Jane Austen RP/Harry Potter
iamisaac
fandom 32
Jane Austen (RP)/Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy/Jane Austen
PG
Disclaimer: no money and not my characters or people
Proof positive that the 40 fandoms idea has exploded my brain. Draco is somewhat OOC.
Draco Malfoy hesitated at the door of the room. This was not what he had anticipated. He thought suspiciously about the Time Turner. Bought on the black market, he had always had his doubts of it. Then, to his left, he heard a gentleman say
"That's young Malfoy just come in;" and he relaxed, apologising privately to the Time Turner for his suspicions.
Maybe... maybe wizards just did things differently in the late 18th Century. He took a few more steps inside and was immediately pounced upon by an older man.
"Tom! How are you?"
Tom?
"Fine," said Draco mechanically.
Who the hell was Tom? The person who played Draco in the films of his life was called Tom - Tom Felton. Maybe this man had got the two muddled up. Then he remembered that the films would not be released for another 200 years, and he felt uneasy again.
"I'll just introduce you to your first dancing partner, Tom. I'm sure you'll get along marvellously."
Draco followed the man obediently as he led the way to where a girl of Draco's own age was sitting. For the first time in his life he was grateful to his father for the form of ritual humiliation called dancing lessons that Lucius had forced upon him. It seemed that they might - finally - be useful. The girl had flushed cheeks and a slight tendency to plumpness, but her smile was surprisingly appealing.
"Good evening," she said politely.
The man smiled paternally at the pair.
"Tom, this is Miss Jane Austen. Miss Austen, Tom Lefroy."
Draco froze. Not Malfoy, after all. Lefroy. He'd been mistaken for someone else. Damn that Time Turner. Short of sprinting away, however, he had little choice but to continue in this enforced role.
"Delighted to meet you, Miss Austen."
"The Irish gift of blarney, I see," she retorted lightly.
He was Irish? The man had melted away, and Draco was left alone with the girl.
"Will you dance?" he asked politely.
"I thought you'd never ask!"
They stood up together. Although Draco knew something of dancing, he was aware that his skills did not live up to his partner's, and was not surprised when she said
"They dance differently where you come from, Mr Lefroy?"
At last something he could give an honest answer to!
"They certainly do." The dance ended, and Draco added "Shall we sit out the next?"
Miss Austen agreed, and he collected two glasses of punch. They sat by the side of the open fire and Draco took the opportunity to say
"Tell me about some of the other guests."
Above all things he needed to know something about where he'd landed up; but it turned out to be a fortuitous question. Miss Austen had a Slytherin sense of humour, slyly poking fun at people as she named them. Of one large lady:
"That's Mrs Devlin, complaining that she is shortly to be confined for the thirteenth time. My remedy would be separate beds, but - perhaps fortunately - she has not asked me."
Of an exceedingly ugly gentleman:
"He became a widower this time last year. I suspect his wife caught a glimpse of him when she was not expecting it."
"There are some interesting people here," commented Draco dryly; then smiling "But none as interesting as you, of course."
She laughed.
"Should I pretend to be embarrassed by your attentions, Mr Lefroy? Or should I just accept them as my due? However, the really interesting party, I am told, is taking place in the neighbouring establishment. A masquerade, I must presume, judging by the eccentricities of dress."
Draco's attention was caught.
"Tell me more?"
Before long, he was certain. This second party - surely - was the meeting that he had been sent to attend? And yet, as the girl talked on, he lost interest in his original mission. She was so appealingly witty that he ignored his duty and stayed, flirting and laughing with her for the whole evening. He could catch the wizards later: he would - almost certainly - never see or hear of Jane Austen again.
"I am almost afraid to tell you how my Irish friend and I behaved. wrote Jane to her sister the next morning. Imagine to yourself everything most profligate and shocking in the way of dancing and sitting down together.
They might never meet again, but they would never forget each other.
fandom 32
Jane Austen (RP)/Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy/Jane Austen
PG
Disclaimer: no money and not my characters or people
Proof positive that the 40 fandoms idea has exploded my brain. Draco is somewhat OOC.
Draco Malfoy hesitated at the door of the room. This was not what he had anticipated. He thought suspiciously about the Time Turner. Bought on the black market, he had always had his doubts of it. Then, to his left, he heard a gentleman say
"That's young Malfoy just come in;" and he relaxed, apologising privately to the Time Turner for his suspicions.
Maybe... maybe wizards just did things differently in the late 18th Century. He took a few more steps inside and was immediately pounced upon by an older man.
"Tom! How are you?"
Tom?
"Fine," said Draco mechanically.
Who the hell was Tom? The person who played Draco in the films of his life was called Tom - Tom Felton. Maybe this man had got the two muddled up. Then he remembered that the films would not be released for another 200 years, and he felt uneasy again.
"I'll just introduce you to your first dancing partner, Tom. I'm sure you'll get along marvellously."
Draco followed the man obediently as he led the way to where a girl of Draco's own age was sitting. For the first time in his life he was grateful to his father for the form of ritual humiliation called dancing lessons that Lucius had forced upon him. It seemed that they might - finally - be useful. The girl had flushed cheeks and a slight tendency to plumpness, but her smile was surprisingly appealing.
"Good evening," she said politely.
The man smiled paternally at the pair.
"Tom, this is Miss Jane Austen. Miss Austen, Tom Lefroy."
Draco froze. Not Malfoy, after all. Lefroy. He'd been mistaken for someone else. Damn that Time Turner. Short of sprinting away, however, he had little choice but to continue in this enforced role.
"Delighted to meet you, Miss Austen."
"The Irish gift of blarney, I see," she retorted lightly.
He was Irish? The man had melted away, and Draco was left alone with the girl.
"Will you dance?" he asked politely.
"I thought you'd never ask!"
They stood up together. Although Draco knew something of dancing, he was aware that his skills did not live up to his partner's, and was not surprised when she said
"They dance differently where you come from, Mr Lefroy?"
At last something he could give an honest answer to!
"They certainly do." The dance ended, and Draco added "Shall we sit out the next?"
Miss Austen agreed, and he collected two glasses of punch. They sat by the side of the open fire and Draco took the opportunity to say
"Tell me about some of the other guests."
Above all things he needed to know something about where he'd landed up; but it turned out to be a fortuitous question. Miss Austen had a Slytherin sense of humour, slyly poking fun at people as she named them. Of one large lady:
"That's Mrs Devlin, complaining that she is shortly to be confined for the thirteenth time. My remedy would be separate beds, but - perhaps fortunately - she has not asked me."
Of an exceedingly ugly gentleman:
"He became a widower this time last year. I suspect his wife caught a glimpse of him when she was not expecting it."
"There are some interesting people here," commented Draco dryly; then smiling "But none as interesting as you, of course."
She laughed.
"Should I pretend to be embarrassed by your attentions, Mr Lefroy? Or should I just accept them as my due? However, the really interesting party, I am told, is taking place in the neighbouring establishment. A masquerade, I must presume, judging by the eccentricities of dress."
Draco's attention was caught.
"Tell me more?"
Before long, he was certain. This second party - surely - was the meeting that he had been sent to attend? And yet, as the girl talked on, he lost interest in his original mission. She was so appealingly witty that he ignored his duty and stayed, flirting and laughing with her for the whole evening. He could catch the wizards later: he would - almost certainly - never see or hear of Jane Austen again.
"I am almost afraid to tell you how my Irish friend and I behaved. wrote Jane to her sister the next morning. Imagine to yourself everything most profligate and shocking in the way of dancing and sitting down together.
They might never meet again, but they would never forget each other.