon drawn by two horses were Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. In the back were Parvati and Padma Patil dressed much like she was.

"Hermione, please hurry, dear. We don't want to be late."

"Yes, of course Professor McGonagall," Hermione replied hesitantly.

Minerva's eyes widened as she turned to Albus, "Albus, shame on you. You've been allowing her to ride horses again. Hermione, dear, did you fall and hit your head? Whatever are you doing calling your poor mother by her maiden name, and professor no less?"

Hermione was terribly confused, but decided to play along for the time being. She muttered an "I am sorry, Mother. I do not know what got into me," and climbed into the wagon which promptly took off presumably in the direction of the Potters'.

The ride only took about fifteen minutes and soon Hermione was getting out of the wagon and being greeted by a man who looked like Harry, but without the scar, and Lavender Brown. Albus, or her father she could only assume, went up to the Harry-look-alike and shook hands with him warmly. "James Potter, how wonderful to see you again."

James Potter? That was Harry's father! So why was Lavender here as well?

Albus moved along and kissed Lavender's hand, "James, your daughter is looking prettier every day."

Soon it was Hermioine's turn to greet the guests. She followed her observations and allowed James to kiss her hand and exchanged kisses with Lavender. She then proceeded into the house, and then it hit her where this all was from. It was straight out of her novel, Gone with the Wind that she had been reading before she woke up here. She panicked. Was she having a dream?

The panic increased as she realized that she had barely touched the surface of the novel and had no clue what happened. None of her friends and teachers here seemed to recognize anything from Hogwarts and were just living out the novel in front of her. She supposed she would just have to play along. Hermione didn't have time for this now though; Harry was heading straight for her.

Now, it probably seemed hard to believe, but she had never really gotten over her crush on Harry. She and Ron had dated for awhile near the end of school, but it just hadn't worked out. Her eyes had been on Harry even more so since she and Ron had broken up. She deeply cared for him and always wished he had looked at her more than just a friend.

Harry hurried to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Hermione, darling, you look lovely."

Hermione considered his statement for a moment. Since he was calling her darling, perhaps in this novel she was something more to him! She replied, "Why thank you, Harry. You look simply marvelous yourself."

He smiled, "Hermione, there's something I must tell you before the ball this evening, but I'm afraid right now you must come with me to see my cousin Ginny."

Hermione returned the smile, "Of course, Harry." She politely took his arm as he guided her across the crowded room to where Ginny was talking amiably to some other girls Hermione recognized from Hogwarts.

Ginny smiled as soon as she saw Hermione. "Hermione, dear. What a pleasure to see you again."

Hermione returned the smile and kisses. "Yes, it has been far too long." Hermione's eyes narrowed as she saw Harry place Ginny's shawl on her shoulders and as she watched his hands linger there. Ginny had always been her number one enemy in the quest for Harry's affections.

Talk soon turned into mindless chatter and Hermione's thoughts began to drift. She puzzled over how she was here and remembered her life at Hogwarts, but nobody else seemed to. She decided to talk to everyone she recognized and see if anybody said anything.

Ron soon walked up. "Why, Ron Weasley! How dashing you look!"

"Thank you, Miss Hermione. It's a pleasure to see you again." Obviously he didn't know anything either. "Miss Hermione, I'd be quite honored if you would eat barbeque with me this afternoon."

Hermione graciously said yes and excused herself to mingle politely with the other guests. She soon ran into the Weasley twins, who didn't recognize her either, and promised they, too, could eat lunch with her.

Lunch was a grand affair and Hermione took the opportunity to step out of her shell and be somebody she wasn't. She girlishly flirted with all the boys around her and even told Ron he could get her dessert.

Soon after lunch, Hermione found it custom for the young ladies to take a nap before the ball later that evening. She caught up to Susan Bones, who still didn't know anything from Hogwarts obviously, and began mindless chatter. As they started up the staircase, Hermione's eyes wandered downstairs to a man watching her with intense interest. It was none other than Severus Snape.

Hermione suddenly recalled the incident which brought her here. If anyone was to remember Hogwarts and find them a way out of here, it was him. She turned to Susan and innocently inquired as to who he was.

Susan's eyes grew wide. "Oh my, Hermione. Have you not heard? Mr. Snape isn't accepted in Charleston! Something about a girl and "not a marrying man."

Hermione was shocked. But then again, perhaps it was just this book they were stuck in. She opted to believe the later.

Soon all the girls were out of their dresses and fast asleep in the hot summer's afternoon. But Hermione was up to something else. She just knew she had to tell Harry now, or she'd never have another chance with the glances he was stealing at Ginny.

She quietly got dressed and tiptoed downstairs searching for Harry everywhere. She soon saw him exit the room where the gentlemen were heartily talking of war and women. Harry made his way towards the grounds, but Hermione caught him and pulled him into a sitting room of sorts.

"Hermione, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be taking a nap?" Harry asked concerned.

"Oh, a little afternoon heat never hurt a girl," Hermione flirted back innocently. "I told you I have something to tell you, and I decided that now would be a good time what with everybody busy."

Harry's eyes lowered. "Hermione, I know what you're going to say, and I'm going to ask that you just not say it to save us both the trouble of dealing with it."

Hermione was shocked. "Harry Potter there is no way on this earth that you could have known what I am going to say. I love you, Harry Potter. Why are you marrying that Ginny Weasley? You've loved me and still do. Don't deny it."

Harry looked at her with forlorn eyes. "Oh, Hermione, I never meant to lead you on. It was never my intention, but Ginny and I understand each other. Hermione, you just have too much life for me. Ginny suits me. That's what I was going to tell you. I'm going to marry her. You've just got to understand."

She didn't know why she was so angry with him, but she was. No, Hermione was livid. "You, you led me on!" Her anger took over and she slapped him across the face. Harry didn't seem surprised at all. He bowed himself out of the room and left without saying another word.

Hermione brushed away the tears that had started to flow. But her anger was still raging. She picked up a vase and hurled it at the wall. A low whistle sounded from the behind the couch. None other than Severus Snape appeared. He had obviously been hiding throughout the entire interaction between herself and Harry. If anything could have made Hermione even madder, it was this. "Mr. Snape! How dare you listen in on this private conversation!"

"And miss the drama? Hardly so, but we have bigger problems. I assume you remember me?"

Hermione felt a wave of relief even though she had just laid her heart on her sleeve for Snape to know everything. "Yes. I assume you know how to get us out of this wretched book?"

"Insolent girl. I know no such thing. My best guess is that we will have to live out the book and then the potion's spell will be released. What book were you reading, anyway?"

"Gone with the Wind. Have you read it?"

"No. How far were you? Can you tell me what to expect?"

Hermione shifted guiltily. "No. The best I know is that the American Civil War will break out soon."

Snape looked enraged. "Are you trying to tell me that I will most likely have to fight in a Muggle war? A 19th Century Muggle war no less?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Hermione replied calmer than before.

"A fine mess you've gotten us into, Miss Granger."

Hermione stared him down. "I was not the one adding the ingredients to blow up the potion!" Her temper had finally blown and she stormed out of the room without a single glance back.

When she reached the main hall she heard a loud whoop from the parlor where the gentlemen had been talking. Suddenly, many of them stormed out looking like Christmas had come early. She managed to stop a passerby and asked what the commotion was about.

"Why, Miss Hermione, it's war! War has just been declared and we're all off to enlist in the army!" He quickly hurried off with his friends to ride of into town.

Hermione looked around at all the young couples in love as the man left to fight in a war. Her eyes found and locked onto Harry and Ginny. Harry was mounted on a horse and Ginny was standing beside him with tears running down her cheeks. Harry bent down and kissed her full on the lips twice before riding off with the others. But before Hermione could tear herself away from the window, Ron Weasley was standing next to her.

"Miss, Miss Hermione? I know this is rather sudden and that I'm not the smartest or most charming man, but would you do me the honor of becoming my husband before I ride off to war?"

Hermione thought about it. At this point she believed that this was a dream and she had to live out the book to get home. She let her bolder side come through. "Why, yes, Mr. Weasley. I will marry you." She couldn't believe she had said that the moment it came from her mouth, but the look of excitement on Ron's face told her she couldn't retract it. He asked when he should ask her father and Hermione told him the sooner the better.

Within the week she was a married woman and her husband was off at war.