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: -Gasp- I'm actually . . . updating this thing?! After seven months! I got inspired while watching Sweet Home Alabama, and therefore chapter six was created. Have fun, and don't forget to review! In this chapter we have the long-awaited fight between Hermione and Ron, then they have a heartfelt discussion, and Hermione apologizes to Seamus. Yes.
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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"How dare you!" shouted Ron as soon as they were safely out of the bar.
"It's your own fault!" Hermione shouted back, just about tearing open her purse to find her keys. Ron's already red face grew even redder.
"My fault? MY fault?! You show up, ruin my house, terrorize my friends, and it's all MY fault?!" he yelled, seething with anger. She drunkenly stumbled forward, now holding her keys out and heading towards her car.
"You are pathetic! It's been years! So what if you can't play Quidditch? Try something new. I did," she slurred, opening the door to her car.
"Oh no you don't," he replied, grabbing the keys from her hand and slamming the car door shut. "You want to kill yourself, go back to Bulgaria and do it. Not on my watch." He clutched her shoulders, guiding her to his old beat up truck. "I'm taking you home."
"No, you are not!"
"Get in the truck!"
"Gimme my keys!"
"No!" Ron brought the keys over to Suzie, his date, dropping them in her hand exasperatedly. "Do me a favor and follow us home." She nodded and kissed him on the cheek. Ron smiled and looked up, just in time to see Hermione vomit all over his car. Inwardly, he groaned and his smile dissolved.
~*~
"Evenin', Mrs. Granger. Mr. Granger," Ron said, coming into the door of their home with Hermione in his arms. Hermione's mother sighed at her snoring daughter, who stunk of alcohol.
"Evening, Ron. Thanks for bringing her home," she said, putting her hand on Hermione's head.
"I reckon it's the least I can do," he replied, laying her on her bed and letting her sleep.
Hermione groaned as she woke up, her head throbbing with pain. She rolled over, and her face landed on paper. Though it was difficult, she opened her eyes and through blurry vision, looked at the paper. It was the bill of divorcement she had brought for Ron to sign. Sure enough, "Ron Weasley" was scrawled across the appropriate lines. Finally. Her divorce could be official. But why, oh why, did she feel so sad?
She stood up and walked out into the living room, where her father was standing, in Wizard's clothes, and waving around a (fake, Hermione assumed) wand. Her eyes grew wide. "Daddy, what ARE you doing?" Her father wasn't even a wizard.
He looked up and grinned at her. "I'm participating in a reenactment of the duel between Voldemort and the order. They didn't have enough, so Arthur Weasley called me up and invited me. I thought it would be nice."
"Oh my stars," she mumbled, shutting her eyes. Well, she thought, Harry would be pleased.
~*~
After getting dressed, Hermione knew what she had to do. She needed to talk to Ron. Not wanting to drive and too tired to walk, she quickly Apparated there. Ron was kneeling in front of his old truck, apparently working on it.
"Hi Ron," she said, somewhat shyly, approaching him. He glanced up at her distastefully, but then returned his gaze to his automobile. Her heart gave a strange, unwelcoming flutter.
"Thanks for signing the papers," she said, not taking her eyes off him.
"Mhm."
"I - I put all of the money back into your account," she continued, voice growing meek. Her knees were feeling weak, and that was never a good sign. Not to mention the butterflies pulsating their wings in her stomach.
"Thanks. Saves me a lot of trouble," he finally spoke, straightening up and smiling faintly at her. He walked around to the back of his truck, pitching a treat to Mindelay, who was eagerly fluttering around in its cage.
"It's cute," she offered, motioning to the owl.
"Yeah. It's all right. Pretty annoying." Grabbing the cage, Ron put into the passenger seat and then climbed in on the driver's side. "You know, I actually sort of do like what you did to the burrow."
She smiled, a real genuine smile. "I reckon it'll help it sell quicker," he continued, not looking at her.
"You're moving?"
"I'm thinking about it," he responded. Starting up the engine, he smiled at her too. "Well, bye."
"Where're you going?"
"I dunno." He flashed her a marvelous grin. "Want to come?"
"And risk being thrown in Azkaban with you? Not a chance, you prat," she said sarcastically, referring to the time Ron and Harry had stupidly tried to fly to school, and was spotted by Muggles. He laughed.
"Well, bye then."
"G'bye."
~*~
Hermione's next mission was to visit Seamus, and apologizing to him for spilling his secret to the whole word. When she arrived at his humongous house - or rather mansion, she flushed with guilt. This had been the house she'd told her fiancé and his family that she lived in. She found Seamus on his front porch, reading a book.
"Hermione?" he said, putting down his book with a look on his face that was a mixture between surprise and anger.
"Hi Seamus." She took a deep breath, but chickened out. "What're you reading?"
"Just some book," he said, closing it.
"Your house is really beautiful. I guess I'd forgotten about it when I moved," she said, peering around at the huge house.
"Obviously it doesn't take much to forget a lot of things," he muttered, looking back down at his book.
"You know that's not how it is."
"No. You know what, Hermione? I know how it is. At Hogwarts, we were great friends. But then you leave. It's not just Ron you left, 'Mione."
Hermione's head tilted, so she was staring at the ground. "I'm - I'm really sorry, Seamus. I never meant to out you. It was just, I figured if I put the spotlight on you, well, no one would look at me."
Seamus wasn't sure how to react to that, so he said nothing at all. But he did manage to flash her a very small smile. Hermione relaxed. "I guess I'll let you get back to your book."
"Yeah. Thanks," he replied, and Hermione turn and left.
Click! A camera, with bright lights, flashed right in her eyes. "Who're you?" she demanded the person holding the camera, rubbing at her eyes.
"Name's Timothy Jackstein," he said, reaching out to shake her hand. "I work for the Bulgarian Weekly."
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A/N: Oh, my gosh! I wrote another chapter! I'm trying my best to steer away from the movie plotline, but I dunno how well I'm doing at it. Anywho, please review. Maybe I'll continue this still, if y'all like it. Tell me! Thankya.
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: -Gasp- I'm actually . . . updating this thing?! After seven months! I got inspired while watching Sweet Home Alabama, and therefore chapter six was created. Have fun, and don't forget to review! In this chapter we have the long-awaited fight between Hermione and Ron, then they have a heartfelt discussion, and Hermione apologizes to Seamus. Yes.
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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"How dare you!" shouted Ron as soon as they were safely out of the bar.
"It's your own fault!" Hermione shouted back, just about tearing open her purse to find her keys. Ron's already red face grew even redder.
"My fault? MY fault?! You show up, ruin my house, terrorize my friends, and it's all MY fault?!" he yelled, seething with anger. She drunkenly stumbled forward, now holding her keys out and heading towards her car.
"You are pathetic! It's been years! So what if you can't play Quidditch? Try something new. I did," she slurred, opening the door to her car.
"Oh no you don't," he replied, grabbing the keys from her hand and slamming the car door shut. "You want to kill yourself, go back to Bulgaria and do it. Not on my watch." He clutched her shoulders, guiding her to his old beat up truck. "I'm taking you home."
"No, you are not!"
"Get in the truck!"
"Gimme my keys!"
"No!" Ron brought the keys over to Suzie, his date, dropping them in her hand exasperatedly. "Do me a favor and follow us home." She nodded and kissed him on the cheek. Ron smiled and looked up, just in time to see Hermione vomit all over his car. Inwardly, he groaned and his smile dissolved.
~*~
"Evenin', Mrs. Granger. Mr. Granger," Ron said, coming into the door of their home with Hermione in his arms. Hermione's mother sighed at her snoring daughter, who stunk of alcohol.
"Evening, Ron. Thanks for bringing her home," she said, putting her hand on Hermione's head.
"I reckon it's the least I can do," he replied, laying her on her bed and letting her sleep.
Hermione groaned as she woke up, her head throbbing with pain. She rolled over, and her face landed on paper. Though it was difficult, she opened her eyes and through blurry vision, looked at the paper. It was the bill of divorcement she had brought for Ron to sign. Sure enough, "Ron Weasley" was scrawled across the appropriate lines. Finally. Her divorce could be official. But why, oh why, did she feel so sad?
She stood up and walked out into the living room, where her father was standing, in Wizard's clothes, and waving around a (fake, Hermione assumed) wand. Her eyes grew wide. "Daddy, what ARE you doing?" Her father wasn't even a wizard.
He looked up and grinned at her. "I'm participating in a reenactment of the duel between Voldemort and the order. They didn't have enough, so Arthur Weasley called me up and invited me. I thought it would be nice."
"Oh my stars," she mumbled, shutting her eyes. Well, she thought, Harry would be pleased.
~*~
After getting dressed, Hermione knew what she had to do. She needed to talk to Ron. Not wanting to drive and too tired to walk, she quickly Apparated there. Ron was kneeling in front of his old truck, apparently working on it.
"Hi Ron," she said, somewhat shyly, approaching him. He glanced up at her distastefully, but then returned his gaze to his automobile. Her heart gave a strange, unwelcoming flutter.
"Thanks for signing the papers," she said, not taking her eyes off him.
"Mhm."
"I - I put all of the money back into your account," she continued, voice growing meek. Her knees were feeling weak, and that was never a good sign. Not to mention the butterflies pulsating their wings in her stomach.
"Thanks. Saves me a lot of trouble," he finally spoke, straightening up and smiling faintly at her. He walked around to the back of his truck, pitching a treat to Mindelay, who was eagerly fluttering around in its cage.
"It's cute," she offered, motioning to the owl.
"Yeah. It's all right. Pretty annoying." Grabbing the cage, Ron put into the passenger seat and then climbed in on the driver's side. "You know, I actually sort of do like what you did to the burrow."
She smiled, a real genuine smile. "I reckon it'll help it sell quicker," he continued, not looking at her.
"You're moving?"
"I'm thinking about it," he responded. Starting up the engine, he smiled at her too. "Well, bye."
"Where're you going?"
"I dunno." He flashed her a marvelous grin. "Want to come?"
"And risk being thrown in Azkaban with you? Not a chance, you prat," she said sarcastically, referring to the time Ron and Harry had stupidly tried to fly to school, and was spotted by Muggles. He laughed.
"Well, bye then."
"G'bye."
~*~
Hermione's next mission was to visit Seamus, and apologizing to him for spilling his secret to the whole word. When she arrived at his humongous house - or rather mansion, she flushed with guilt. This had been the house she'd told her fiancé and his family that she lived in. She found Seamus on his front porch, reading a book.
"Hermione?" he said, putting down his book with a look on his face that was a mixture between surprise and anger.
"Hi Seamus." She took a deep breath, but chickened out. "What're you reading?"
"Just some book," he said, closing it.
"Your house is really beautiful. I guess I'd forgotten about it when I moved," she said, peering around at the huge house.
"Obviously it doesn't take much to forget a lot of things," he muttered, looking back down at his book.
"You know that's not how it is."
"No. You know what, Hermione? I know how it is. At Hogwarts, we were great friends. But then you leave. It's not just Ron you left, 'Mione."
Hermione's head tilted, so she was staring at the ground. "I'm - I'm really sorry, Seamus. I never meant to out you. It was just, I figured if I put the spotlight on you, well, no one would look at me."
Seamus wasn't sure how to react to that, so he said nothing at all. But he did manage to flash her a very small smile. Hermione relaxed. "I guess I'll let you get back to your book."
"Yeah. Thanks," he replied, and Hermione turn and left.
Click! A camera, with bright lights, flashed right in her eyes. "Who're you?" she demanded the person holding the camera, rubbing at her eyes.
"Name's Timothy Jackstein," he said, reaching out to shake her hand. "I work for the Bulgarian Weekly."
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A/N: Oh, my gosh! I wrote another chapter! I'm trying my best to steer away from the movie plotline, but I dunno how well I'm doing at it. Anywho, please review. Maybe I'll continue this still, if y'all like it. Tell me! Thankya.