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: Chapter four. Excited, aren't you? Thought so.
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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Ron Weasley came home to not the house he had left earlier that day, but a completely different, new one. The walls had been painted, the broken fence had been fixed, and the missing shutters had been replaced. The trash from the front lawn had been removed, and the grass had been cut. The dirty, rusty chairs that once decorated the porch had been exchanged for new, multicolored ones. In general, the house looked a heck of a lot better than it had. Ron hated it.
His first thought was, 'What the. . .' His second though was, 'Who the hell ruined my home?!' Taking a good glance around, he scratched at his unruly red hair fervently. He started for the door, which had been repainted a bright sky-blue. When he reached it, he swung it open, where inside he got an even bigger shock. All of his old, comfortable furniture was missing. New, vivid, dazzling chairs and sofas were resting in their place. And on one of them sat Hermione Granger, grinning like she had just won the Nobel Prize.
"What are you doing? And where is my stuff?" Ron shouted at her, teeth clenched with anger.
Hermione merely shrugged, and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Did a bit of shopping today. Have you seen what has become of old Isabella Strainer? Poor dearie. Been to the Leaky Cauldron lately? Ah, they haven't kept it running as quite the place it use to be, have they?" A big, sly smirk was spread across her face, her brown hair piling around her shining eyes.
"'Mione, I'll ask you one more time! Where is my stuff?!" Ron bellowed, not even listening to the things Hermione was saying. Hermione didn't mind of course; she was enjoying this.
"I had the sweetest talk with Harry today. I'm really happy for him, aren't you?" A bit of that old British was audible in her words. She didn't bother to smother I;, instead she spoke freely.
"Nice to see you got your accent back," commented Ron, bustling into the kitchen angrily. "Agh!" Hermione heard his voice, echoing off the kitchen walls. "Where's the butterbeer?"
"Ronnie, you know that stuff's much too fattening. I picked up some pumpkin juice instead," Hermione replied, following him into the kitchen.
"You go 'head and spend your own money then, 'Mione." Grumbling, he snatched a bottle of pumpkin juice and held it to his lips, taking a long drink.
"But, love, don't you think we should think of it as. . .our money?" Hermione grinned.
Ron's eyes grew wide, as he slowly chugged the entire drink. And then pulling it down, he asked hoarsely, "How much did you take?"
"All of it," Hermione replied sweetly.
"You bastard!" Ron shouted, hurling the bottle halfway across the room, and watching it hit the wall and shatter into a million pieces.
"You want me as your wife? Well you got me!" Hermione replied, just as angrily. She wanted a divorce, and she wanted it now. "And what are you doing with all that cash anyway?"
"Get out of my house, right now!" Ron demanded, pointing a long finger to the front door.
"Sign the papers and I will!" Hermione shoved the Bill of Divorcement papers at him one more time.
"Fine! Give me a quill."
"Hang on, what're you doing with all that money? And since when don't you work at Zonko's anymore?" Hermione inquired, the quill still clutched in her hands.
"Look, I don't ask you about you fiancé, famous Viktor Krum, so stay outta my personal life," Ron snapped, grabbing the quill.
"Who told you?" Hermione asked, barely above a whisper. Her anger immediately flew away as she caught site of a battered old wand, the one that had snapped in Ron's second year at Hogwarts. She laughed softly. "I remember the day you and Harry flew the car to Hogwarts."
"You know, not all of us Wizards are as stupid as you think," Ron told her, taking a seat on the brand new couch.
"Ron, look. . ."
"Nobody finds their life love when they're eleven years old," Ron went on, chuckling. "I mean, that's no fun."
"Yeah, I reckon." Hermione's anger immediately flew away as she caught site of a battered old wand, the one that had snapped in Ron's second year at Hogwarts. She laughed softly. "I remember the day you and Harry flew the car to Hogwarts."
"Mhm," Ron said absentmindedly, looking over the papers. "Oh, hey wait, 'Mione. I just remembered; I've got a date tonight."
"W-what?" Hermione said, taken aback. "But-"
"You don't mind if I have my lawyer glance over these, do you? I reckon I, being a dumb ol' wizard, can't even pronounce some of these words in here. For all I know, you could be robbing me of everything I own," Ron said, grinning, as he went to his room to change.
"Robbing you? Ha." Hermione scowled, wishing he would just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. She wanted to go home. She needed Viktor. But she decided she would follow Ron, and maybe have somewhat of a good time.
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A/N: ok, so there's chapter four! I did four and five at the same time, so keep on reading! And don't forget to review!
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: Chapter four. Excited, aren't you? Thought so.
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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Ron Weasley came home to not the house he had left earlier that day, but a completely different, new one. The walls had been painted, the broken fence had been fixed, and the missing shutters had been replaced. The trash from the front lawn had been removed, and the grass had been cut. The dirty, rusty chairs that once decorated the porch had been exchanged for new, multicolored ones. In general, the house looked a heck of a lot better than it had. Ron hated it.
His first thought was, 'What the. . .' His second though was, 'Who the hell ruined my home?!' Taking a good glance around, he scratched at his unruly red hair fervently. He started for the door, which had been repainted a bright sky-blue. When he reached it, he swung it open, where inside he got an even bigger shock. All of his old, comfortable furniture was missing. New, vivid, dazzling chairs and sofas were resting in their place. And on one of them sat Hermione Granger, grinning like she had just won the Nobel Prize.
"What are you doing? And where is my stuff?" Ron shouted at her, teeth clenched with anger.
Hermione merely shrugged, and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Did a bit of shopping today. Have you seen what has become of old Isabella Strainer? Poor dearie. Been to the Leaky Cauldron lately? Ah, they haven't kept it running as quite the place it use to be, have they?" A big, sly smirk was spread across her face, her brown hair piling around her shining eyes.
"'Mione, I'll ask you one more time! Where is my stuff?!" Ron bellowed, not even listening to the things Hermione was saying. Hermione didn't mind of course; she was enjoying this.
"I had the sweetest talk with Harry today. I'm really happy for him, aren't you?" A bit of that old British was audible in her words. She didn't bother to smother I;, instead she spoke freely.
"Nice to see you got your accent back," commented Ron, bustling into the kitchen angrily. "Agh!" Hermione heard his voice, echoing off the kitchen walls. "Where's the butterbeer?"
"Ronnie, you know that stuff's much too fattening. I picked up some pumpkin juice instead," Hermione replied, following him into the kitchen.
"You go 'head and spend your own money then, 'Mione." Grumbling, he snatched a bottle of pumpkin juice and held it to his lips, taking a long drink.
"But, love, don't you think we should think of it as. . .our money?" Hermione grinned.
Ron's eyes grew wide, as he slowly chugged the entire drink. And then pulling it down, he asked hoarsely, "How much did you take?"
"All of it," Hermione replied sweetly.
"You bastard!" Ron shouted, hurling the bottle halfway across the room, and watching it hit the wall and shatter into a million pieces.
"You want me as your wife? Well you got me!" Hermione replied, just as angrily. She wanted a divorce, and she wanted it now. "And what are you doing with all that cash anyway?"
"Get out of my house, right now!" Ron demanded, pointing a long finger to the front door.
"Sign the papers and I will!" Hermione shoved the Bill of Divorcement papers at him one more time.
"Fine! Give me a quill."
"Hang on, what're you doing with all that money? And since when don't you work at Zonko's anymore?" Hermione inquired, the quill still clutched in her hands.
"Look, I don't ask you about you fiancé, famous Viktor Krum, so stay outta my personal life," Ron snapped, grabbing the quill.
"Who told you?" Hermione asked, barely above a whisper. Her anger immediately flew away as she caught site of a battered old wand, the one that had snapped in Ron's second year at Hogwarts. She laughed softly. "I remember the day you and Harry flew the car to Hogwarts."
"You know, not all of us Wizards are as stupid as you think," Ron told her, taking a seat on the brand new couch.
"Ron, look. . ."
"Nobody finds their life love when they're eleven years old," Ron went on, chuckling. "I mean, that's no fun."
"Yeah, I reckon." Hermione's anger immediately flew away as she caught site of a battered old wand, the one that had snapped in Ron's second year at Hogwarts. She laughed softly. "I remember the day you and Harry flew the car to Hogwarts."
"Mhm," Ron said absentmindedly, looking over the papers. "Oh, hey wait, 'Mione. I just remembered; I've got a date tonight."
"W-what?" Hermione said, taken aback. "But-"
"You don't mind if I have my lawyer glance over these, do you? I reckon I, being a dumb ol' wizard, can't even pronounce some of these words in here. For all I know, you could be robbing me of everything I own," Ron said, grinning, as he went to his room to change.
"Robbing you? Ha." Hermione scowled, wishing he would just sign the goddamn papers and get it over with. She wanted to go home. She needed Viktor. But she decided she would follow Ron, and maybe have somewhat of a good time.
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A/N: ok, so there's chapter four! I did four and five at the same time, so keep on reading! And don't forget to review!