Hi, everyone! This is Drew and Anna (well, actually, just Drew right now;
Anna will be writing chapter 2). Before you begin reading, we have some
information for you about this fic. Bacially, the events of Jane Austen's
Pride and Prejudice are taking place in sixth year in J.K. Rowling's Harry
Potter series. Many of the main characters in HP will portray the
characters in Pride and Prejudice. For those of you who have already read
Pride and Prejudice, we ask you to PLEASE NOT compare the characters to
their parallels by name; that would spoil the surprise of who's going to
pair up with whom for those who have not (read it)! We chose the title,
It's About Time, after the R+H song by Lillix (I hate you, I love you, I
just can't remember to forget you.It's about life, it's about fun, it's
over before it has begun, it's about you, it's about me, it's about
everything between.) and because this story has the plot of Pride and
Prejudice in the time of the HP characters. Well, without further adieu,
It's About Time!
Hermione Granger sat in her chair, reading her book though not really concentrating on the words. It was not for lack of trying; on the contrary, she had gone over the same sentence going on thirteen times. However, when presented with something more interesting to concentrate on, even half a human would. Thus Hermione, being fully human-mentally, at least-could hardly be blamed for giving up on the book entirely, and focusing instead on the person sitting across the room from her. Not really noticing what she was doing, Hermione's hand raised of its own accord to her sometimes curly, sometimes bushy hair. Today it was the former; though, as Hermione quietly observed, it wasn't as though anyone would take three seconds to notice. Not the least of which, the tall, red- haired boy who was currently the object of her affection. As she pondered him, the aforementioned hand began its rotation around her frizzy mane, as it often did when something was something was bothering her.or if she was bothered because that something did not bother her at all.
Against her own will, Hermione's thoughts turned to flickering images of a certain ball two years prior, and a certain argument that took place not five feet away from the very spot which she currently occupied. She wondered if it was at all ironic that the said argument took place between Hermione and the observed, Ron.
She could only come to one conclusion: Probably.
Hermione Granger sat in her chair, reading her book though not really concentrating on the words. It was not for lack of trying; on the contrary, she had gone over the same sentence going on thirteen times. However, when presented with something more interesting to concentrate on, even half a human would. Thus Hermione, being fully human-mentally, at least-could hardly be blamed for giving up on the book entirely, and focusing instead on the person sitting across the room from her. Not really noticing what she was doing, Hermione's hand raised of its own accord to her sometimes curly, sometimes bushy hair. Today it was the former; though, as Hermione quietly observed, it wasn't as though anyone would take three seconds to notice. Not the least of which, the tall, red- haired boy who was currently the object of her affection. As she pondered him, the aforementioned hand began its rotation around her frizzy mane, as it often did when something was something was bothering her.or if she was bothered because that something did not bother her at all.
Against her own will, Hermione's thoughts turned to flickering images of a certain ball two years prior, and a certain argument that took place not five feet away from the very spot which she currently occupied. She wondered if it was at all ironic that the said argument took place between Hermione and the observed, Ron.
She could only come to one conclusion: Probably.