Title: Sweet Home London

Summary: Sweet Home Alabama meets Hogwarts, starring Hermione as Melanie, Ron Weasley as Jake, and Viktor Krum as Andrew, with the help of other characters. Don't understand? Go see the movie.

Author: The one, the only, Yelak.

A/N:I've seen the movie Sweet Home Alabama a million times, and this idea for a fanfic came to mind. Don't hurt me; it's all in good fun. It starts out basically word-for-word, but that's just because I love the beginning.

Disclaimer:Yes, I own all of these characters. XD Just kidding. J.K. Rowling is the mastermind behind them, and the plot is from Sweet Home Alabama. I'm just combining the two.

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"Answer the question!" shouted an eleven-year-old, gangly, freckled face boy with fiery red hair, running across the front lawn of Hogwarts, rain pouring onto his head. The sound of rain splattering against the lake was clearly audible.

"No!" replied a bushy-haired girl with rather large front teeth, slowing to a stop a few feet from a large apple tree.

"No you won't answer, or no you won't marry me?" The redhead caught up to her and looked her in the eyes. Opening her mouth, the little girl started to speak but was droned out by the sound of thunder rumbling overhead then lightning crashing directly by the old tree. She shrieked and headed back to the castle, but the boy caught her arm.

"Not that way, you prat!" He led her over to the tree and bent over. "We'll be safe here. Lightning never hits the same place twice."

"Says who?" The girl shot back, putting her hands on her hips.

"Says everyone," he replied casually, smiling. "So will you marry me?"

"Ron Weasley, I'm eleven years old and in the top of my classes! I have way too much to live for! And what do you want to marry me for, anyway?" The girl stared into his eyes.

He shook his hair out of his eyes, and began to lean in. "So I can kiss you any time I want." Their lips had just connected when....

BOOM!
Hermione Granger awoke with a start; thunder roaring in the distance. She glanced around at the Ministry, where she worked, and began hurriedly shuffling papers together. "Why did you guys let me sleep? I've got to hand these in!" Her English accent had vanished ages ago, about the time she moved to Bulgaria with Viktor.

"Relax," one of her employees told her from a desk not far from hers, "it was only five minutes."

"Yeah, five minutes of time I could've used to revise these!" Her now straight hair seemed to be piled on top of her head, as she looked over the papers. She couldn't help but smile though, revealing her now perfectly aligned teeth. "I can feel it; this is our big day." She successfully lifted the folder into the air.

"It's your big day, not ours. I just supply the quills," said another employee, smiling as he brandished a quill in her hands.

"Thank you," Hermione said, smiling as she turned in the papers and began to journey the short walk home. "See you guys tomorrow!"

When she finally unlocked the door of her flat in London, she saw hundreds of Chocolate Frogs hopping around all over the floor, croaking slightly.

"Viktor!" she breathed, picking a frog up and examining it. A large and elegant pure white owl perched on her sofa, looking rather important. The owl hooted softly, and held out its leg. A frilled piece of parchment was attached, with 'Hermione' scrawled across the front.

"'My dearest Hermione,'" she read aloud, smiling from ear to ear, "'There is a Chocolate Frog for each and every time my heart ached for you last night. How sweet!" she cooed, taking a small nibble of one of the frog's back legs before she continued reading the card. "'I've got to work late tonight, so I thought maybe take you for a quick, surprise dinner, if you haven't any objections. I'll have Rupert pick you up around 8. See you soon love. Sincerely yours, Viktor.' Well, if that isn't the most precious thing." she smiled, and began to get ready for her night.

Sometime later than night, Rupert escorted Hermione to a rather odd sort of car. It was a bright, misty turquoise color, and looked rather old but extremely well taken care of. The seats inside were pure leather, so Hermione sat quite comfortably on the ride. The car somewhat reminded her of the one Ron and Harry Potter, another old acquaintance of hers, had driven straight into a vicious tree and ended in nearly expulsion. She tried to push that thought out of her mind. Ron was old news.

"Have you heard anything from Viktor, Rupert?" Hermione called to the driver, who was also a good friend of hers.

"Just what he's told me, and ordered not to repeat. Especially to you," Rupert teased, glancing at her from the front seat.

"Rupert!" she cried, pouting a bit. Rupert said nothing more though; he looked relatively sworn to secrecy.

"Where're we going?" Hermione asked him, watching her flat grow smaller in the distance from the corner of her eye.

"I'm afraid that's confidential, ma'am." He grinned mischievously, and continued driving until they reached a jewelry store, a beautiful building on the outskirts of town, called Jules' Jewelry.

"What-what-?" Hermione said, one eyebrow furrowed and looking extremely perplexed.

"He asked me to take you inside, so you don't get lonely," explained Rupert, holding the door open for her. She climbed out and allowed Rupert to lead her inside, still fully baffled.

"There you are, Hermione," Viktor said with a deep Bulgarian accent (he had long ago learned to say her name, and his English had improved greatly though he remained in Bulgaria) from a hallway, dressed much too formally for a dinner. She felt rather silly; being dressed casually and standing next to Viktor who looked spiff and clean. His thick black eyebrows and dark unruly hair made Hermione fall in love with Viktor Krum all over again. He was in the prime of his Quidditch days, Viktor was, and earned quite enough to live on and afford extra treats.

"Viktor, what is this about?" She questioned, but Viktor motioned for her to be quiet as he took her arm and led her into a fairly darkened room. Surely the store was closed by now, so what were they doing inside?

"I have a surprise for you." And with that, the lights flickered on, revealing a number of rings cast on countertops, glimmering brightly.

"Oh, my stars." She whispered, glancing around. Viktor positioned himself on one knee, and took her hand in his.

"Hermione, I have long wanted to ask you this." He looked rather pleased.

"Oh, my stars!" She repeated, feeling out of place and staring at Viktor.

"Will you marry me?"

'Oh my stars' seemed to be the only thing Hermione could murmur. She couldn't believe this.

"Hermione. Will you marry me?" He repeated, not angry with her for looking so shocked.

"Well.well.yes! Yes, I will!" She broke into a giant grin and flung herself around Viktor's neck.

Indicating the rings, he smiled and told her, "Pick one. Pick five!" Seeming out of breath, she smiled and surveyed each and every ring, but one word kept pushing itself into her head, no matter how much she exerted to get it out. It dug a hole in her mind, freeing memories she had long ago buried. Just that one word. Ron.

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A/N: Now was that great or was that great? Heh, tell me yourself. Yes, I realize it's nearly exactly the same as Sweet Home Alabama, but I was sorta intending that. Good? Keep going? Just press that little 'Submit Review' over there to the left and leave a cheerful message. Flames allowed, too. Constructive criticism wanted. If you've never seen Sweet Home Alabama, either watch it or just enjoy this story. Chapter 2 coming soon. Peace out.