Lost in a Book Quiz
Lost in a Book Challenge
The Lost in a Good Book challenge was issued in 2006 by the fabulous Lady of the Masque. What happens when our favorite fictional couples gets sucked into a wizarding novel and have to find their way out of the story? Come lose yourself in a good fanfic and find out!
Match the story to the quote:
A Bit of Before-bed Reading by Horserider (WIP)
The Lonely Ones by Noelani Sitara (abandoned)
Lost in a (not so) Good Book by Bubblebunny (WIP)
Severus Snape and the Claiming of Sleeping Hermione by Pearle
As The Pages Turn by StormySkize
Concupiscence by The Grim (WIP)
Rhyme & Reason by DawnEB
Happily Ever After by Kbauman24601 (WIP)
Craig McEvil and the Plot to Kidnap Hermione by Sigh (WIP)
Luscious Red Riding Hood by Ladyofthemasque
Secrets Secrets by Jgurlpunkrck
Angel of Music by Celisnebula
1. She knew it was hard having to rearrange the way you thought of someone, from student to teacher, but that was no excuse for being such a nasty person. Although, in Snape’s case, it probably was a good enough excuse.
Through all her musings, Hermione had stopped paying attention to him, and now Snape was standing in front of her.
“Oh, my dearest Hermione, how glad I am that we have met here, on such a beautiful day. Can you not believe our luck, my sweetest? And here, I have picked some flowers for you. Though they may never compare to your beauty, I’d have to say they are fairly pretty.”
The words startled her so much; she dropped all the books she’d been carrying.
2. Surprised, Severus glanced at the other books lying haphazardly next to the basket. His cock hardened as he read the titles: The Story of O and The Master’s Handbook. Who knew the quiet, conservative bookworm had such an interest in kinky erotica?
Hermione shifted in her sleep, startling the already surprised wizard. Her leg connected with both of his, knocking the already off-balanced wizard over. Severus put his hands out to break the fall. At the angle he was dropping, it was a sure bet he would flatten Granger. His hand landed on hers, the book still held in her open grip.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his knee thumping hard against the ground.
A blinding light shot out from the book, encompassing them both.
“Shite,” thought Hermione, coming awake as the light finally faded. She tried to look around, but found her movements limited by some invisible force. As far as she could tell, she was lying in a dusty, four-poster bed, the windows closed against the midday sun.
3. “You really are a bastard,” Hermione said as she brought the book out from behind her back.
“Everyone has to be good at something,” he countered as he reached for the book.
Snape’s hand closed over the book, but before Hermione could let go of her end of it, there was a flash of brilliant purple light and the sound of wind roaring around them. The library started spinning around them, faster and faster until the room was nothing but a blur.
Hermione and Snape looked at each other over the book. It was now the centre of their universe and both held on tightly.
“Do not let go!” Snape shouted over the nearly deafening noise of the maelstrom that surrounded them.
Hermione could only nod. The spinning room was beginning to make her queasy so she closed her eyes and hoped she wouldn’t be sick.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute or two, the howling wind died down and the room stopped spinning.
Hermione opened her eyes.
She was sitting at a workbench in the Potions classroom. Harry Potter sat on one side of her, and Ron Weasley on the other. They were not the Harry Potter and the Ron Weasley she knew now, however.
4. Snape stood and stared off into the distance. Yes, her theory made sense; he'd once read of this sort of thing happening. The person involved was stuck in the book, but had found a way to get out. The witch beside him was still prattling on, and with his aching head Severus was finding it difficult to concentrate. He knew that there was a way to get yourself out, if only he could think...
"... so if I'm right, and I have little doubt I am, that was the Old Woman who lived in a shoe, and that would make you little Bo Peep!" Snape glared at her.
"So, what with your empty-headed bleating, we can safely assume that you are my sheep," he replied nastily. Hermione bristled.
5. But it was one of those secrets that was just embarrassing enough that Snape would have to kill you if you found out and he would do it slowly and painfully to make you pay for putting him through the inconvenience.
He had stumbled upon it a few years ago while flipping through a Potions journal that he felt was decidedly deteriorating in quality. It was a novel concept he had to admit, once he had gotten past his initial disgust. And it would serve as a remedy for years of...personal neglect, so to speak.
Not that he couldn’t if he wanted to. He just didn’t want to. Sex and all that, well, it just complicated things that were all ready unnecessarily complicated. You couldn’t have sex with a woman without her thinking that there was some sort of greater meaning to what you had just done other than the fact that your erection needed tending to and there was someone willing to lend a hand (and perhaps one or two other things) in assistance.
6. Snape found himself in a dimly lit cavern; the stench of sewage greeted his nose as he took in his surroundings. To the left, a dark lake stretched out before him with a small boat tied to a moor, and to the right, the concrete island stretched on, meeting a wall with a doorway. With one last glance out across the dark lake, Snape turned and started towards the door.
“Professor Snape,” Hermione squeaked in surprise as he walked through the doorway. “Is it really you? This shouldn’t be happening - Neither you nor Ron should’ve been affected by the book, it was keyed only to me.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “You mean to tell me that you deliberately did this to yourself? Do you have any idea the sort of problems you’ve caused? You and Weasley have been in stasis for nearly a week now, and Potter’s frantic.”
“What do you mean, a week?” Hermione asked. “But that’s impossible! The spell is only supposed to last as long … Oh, bugger!”
7. Sighing, Hermione tilted her head, giving his body a thorough perusal. “You don’t look like an anemic wax bean, Severus. You’re thin and sallow-skinned, yes, but now that I can finally see you in something other than all that multi-layered Victorian prudery you wear, you have a very attractive body, with just the right amount of muscles--and that treasure-line all but begs to be licked, in my opinion.”
He blushed, yanking his jacket closed again, but something in his tense posture softened a little at her blunt, flat-voiced admission.
“As for your personality, you’re prickly, yes, but you’re not nearly as bad company as you used to be. You’re also staggeringly intelligent, and I happen to find intelligence highly attractive.”
“--Then what did you ever see in Weasley?” he snorted. And blanched, ducking his head. “…I apologize,” he mumbled gruffly. “That was uncalled-for.”
8. It was best to not even think about that. Who would ever want to do that to me, truly? And how would I ever come to be in the position to ask for it? Does one even ask for such a thing, or does the man somehow know when it should best be done? How does he find out such things?
No, it was far better to turn to another page, rather than dwell upon something she had only the barest of concepts about.
She thumbed back, and opened the book to another, earlier page. Best to start closer to the beginning.
But the beginning proved to not be much better; the illustration depicted a feminine breast with a hand gently stroking the nipple into pertness. When it cupped around the breast and began delicately pinching and pulling the nipple between two fingers, she tore her eyes away to the text, reading the explanation about how breasts could be used as a stimulus for sexual pleasure.
Subconsciously, she folded her arms in front of her as she continued to read, and without realizing it, her fingers began to make subtle contact with her own right breast. She had just made the decision to turn the page to continue the paragraph she was on when a shadow suddenly fell over the book.
9. Professor Snape wouldn't be here for another twenty minutes. She had asked him to help her to categorize a couple of non-catalogued Potions books. They didn't look like they belonged in the Restricted Section, but there were a couple of potions that made her wonder if they ought to be freely accessed by the younger students.
Perhaps a small break was in order after her long hours of work. She'd have to make sure she put it away before Professor Snape arrived though. She made a little face at the reaction he'd have catching her with such a book.
She sat down on a bench with the open book before her. Her eyes fell on the page.
"The rain lashed the windows of the swaying carriage. Lady Hermione Granger swayed to and fro with the rocking of the seat."
Hermione started to exclaim but found the room spinning about her. She felt nauseous until the darkness resolved itself and she found she was no longer seated on the hard library bench, but on the padded seat of a swaying coach with the winds howling without.
10. Looking around, they noticed they were standing on the pavement of a cobbled street. Instead of cars and buses, however, there were horse drawn carriages and people riding on horseback. Hermione saw women dressed in long, empire-waist gowns while the majority of men wore light colored, form fitting pants with short dark jackets. Severus, though he had traveled extensively, did not recognize any familiar landmarks.
“Hermione! What are you doing out there? Come inside. Father wants to speak to you.” Hermione whipped around and saw Draco coming down the steps of a very large brick townhouse.
“Severus! We have been looking for you all over, old chap. Ron and Remus are already at the club!” Severus looked up and saw Harry Potter headed towards him with a very happy expression on his face. He turned a horrified face towards Hermione.
The Lost in a Good Book challenge was issued in 2006 by the fabulous Lady of the Masque. What happens when our favorite fictional couples gets sucked into a wizarding novel and have to find their way out of the story? Come lose yourself in a good fanfic and find out!
Match the story to the quote:
A Bit of Before-bed Reading by Horserider (WIP)
The Lonely Ones by Noelani Sitara (abandoned)
Lost in a (not so) Good Book by Bubblebunny (WIP)
Severus Snape and the Claiming of Sleeping Hermione by Pearle
As The Pages Turn by StormySkize
Concupiscence by The Grim (WIP)
Rhyme & Reason by DawnEB
Happily Ever After by Kbauman24601 (WIP)
Craig McEvil and the Plot to Kidnap Hermione by Sigh (WIP)
Luscious Red Riding Hood by Ladyofthemasque
Secrets Secrets by Jgurlpunkrck
Angel of Music by Celisnebula
1. She knew it was hard having to rearrange the way you thought of someone, from student to teacher, but that was no excuse for being such a nasty person. Although, in Snape’s case, it probably was a good enough excuse.
Through all her musings, Hermione had stopped paying attention to him, and now Snape was standing in front of her.
“Oh, my dearest Hermione, how glad I am that we have met here, on such a beautiful day. Can you not believe our luck, my sweetest? And here, I have picked some flowers for you. Though they may never compare to your beauty, I’d have to say they are fairly pretty.”
The words startled her so much; she dropped all the books she’d been carrying.
2. Surprised, Severus glanced at the other books lying haphazardly next to the basket. His cock hardened as he read the titles: The Story of O and The Master’s Handbook. Who knew the quiet, conservative bookworm had such an interest in kinky erotica?
Hermione shifted in her sleep, startling the already surprised wizard. Her leg connected with both of his, knocking the already off-balanced wizard over. Severus put his hands out to break the fall. At the angle he was dropping, it was a sure bet he would flatten Granger. His hand landed on hers, the book still held in her open grip.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his knee thumping hard against the ground.
A blinding light shot out from the book, encompassing them both.
“Shite,” thought Hermione, coming awake as the light finally faded. She tried to look around, but found her movements limited by some invisible force. As far as she could tell, she was lying in a dusty, four-poster bed, the windows closed against the midday sun.
3. “You really are a bastard,” Hermione said as she brought the book out from behind her back.
“Everyone has to be good at something,” he countered as he reached for the book.
Snape’s hand closed over the book, but before Hermione could let go of her end of it, there was a flash of brilliant purple light and the sound of wind roaring around them. The library started spinning around them, faster and faster until the room was nothing but a blur.
Hermione and Snape looked at each other over the book. It was now the centre of their universe and both held on tightly.
“Do not let go!” Snape shouted over the nearly deafening noise of the maelstrom that surrounded them.
Hermione could only nod. The spinning room was beginning to make her queasy so she closed her eyes and hoped she wouldn’t be sick.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute or two, the howling wind died down and the room stopped spinning.
Hermione opened her eyes.
She was sitting at a workbench in the Potions classroom. Harry Potter sat on one side of her, and Ron Weasley on the other. They were not the Harry Potter and the Ron Weasley she knew now, however.
4. Snape stood and stared off into the distance. Yes, her theory made sense; he'd once read of this sort of thing happening. The person involved was stuck in the book, but had found a way to get out. The witch beside him was still prattling on, and with his aching head Severus was finding it difficult to concentrate. He knew that there was a way to get yourself out, if only he could think...
"... so if I'm right, and I have little doubt I am, that was the Old Woman who lived in a shoe, and that would make you little Bo Peep!" Snape glared at her.
"So, what with your empty-headed bleating, we can safely assume that you are my sheep," he replied nastily. Hermione bristled.
5. But it was one of those secrets that was just embarrassing enough that Snape would have to kill you if you found out and he would do it slowly and painfully to make you pay for putting him through the inconvenience.
He had stumbled upon it a few years ago while flipping through a Potions journal that he felt was decidedly deteriorating in quality. It was a novel concept he had to admit, once he had gotten past his initial disgust. And it would serve as a remedy for years of...personal neglect, so to speak.
Not that he couldn’t if he wanted to. He just didn’t want to. Sex and all that, well, it just complicated things that were all ready unnecessarily complicated. You couldn’t have sex with a woman without her thinking that there was some sort of greater meaning to what you had just done other than the fact that your erection needed tending to and there was someone willing to lend a hand (and perhaps one or two other things) in assistance.
6. Snape found himself in a dimly lit cavern; the stench of sewage greeted his nose as he took in his surroundings. To the left, a dark lake stretched out before him with a small boat tied to a moor, and to the right, the concrete island stretched on, meeting a wall with a doorway. With one last glance out across the dark lake, Snape turned and started towards the door.
“Professor Snape,” Hermione squeaked in surprise as he walked through the doorway. “Is it really you? This shouldn’t be happening - Neither you nor Ron should’ve been affected by the book, it was keyed only to me.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “You mean to tell me that you deliberately did this to yourself? Do you have any idea the sort of problems you’ve caused? You and Weasley have been in stasis for nearly a week now, and Potter’s frantic.”
“What do you mean, a week?” Hermione asked. “But that’s impossible! The spell is only supposed to last as long … Oh, bugger!”
7. Sighing, Hermione tilted her head, giving his body a thorough perusal. “You don’t look like an anemic wax bean, Severus. You’re thin and sallow-skinned, yes, but now that I can finally see you in something other than all that multi-layered Victorian prudery you wear, you have a very attractive body, with just the right amount of muscles--and that treasure-line all but begs to be licked, in my opinion.”
He blushed, yanking his jacket closed again, but something in his tense posture softened a little at her blunt, flat-voiced admission.
“As for your personality, you’re prickly, yes, but you’re not nearly as bad company as you used to be. You’re also staggeringly intelligent, and I happen to find intelligence highly attractive.”
“--Then what did you ever see in Weasley?” he snorted. And blanched, ducking his head. “…I apologize,” he mumbled gruffly. “That was uncalled-for.”
8. It was best to not even think about that. Who would ever want to do that to me, truly? And how would I ever come to be in the position to ask for it? Does one even ask for such a thing, or does the man somehow know when it should best be done? How does he find out such things?
No, it was far better to turn to another page, rather than dwell upon something she had only the barest of concepts about.
She thumbed back, and opened the book to another, earlier page. Best to start closer to the beginning.
But the beginning proved to not be much better; the illustration depicted a feminine breast with a hand gently stroking the nipple into pertness. When it cupped around the breast and began delicately pinching and pulling the nipple between two fingers, she tore her eyes away to the text, reading the explanation about how breasts could be used as a stimulus for sexual pleasure.
Subconsciously, she folded her arms in front of her as she continued to read, and without realizing it, her fingers began to make subtle contact with her own right breast. She had just made the decision to turn the page to continue the paragraph she was on when a shadow suddenly fell over the book.
9. Professor Snape wouldn't be here for another twenty minutes. She had asked him to help her to categorize a couple of non-catalogued Potions books. They didn't look like they belonged in the Restricted Section, but there were a couple of potions that made her wonder if they ought to be freely accessed by the younger students.
Perhaps a small break was in order after her long hours of work. She'd have to make sure she put it away before Professor Snape arrived though. She made a little face at the reaction he'd have catching her with such a book.
She sat down on a bench with the open book before her. Her eyes fell on the page.
"The rain lashed the windows of the swaying carriage. Lady Hermione Granger swayed to and fro with the rocking of the seat."
Hermione started to exclaim but found the room spinning about her. She felt nauseous until the darkness resolved itself and she found she was no longer seated on the hard library bench, but on the padded seat of a swaying coach with the winds howling without.
10. Looking around, they noticed they were standing on the pavement of a cobbled street. Instead of cars and buses, however, there were horse drawn carriages and people riding on horseback. Hermione saw women dressed in long, empire-waist gowns while the majority of men wore light colored, form fitting pants with short dark jackets. Severus, though he had traveled extensively, did not recognize any familiar landmarks.
“Hermione! What are you doing out there? Come inside. Father wants to speak to you.” Hermione whipped around and saw Draco coming down the steps of a very large brick townhouse.
“Severus! We have been looking for you all over, old chap. Ron and Remus are already at the club!” Severus looked up and saw Harry Potter headed towards him with a very happy expression on his face. He turned a horrified face towards Hermione.