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Pride and Prejudice, Of a Different Sort
Chapter 4: Insanity Runs In the Family
Harry was running through the rain, toward the side entrance of Longbourn, hoping that Hermione was alright.
'If she is hurt, I will never forgive our mother,' he mentally vowed.
He reached the door and knocked on it several times until his father opened it for him with a slightly amused expression on his face.
"I hope Hermione is fine," Harry said to his father throwing an angry stare at his mother who was looking out the window with a blissful smile.
"I knew it! Now she will have to stay the night!" Mrs. Bennet squealed delightedly.
Harry and Mr. Bennet stared at her unbelieving of what they were witnessing.
"I do not think, my dear, that you can take credit for making it rain," Mr. Bennet stated.
His wife looked at him with an upturned nose and a high and mighty air.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" she asked rhetorically, while she waltzed from the room snobbishly.
Mr. Bennet rolled his eyes at his wife, and Harry gazed after her, his face openly questioning her sanity.
Women were strange.
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As Harry sorted through the mail while standing in the kitchen, he spotted an envelope with his name on it.
"Oh! It's from Hermione!" he smiled. "Thank goodness."
The women of his family all looked up from their various chores with inquisitive faces,
"Well read it!" yelled Tonks, the others nodding in agreement.
Harry hurriedly opened and scanned the letter.
When he finished he looked up at his kin and their anxiety.
"Mione has caught a cold, and the Bingley's are insisting that she stay. I hope she will be alright..." he murmured as his sisters grabbed the letter.
Mrs. Bennet merely snorted, in a rather unladylike fashion.
"This is going splendidly. They will get to spend a lot of time together, and Bingley is already in love with her, I am sure of it!" Seeing her son's disbelieving eyes for the second time that day she snorted once again.
"People do not die from the common cold, Harry," she said firmly.
Harry raised his eyebrows at her.
"True. But she might just perish at the thought of having such a mother," he retorted, standing and starting out of the room.
"Where are you going, Harry?" Ginny called after him, sticking her head out of the door to the kitchen.
Harry looked back over his shoulder, answering, "I'm going to see Mione."
The other females' heads also popped out of the door.
"On foot?!"
Harry nodded, amused.
"Three miles isn't that far," he yelled, shutting the front door behind him.