I don't own Harry Potter or Beauty and the Beast

*notes, set in pre French revolution in England, witches and wizards went to Hogwarts at age 12 and returned at age 16

Chapter 1

Hermione awoke that morning much like she did every other morning. She got up, put on her dress, tied her curly hair up with a blue ribbon, and began to make breakfast for her and her father.

Hermione's father was a quite unusual, even for a Muggle. He thought it his duty to revolutionize dentistry, as he was a dentist himself. His wife had been as well, but had died many years ago due to an untimely illness. The short, plump man had little resemblance to his beautiful daughter, who had thankfully taken after her mother in looks, but her love for learning came from her beloved father.

"Good morning, Papa," Hermione greeted as she placed the steaming bowl of porridge in front of her father's place at the table in their small cottage at the edge of the Wizarding village. Hermione's father gave the porridge a look of disdain before taking his seat at the head of the four person table.

"Good morning Hermione dear. Off to the village again today?"

Hermione sat down beside her father with her own bowl of porridge. "Yes Papa. I've just finished the most wonderful book, and I can't wait to see if John has gotten any new ones in."

"Good, good. Do you think you could bring me a few things for my invention?"

"Of course Papa," Hermione said smiling kindly at the older man, "Just tell me what you need." Mr. Granger gave his daughter a short list of things he needed, and then went to the cellar where he would continue to work on his invention.

Humming to herself, Hermione began to clean up the she had dirtied while concocting breakfast, the Muggle way. She then tied an apron on over her dress, laced up her boots, and grabbed a wicker basket that she kept by the door for when she went into the village.

The small Wizarding village in which she lived was nestled into the countryside, only a two day journey from London. Most tended to do things in a mixture of the wizard way and Muggle way, as there were two Muggle families who knew about magic, but there were still the few that insisted upon always using their wands. Every morning was the same as she remembered it since her very first day there. As she entered the village she saw people slowly begin to fill the streets. The smells of the baker's same bread and rolls began to fill the air, and the blacksmith was already hammering away in his forge was soon heard.

"Good morning Hermione!" Someone called. Hermione smiled and greeted them as she strolled down the streets at her leisure.

"Good morning Hermione!" The baker called.

"Oh, hello, Sir," Hermione smiled.

"What brings you into town today?" The plump Irish man asked as he settled some of his pastries on his cart.

"A few errands for my father, and I've just finished the most wonderful book! It was about-"

"That's wonderful lassie- Darlin'! I need those caldron cakes now!" Hermione shook her head as a small smile settled on her face. Exactly the same as the morning before. She went on her way to quickly finish her father's errands, oblivious as always to the gossip that followed her everywhere she went.

They whispered about how they thought her mother had cheated on her father because they had both been Muggles, they whispered about her father's strange inventions. Mostly the gossip centered on her, and how she usually kept to herself. Hermione was easily the most beautiful girl in the village. She was envied by all the ones she had attended school with, and though she did not know it, was one of the most sought after by the bachelors in the tiny town. One thing that made Hermione so different beyond those things was her love for books. It was believed that women should not gain a higher learning than the men, but that a simple education would suffice. She seemed aloof to those who did not know her, but to those few that did she was a great joy.

As Hermione continued on to her destination she overheard bits and pieces of the conversations around her. This was in no way out of the ordinary as the same people asked for the same things and made the same boring conversations. Hermione sighed, there had to be more out there for her than this mundane life.

Finally she was at her destination. The bell to the shop jangled as she entered signaling her presence. The shop keeper, John, shook his head and smiled upon seeing who his costumer was. "Good morning Hermione, finished already?" He asked as he took the book from her hands and placed it back with the other newer books.

"Good morning John and yes. I just couldn't put it down! Do you have anything new?" Hermione asked. She was already on one of the ladders near the back of the shop where thousands of books sat.

John chuckled, "Not since the last time you asked."

"That's alright," Hermione shrugged as her eyes scanned the titles, "I'll borrow this one." She plucked the book neatly off the shelf and handed it down to the thin man with graying hair. His skin was the same color as the parchment the books were made out of, just more wrinkled, but his eyes sparkled with something that spoke of a love for books.

"This one?" John asked making sure. When she nodded he said, "But you've read it a least ten times!"

Hermione smiled, "It's my favorite! All the action, romance, and adventure! You can just smell the ocean, and see the castle!"

John shook his head as he ushered her out the door, "Well, if you like it all that much then you can keep it."

"But Sir! Are you-"

"Yes, yes. Now get going. I know you have other errands to run." He said with a smile.

"Why thank you! Thank you very much!" she told him waving goodbye. Instantly she was glad that she had done her father's errands first. The book was already calling out to her; so much so that she already had it opened, and missed the advances of a few lads waiting outside of the book shop.

A few of the ladies stopped and watched as she continued to swerve through the crowds, not missing a beat. She even had the sense to push up a sign when a careless housekeeper poured a bucket of dirty water out and into the gutter. Her dreamy, far-off look caused many to shake their heads or stare as she went on her way, but with her nose stuck in a book as it always was, she was oblivious to it.

Just coming into the village square from yet another successful hunting trip was Ronald Weasley, easily the most handsome bachelor in a hundred mile radius, with his sidekick Harry Potter carrying the fresh load. Many of the young maidens, such as Lavender, Padma, and Parvati, swooned at the sight of him. Each was in turn hoping they would end up being the lucky wife of this supposed stud. But Ron had his sights set for only one girl, and he was sure she would be his. He was, after all, Ron Weasley, and Ron Weasley always got what he wanted.

"There she is," Ron whispered to Harry as he caught sight of Hermione.

"Yeah," Harry sighed looking in completely the opposite direction at a petite red headed witch named Ginny.

Ron cuffed Harry on the ears, "Not her you dolt," he swung his arm around Harry's shoulders and pointed to Hermione, "Her."

"Hermione? The dentists' daughter?" Harry chuckled a bit, but quickly silenced himself with one look from Ron. "Of course she is quite beautiful, but are you sure Ron? Everyone says that her father is insane, and you've heard all the talk. Plus we were with her in school. She always kept company with that Lovegood girl."

Ron snorted as he flexed his arms, enjoying the sighs of want from the girls who thought they were discretely watching him. "What of it? She is the most beautiful girl in the surrounding land. That means she's the best, and I always get the best. I will have her and none other. She will be mine." With that Ron strode off to catch up with the witch that had her nose in a book.

Hermione, oblivious as always entered a particularly crowded part of town. The villagers were quite loud, which in turn, made her look up from her book. She sighed, closing her eyes to the mayhem. There must be more than this provincial life, she thought finally making it through the thick, throng of people. The moment she was at the edge, her book was open and she was once again captivated by its words.

Most of the villagers shook their heads and smiled. They all thought she was a peculiar girl, but still, they wouldn't have traded the beauty for anything in the world. She was a joy to all who knew her.

As she was exiting the town Ron finally caught up with her. "Good morning Hermione."

"Hello, Ronald." Hermione said, silently praying he would let her be. To her dismay Ron grabbed the book out of her hands and held it by just the front cover. "Give it back please, Ronald."

"How do you read this?" he asked, carelessly flipping through the pages, leaving creases behind. "It has no drawings!"

"Some people use their imaginations," Hermione muttered, cringing as he snapped her book shut, folding a few pages in half. In doing so she missed his eyes widen in shock at her comment.

"Listen Hermione," Ron said tossing the book on the ground and putting his arm around her shoulders, "I think it's high time you got your head out of those musty pages, and begin to live." Hermione threw his arm off her shoulders as her precious book landed in the mud. She knelt down beside the puddle and gingerly lifted the book out. "The whole town's been talking about it for ages. It's not right for a woman to read. It's unnatural that she knows more than men." Hermione carefully wiped off the cover and edges of her book with her apron. When she got back home she would have to use a repairing spell on it now that some of the soggy pages were spotted with mud and where the creases were from its harmful treatment a few moments before it had begun to tear. "Soon she starts to get ideas, and begins to think! Then how will she gain a husband?" Hermione stood and continued to carefully wipe off her book.

Ron thought he had her in the palm of his hand when she remained quiet for a moment concentrating on her book, but when she was satisfied that she had done all she could at the moment she turned to him and said, "Of course you would say that Ronald. It's positively medieval."

Ron, being as dense as he was, took that as a complement. Taking the book again from her grasp, he placed a guiding hand on the small of her back and turned her again towards the village. "Why thank you Hermione. Hey!" He said thinking he was being very smooth, "Why don't you and I go down to the pub and I can show you my newest trophy?"

Hermione discretely rolled her eyes as she tried and failed to snatch her book back. "Maybe some other time," she offered, not intending to keep her promise.

The three girls who had been watching Ron previously heard her reply to his request and shook their heads in disgust. "She's absolutely barmy," Lavender whispered indignantly. The other three agreed as they sighed, "He's gorgeous. Who wouldn't want to go with him?"

"I'm sorry Ronald, but I can't." Hermione protested again, finally managing to take her book from his firm grip. "I have to get home to help my father. Goodbye," she said quickly and hurried back the way she had come.

So... what'd ya think? Good or trash? (please don't say trash. I've got like 15 chapters written already...) I don't usually write in third person, so this is different for me. I mean I've done one-shots like that, but neve a full story. There will eventually be completely original chapters. As of right now I'm watching the movie and making the scenes and dialouge from that, but later chapters will be completely original with a few half original/half descirbed from the movie. Oh, and for past readers, there are no definatly's unless they belong there haha ;) so let me know what you thought! Oh! And if you want to make a cover for this story that would be awesome and I'd be eternally grateful! =) Thanks for reading!

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P.S. for BTM readers... hello again =) Did you miss me? haha =)