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: Heeeeere's . . . chapter 3! Excited, aren't you? Seen the movie yet? Good. Anywho, I Love reviews so.*hint hint* Have fun.
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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"Hi, honey! Oh, it's so good to see you! How's everything in Bulgaria? How're things with you and that cute little Quoddetch player?" Hermione's mum cried, pulling Hermione into a tight embrace, and completely pronouncing 'Quidditch' wrong. Her father followed, patting Hermione warmly on the back with a wide smile.
"Things are fine, Mum. It's good to see you, too," Hermione said warily, heading inside, and only wanting to see the inside of her eyelids at the moment. She headed for her old bedroom, weighed down by the weight of stress on her shoulders.
"Would you listen to that accent?" Mrs. Granger squealed to her husband, one hand clamped over her heart. Hermione grimaced and put her things down, hiding her engagement ring behind her back. "Have you seen Ron, 'Mione? He's turning into quite the young man." Her mother grinned with pride of her son-in-law.
"My starts, Mum, can't we talk about something other than Ron?"
"Yeah, now look here honey," said her father, leading her over to a recliner chair, and motioning for her to have a seat. Just to humor him, Hermione sat down tamely. Mr. Granger gripped the stick in both hands, and then pulled it back. Hermione and the chair both flew backwards, leaving Hermione shrieking with a bad feeling in her gut. Her father guffawed loudly and pushed it back forwards. She was thrust out of the chair and onto the ground.
"Isn't that great?" Mr. Granger asked, holding his stomach from laughter.
Panting, Hermione replied half-heartedly, "There are hardly words." She hated Muggle chairs at the moment.
((AN: Now, I know I took that directly from the movie, but it's such a great part, don't you think?))
Hermione's mother returned from the other room, two tickets for The Knight Bus clenched in her hands. She handed the tickets to Hermione and said, "Now, there's your tickets back."
Glancing over them, Hermione replied, "But I gave them for you to use, Mum. So you could visit me in Bulgaria sometime."
"Well, Bulgaria really isn't our style, dear," Mrs. Granger told her calmly, smiling. Hermione's shoulders drooped.
"What exactly is it you want from me?" She cried exasperatedly. "What can I do that will make you happy?"
"Just make yourself happy, love. That's all I want."
"Well, I am happy. I've got a fantastic career, and I'm in love! Really, really in love." For the first time, she flashed the engagement ring on her hand to her awestruck parents.
Her mother unable to speak, her father said absentmindedly, "Honey, why don't you go get us some treacle tarts?" Sighing, Hermione headed to her bed and fell face-first into a heavy sleep.
The next day, Hermione had received an owl from her lawyer back in Bulgaria, and she took the note with her as she made her way to Diagon Alley. There she was, reading over the note and simply strolling down the street when. . .
"Whoo, Lady, do you look good! Don't see many of these British babes around here!" yelled a somewhat familiar Irish voice, although Hermione couldn't place it. She ignored the man and continued walking, head bent over the parchment.
"I reckon you're the prettiest girl in all of London!" the man continued to harass her.
Hermione, having had enough, shouted, "Listen, you big bloke, why don't you kiss my-" she stopped, looking up, and gasped. "Arse!" she finished, all the anger gone. "Seamus! It's so good to see you!" She greeted her formed schoolmate, who had grown into a rather good-looking young man, while flinging her arms around his neck.
"S'great to see you too, Hermione," he said, sighing with content and embracing Hermione warmly. "By the way, I really love your shoes. Doc Martins, right?"
"Very good!" Not even caring how he knew the style of shoes she was wearing, Hermione let go of his neck and backed off, and then said with a smirk, "Don't want to upset the woman in your life." Seamus laughed nervously and avoided eye contact. "There is a woman, right?" continued Hermione.
"Not quite; I can hardly afford myself without having to spend the last of my galleons on some girl," Seamus informed her, blushing.
"What about Lavender? You two were quite close back at school," Hermione pondered.
"Heh, she's the new Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts," replied Seamus, nodding.
"I see."
"Well, anyway, I need to be getting back to work, but are you going to be around long?" Seamus said, smiling at Hermione.
"Oh, my stars, I hope not. No, I'm just stopping at Gringotts and hoping to leave soon," Hermione said, motioning down the street to Gringotts.
"Okay, well it was lovely seeing you again!" said Seamus, and grinned, before continuing his walk down the street.
Smiling, Hermione made her way to Gringotts. As soon as she entered the building, she was surprised to see. . .
"Ginny? Ginny Weasley? You're working here now?!" cried Hermione, seeing another old friend.
"Hermione! Wow, it's good to see you! And, you know, Bill worked here so I thought I'd keep the tradition alive!" Ginny said, smiling. Her fiery red hair was piled messily on top of her head, which was dotted with freckles. She resembled Ron greatly, mainly because they were brother and sister.
"It surely has been awhile," sighed Hermione, old thoughts of the past drifting into her mind.
"Harry tells me you and Ronnie had quite the rendezvous," giggled Ginny, her cheeks almost as red as her hair.
Hermione opened her mouth, but then stopped and waved a hand around. "Are you and Harry. . .?"
Still continuing to giggle, Ginny nodded and waved her hand out. On that special finger was a small diamond ring. "Of course, it's not from Jules' Jewelry, but you can't always believe what you've read in the Daily Prophet. . ."
Awkwardly, Hermione blushed and stuck her ring in her purse. "Yes. So anyway, I need to get into my-"
"Joint account?" finished Ginny, smiling sweetly.
"S'cuse me?" asked Hermione; surely she hadn't heard right.
"Your joint account! From what Harry says, you and Ron are still married." Ginny smirked.
"Why, yes. Actually we are," said Hermione, grinning quite evilly.
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A/N: Chapter 3 is up. Uh. . . review! What'd ya think? Telllll me. I love getting reviews. So, anywho, watch out for chapter four. Coming soon to a computer near you ;]
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: Heeeeere's . . . chapter 3! Excited, aren't you? Seen the movie yet? Good. Anywho, I Love reviews so.*hint hint* Have fun.
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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"Hi, honey! Oh, it's so good to see you! How's everything in Bulgaria? How're things with you and that cute little Quoddetch player?" Hermione's mum cried, pulling Hermione into a tight embrace, and completely pronouncing 'Quidditch' wrong. Her father followed, patting Hermione warmly on the back with a wide smile.
"Things are fine, Mum. It's good to see you, too," Hermione said warily, heading inside, and only wanting to see the inside of her eyelids at the moment. She headed for her old bedroom, weighed down by the weight of stress on her shoulders.
"Would you listen to that accent?" Mrs. Granger squealed to her husband, one hand clamped over her heart. Hermione grimaced and put her things down, hiding her engagement ring behind her back. "Have you seen Ron, 'Mione? He's turning into quite the young man." Her mother grinned with pride of her son-in-law.
"My starts, Mum, can't we talk about something other than Ron?"
"Yeah, now look here honey," said her father, leading her over to a recliner chair, and motioning for her to have a seat. Just to humor him, Hermione sat down tamely. Mr. Granger gripped the stick in both hands, and then pulled it back. Hermione and the chair both flew backwards, leaving Hermione shrieking with a bad feeling in her gut. Her father guffawed loudly and pushed it back forwards. She was thrust out of the chair and onto the ground.
"Isn't that great?" Mr. Granger asked, holding his stomach from laughter.
Panting, Hermione replied half-heartedly, "There are hardly words." She hated Muggle chairs at the moment.
((AN: Now, I know I took that directly from the movie, but it's such a great part, don't you think?))
Hermione's mother returned from the other room, two tickets for The Knight Bus clenched in her hands. She handed the tickets to Hermione and said, "Now, there's your tickets back."
Glancing over them, Hermione replied, "But I gave them for you to use, Mum. So you could visit me in Bulgaria sometime."
"Well, Bulgaria really isn't our style, dear," Mrs. Granger told her calmly, smiling. Hermione's shoulders drooped.
"What exactly is it you want from me?" She cried exasperatedly. "What can I do that will make you happy?"
"Just make yourself happy, love. That's all I want."
"Well, I am happy. I've got a fantastic career, and I'm in love! Really, really in love." For the first time, she flashed the engagement ring on her hand to her awestruck parents.
Her mother unable to speak, her father said absentmindedly, "Honey, why don't you go get us some treacle tarts?" Sighing, Hermione headed to her bed and fell face-first into a heavy sleep.
The next day, Hermione had received an owl from her lawyer back in Bulgaria, and she took the note with her as she made her way to Diagon Alley. There she was, reading over the note and simply strolling down the street when. . .
"Whoo, Lady, do you look good! Don't see many of these British babes around here!" yelled a somewhat familiar Irish voice, although Hermione couldn't place it. She ignored the man and continued walking, head bent over the parchment.
"I reckon you're the prettiest girl in all of London!" the man continued to harass her.
Hermione, having had enough, shouted, "Listen, you big bloke, why don't you kiss my-" she stopped, looking up, and gasped. "Arse!" she finished, all the anger gone. "Seamus! It's so good to see you!" She greeted her formed schoolmate, who had grown into a rather good-looking young man, while flinging her arms around his neck.
"S'great to see you too, Hermione," he said, sighing with content and embracing Hermione warmly. "By the way, I really love your shoes. Doc Martins, right?"
"Very good!" Not even caring how he knew the style of shoes she was wearing, Hermione let go of his neck and backed off, and then said with a smirk, "Don't want to upset the woman in your life." Seamus laughed nervously and avoided eye contact. "There is a woman, right?" continued Hermione.
"Not quite; I can hardly afford myself without having to spend the last of my galleons on some girl," Seamus informed her, blushing.
"What about Lavender? You two were quite close back at school," Hermione pondered.
"Heh, she's the new Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts," replied Seamus, nodding.
"I see."
"Well, anyway, I need to be getting back to work, but are you going to be around long?" Seamus said, smiling at Hermione.
"Oh, my stars, I hope not. No, I'm just stopping at Gringotts and hoping to leave soon," Hermione said, motioning down the street to Gringotts.
"Okay, well it was lovely seeing you again!" said Seamus, and grinned, before continuing his walk down the street.
Smiling, Hermione made her way to Gringotts. As soon as she entered the building, she was surprised to see. . .
"Ginny? Ginny Weasley? You're working here now?!" cried Hermione, seeing another old friend.
"Hermione! Wow, it's good to see you! And, you know, Bill worked here so I thought I'd keep the tradition alive!" Ginny said, smiling. Her fiery red hair was piled messily on top of her head, which was dotted with freckles. She resembled Ron greatly, mainly because they were brother and sister.
"It surely has been awhile," sighed Hermione, old thoughts of the past drifting into her mind.
"Harry tells me you and Ronnie had quite the rendezvous," giggled Ginny, her cheeks almost as red as her hair.
Hermione opened her mouth, but then stopped and waved a hand around. "Are you and Harry. . .?"
Still continuing to giggle, Ginny nodded and waved her hand out. On that special finger was a small diamond ring. "Of course, it's not from Jules' Jewelry, but you can't always believe what you've read in the Daily Prophet. . ."
Awkwardly, Hermione blushed and stuck her ring in her purse. "Yes. So anyway, I need to get into my-"
"Joint account?" finished Ginny, smiling sweetly.
"S'cuse me?" asked Hermione; surely she hadn't heard right.
"Your joint account! From what Harry says, you and Ron are still married." Ginny smirked.
"Why, yes. Actually we are," said Hermione, grinning quite evilly.
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A/N: Chapter 3 is up. Uh. . . review! What'd ya think? Telllll me. I love getting reviews. So, anywho, watch out for chapter four. Coming soon to a computer near you ;]