Disclaimer: the characters, some settings and some sections of the plot used in my story belong to either the wonderful writers J.K. Rowling or Jane Austen and in now way to I aim to make any profit out of this story. I am merely borrowing their creations so as to amuse both my readers and myself. I can however say that the adapted plot belongs to me :)

Pride and Prejudice – Their Story

By: Masquerade Girl

Rating: PG-13 (currently but will possibly go up as the story progresses)

Summary: Sleepless drought mistakenly added to a time travel potion could be disastrous; though Hermione and Draco trapped in the past reliving a famous piece of muggle literature is disastrous. HGDM pairing Non-HBP-post compliant.

A/N: so here's the first chapter :) it will be slow going at first until they meet as both do not realize completely what has happened, so bear with me! And as always review please people! They always make me happy to know my work is appreciated! And a big thanks to all who did take the time to review the Prologue! Thank you!

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife…

Hermione's mind was in overdrive, she could barely remember anything except that she had previously been in potions. 'The last thing I remember was working on a potion with Neville…' she thought as she smiled at the still babbling girl beside her, turning her thoughts to the girl 'she looks live Lavender, speaks and behaves like Lavender yet she said her name was Lydia…' looking around the room '…perhaps Lavender has a twin sister called Lydia…' Hermione thought '…who lives in an old English house and likes to call people by different names….'

Before Hermione could carry her thoughts any further the door to the room opened slightly and a female head poked through.

Hermione's face showed more signs of confusion as the girl told them to come down stairs, Lydia jumped out of the bed pulling Hermione with her, "in a moment, Kitty!" replied Lydia before returning to her previous babblings towards Hermione

Hermione's thoughts stalled on a single thought, 'I know that face too…' as she began to feel the situation she was in was getting more and more out of her control…

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Draco felt the carriage beginning to turn and was able to get a glimpse of something other than just the green scenery he had been watching for the last half-hour. There at the end of the road they had turned onto was a large house; a house in his mind for it was 'perhaps nearly a third of the size of Malfoy Manor…'

Caroline, the woman who looked like the splitting image of Pansy, clapped her hands with glee before returning her eyes to where they had been looking the whole trip, at Draco. "It does look marvellous Charles" she complimented Blaise 'Charles?' thought Draco, before being disturbed by the presence of Pansy's 'Caroline's?' hand on his knee, "Darcy, won't you agree with me?" she questioned to which Draco nodded in consent before turning his gaze back to the world outside of the carriage and a frown returning to his face.

'This is all Granger fault' he mused, 'this must be her doings to make me end up in here after I last remembered being in potions…'

His mind returned to his only memory from that last potions lesson he had been in, before waking up in this carriage, one he had played over and over in his mind, without it shedding any light on his current situation…

"You…" she began as her face reddened in anger before a voice from the doorway called their attention to the cauldron beside them "Look out!"

Then there was just darkness after that… like he had fallen asleep.

The carriage came to a stop. Charles 'Blaise?' motioned for Draco to exit the carriage first, as the door opened.

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Hermione having shooed the still babbling girl from the room claiming to need to change, she almost wished she hadn't for upon throwing the cupboard doors open she came to the realisation that something really wasn't right. In the closet there was not a single piece of clothing that she recognised from the modern century.

'It's like I've stepped back in time.' Hermione mused as she hesitantly reached out to touch a pale blue summery dress, 'but then why does everyone so far look so familiar?' as she moved onto a delicate cream satin dress, with beads sewn into the shape of a belt below her bust, 'and why if they all look familiar do they… including me… using different names?' finally settling on a pale yellow dress with short sleaves and a ribbon accentuating the empire line of the dress, before it fell to the floor in a rather baggy and unflattering style.

'This must be a dream. Something must have happened in potions to make me fall unconscious and I am now in the Hospital Wing.' Hermione thought to comfort herself 'all of this is a creation of my imagination. Merely a dream.'

Before she would let another thought cross her mind and contradict the comfort those thoughts had brought to her, Hermione grabbed another ribbon to tie her hair in a bun slipped some shoes on her feet and poked her head out the door to see where she should go. Seconds later she heard a loud and familiar voice that must have come from below but pointed her in the direction of the stairs.

"My dear Mr. Bennet, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?"

Shutting the door behind her and beginning to walk towards the direction of the Hermione made it two steps before coming to a sudden halt as her brain linked all the details.

'Lydia… Lizzy… Kitty… Bennet… Netherfield Park…'

"Pride and Prejudice?" she whispered to herself before she suddenly felt to bodies, one on either side of her, linking their arms with hers and dragging her towards the voice, and hopefully somewhere where she could figure why she was here.

Upon entering what must have been a sitting room, Hermione notice a few more familiar faces 'all wearing similar dress for the period Austen wrote in' Hermione noted. While a conversation, one Hermione had read many times continued in the background she sat and observed the other people, trying to figure out who was who.

"A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet.

Hermione's eyes went wide 'Professor McGonagall?' shaking her head 'what ever caused me to concoct this dream must have been a real screw up' she thought as she rubbed her temples.

"Lizzy are you feeling all right?" asked the girl whom she'd sat beside. "Ah yes I'm fine, thank you." Replied Hermione unsure of which character she was speaking to but glad to see another familiar face 'Ginny!' then her attention was diverted to the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.

"You must visit him as soon as he comes." Mrs. Bennet spoke.

"I see no occasion for that," replied Mr. Bennet and upon seeing his face Hermione paled 'Snape! Merlin this dream is spinning more and more out of control' she thought as Mr. Bennet continued his reply to his wife's comment "You and the girls, may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better…"

Hermione too wrapped up in her thoughts did not hear any more for it did not matter, she knew what would happen next.

Lydia soon appeared and grabbed both her and the girl beside her. "Come Lizzy and Jane, let us venture into Meryton to look at the new ribbons that should have arrived today."

'Well at least Ginny still ended up being my best friend' Hermione mused as she was whisked out the room catching the end of her favourite moment between the Bennet parents

"You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves." Cried Mrs. Bennet.

Hermione giggle to herself, 'never would I have even considered McGonagall to be the one to say those words… and especially not towards Snape' she thought as Mr. Bennet replied to his wife.

"You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least."

Hermione allowed herself one more thought on the subject 'Here's hoping I wake up soon before this dream takes any more turns for the worst. For this has to be a dream right?' before she was handed her bonnet and dragged out the front door, off to Meryton.

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Draco excused himself as soon as he saw the opportunity, being led by Charles towards what would be his chambers.

'Hopefully not for too long' he thought as Charles opened a door and motioned him in.

"Here you go Darcy, hope this will do for you. I know it's nothing like Pemberly but hopefully it will suffice." Charles said before shutting the door behind him.

Draco collapsed onto the bed in the middle of the room.

'Ok now that I'm alone let's try and figure out what's happen' he thought to himself as he looked around the room 'this obviously has to be Grangers fault… wait red?'

Sitting up he looked around the room 'and gold?'

Getting to his feet he groaned 'Oh I bet she's laughing now alright, while I'm stuck in a room decked out for a gryffindork…'

Falling back onto the bed he fell in too a restless sleep.

Waking the next morning, Draco made sure he looked as good as he could in the hideous outfit he'd found himself in 'who wears pants this tight? Honestly… and this thing wrapped around my neck, how am I even going to get the girls with this?' arching his eyebrow and giving himself one more inspection 'on second thoughts these pants sure do justice to my ass, won't take the girls long to notice.'

And with that Draco walked out the door and towards the stairs to head downstairs. Walking down the stairs he heard voices from what must have been the sitting room.

"It has been a real pleasure to meet you Mr. Bennet, and I promise you I will return the favour." Spoke Charles.

"Oh no Mr. Bingley, the pleasure has been all mine." Replied a voice Draco had known all his life. 'Snape?'

Walking into the room, he almost choked at the sight in front of him.

'While theses outfits seems to suit me ok, they do nothing for Snape at all… Oh Granger is going to get it when I get out of here, there had better be a way to erase this memory from my mind…'

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Dumbledore was currently watching the two students still lying in the Hospital Wing. They still had no clue what had caused such a reaction, Snape had spent all night analysing the potion and had made not even an inch of progress. These two students, the brightest of their time had created a new potion, without knowing what they had done though was making it ever so difficult to find a potion to reverse whatever effects it was having on them.

As Dumbledore turned to leave he notices something sticking out of Draco Malfoy's robe pocket. 'An empty vial, I wonder if this may give some insight to Severus…' and with that he left the two students.

A/N: so like I said before, please take a second to review this story please people :) next chapter should be up soon.

~Masquerade Girl