But She's So Beautiful (La Fea Mas Bella)

Disclaimer:HP not mine, LFMB Not mine, Not even the Plot is mine… the only thing that is mine is the skill in which I blend these two different stories together. Not making any Doe so I can't get sued.

a/n: Okay so I changed a few things about the Potter story this is totally AU. I know Hermione didn't grow up in Spinners End but I needed to move her to a poor neighborhood. Her parents are not both dentists… only one is, and he is a new dentist at that. So he still has no money.

I'm giving the parents names because they are soooo involved in this story, so they are William and Jean Granger.

As always… keep the reviews coming… I am conducting an experiment and all I need is your opinions on the story. Thanks- S.K.

Chap1 Homecoming

Hermione Granger never considered herself pretty. Not as a little girl growing up in England and certainly not as a witch once she got the opportunity to study at Beaubatonx School in France.

She did not fit in with the girls in her school. They were all beautifully slender and graceful. They were like living Barbie dolls like the muggles would say. Hermione was not that. She was slender, but her brown hair resembled a Brillo pad, and her ears stuck out in weird angles and her teeth… well lest just said she grew up in England. Never… not once.

Hermione arrived to London by port key in a back alley near the ferry, then she disapparated to Spinners End. She was not of the noblest blood but she was of a happy home that seemed to be oblivious of her rather ordinary look. She always told herself that mum and dad thought she was beautiful and that was all that mattered.

Besides her looks were improving. The year before, dad had finally finished dental school. Hermione had staid home through the year, because of the entire Voldemort debacle. That Potter boy had disappeared and the world was in chaos. Beaubatonx had closed its doors in support of Hogwarts. Of course Hogwarts was opened, as it was being run by the evil Ministry of Magic. To cheer her up, Mr. Granger gave her the gift of Braces. This was the first time she felt as though her looks were just temporary. The feeling was fleeting though, because when she returned to school, she apparently scared all of her companions.

As she walked along her neighborhood a smile came to her features. She could see the door to her home. Soon she would be safely in her parent's arms. One of the neighborhood blokes just happened to be walking by, jumped away as he laid eyes on her. Hermione's smile faded, and she put her head down as she hastened her steps towards her goal. "There goes Hermione, The ugliest girl in Spinners End." The neighborhood gang taunted as she passed by them.

One of the boys jumped out in front of her. "'Allo Luv," He said.

Hermione bristled when she saw who it was, "Out of my path , Kenneth."

"What? Aren't you going to give us a kiss?" he continued to tease.

Suddenly, she hears a pop near by, and Kenneth is distracted. Hermione too looked around hoping that no one saw the wizard that was soon to apparate. "Is that how you treat a lady?"

Neville Longbottom came to her rescue. He took the trunk and Followed her lead. "Oh its' that ugly boyfriend of hers we better run," Kenneth said laughingly moving on.

"Don't listen to them, they're bonkers."

"Thank you Neville," Hermione said with a smile. Neville had actually been the only friend she has made in years. She'd met him while she had taken a trip to visit the legendary Hogwartz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one noticed her at all because all of the focus was on Fleur Delacour and of course that fanciable Boy-Who-Lived. She thought it ridiculous that they allowed a fourth year compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It was only for three wizards.

Really, the point was she had been ignored by everyone, except for Neville. She did not go to the ball, she did not find her prince, and she did find a good friend though in Neville long bottom even though he chose to go with Gennie Weasley instead. But now it was the end of the seventh year, and she was off to apply for work back in England. Along with all of the people that went to school with Neville. Surely the brightest witch of her class, in all of the wizarding schools in Europe combined, could find a high wage job at the ministry. Especially now that they were healing fractured relations with the people.

"You're like my sister, besides, us ugly ducklings must stick together." Neville said wrapping an arm around her. He earned a sharp elbow to the ribs for the comment.

Finally, at her doorstep, Hermione opened her door without bothering ti unlock it. "Mum, Dad, I'm Home!" Hermione shouted.

"Darling!" Mr.s Granger said giving her daughter a hug. Mrs Granger was beautiful, but her look woas subdued to comform to her husbands preferences. He wanted the women in his life (especially Hermione) to be proper ladies and wear clothing that was modest. So both of them wore cardigans and dresses that aged them severely. "Hello Neville."

"Hello, Mrs Granger."

"Hi Mummy," Hermione said as she hugged her mother in return. Then she looked about the room. She loved the room it was the cosiest place. It almost made you forget the devastation of the world beyond its doors. There were family photographs littering its walls. She looked over to a corner of the room as she was always accustomed to looking for a comfortable arm chair. "Where is dad?" she asked having not seen what she'd been searching the room for.

"He's out emptying the rubbish bin." Mrs Granger said

"Where's My little girl?" Mr. Granger said after washing his hands.

"Dad!" Hermione said launching herself into her fathers arms.

Mr. Granger laughed, and then his grin quickly turned into a frown as he spotted Neville. "You."

"Evening sir… Just helping 'Mione with her trunk." Neville stammered, "Really 'Mione you should learn the enhancement charm, you would never get caught up with this heavy thing anymore… What's in here anyway?"

"Quiet Neville, lets take this to my room." Hermione said leading the way to the room.

"Your dad has really got to lighten up." Neville said when they finally got there. He sat on her bed and flexed his wrist. "I practically spent all summer last year and the year before in this house."

"You know dad… he trusts no boys… as if any boy would want me."

"Yes especially not me." Neville asserted, then at her pointed look he attempted to correct himself, "I mean imagine if you and I got married and had children… poor children. Ugly and ugly is most likely not pretty."

"You're completely nutters."

"Shall we go down I think I smell a fabulous supper." Neville said attempting to move on.

"Right behind you."