Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters or the plot of Sweet Home Alabama.

~Sweet Home Hogsmeade~

Hermione Granger sat at her desk mumbling in her sleep. She was dreaming about the first kiss that Ron and her had shared at the burrow. For her it had been a very memorable time in her life. Suddenly someone shook her awake,

"Why did you guys let me sleep? You know we've got a deadline!" She shouted in mock anger.

"Sorry boss, you know... you really talk loudly when you sleep 'Oh Ron, I didn't know you felt this way," the American model said jokingly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ok, ok... I was dreaming about my first kiss guys give me a break!"

"Well how do you expect to run a proper dress robe show when you are sleeping and dreaming of that guy...who is he?" the American model Sylvia asked.

"Who?" Hermione played dumb hoping Sylvia would just forget it.

"Ron,"

"Look Sylvia, we've got a lot of work to do." Hermione wanted desperately to change the subject. Hermione and her team finished getting prepared for the break through dress robe show that was to make Hermione a star.

Later that night, Hermione went home to her flat in London. She bolted the door behind her and glanced at the floor. It was covered in different colored rose petals! Hermione gasped and followed the trail of them to her living room where a voice came out of no where. A voice she recognized.

"Hello beautiful!" The recording said, "The roses are for every time I thought of you last night. I hope you have a great show and I love you." Hermione smiled, the voice was none other than her rich, handsome boyfriend for whom she was madly in love with.

The Dress Robe Show

The next day was a very busy one for Hermione. She stayed backstage fixing all the problems with the robes and making sure everyone looked great for the Hermione Granger line.

One may wonder at how such a bookworm who didn't used to care about any fashion or makeup could evolve to such a fashionable woman. Frankly it's a long story and it starts at Hogwarts...but that story is for later!

The most beautiful witch models in the world were modeling my clothes! Hermione was ready to burst from pride at herself. It had been a while since Hermione had ever felt proud of her work.

After the show her boyfriend Andrew Witherspoon came up behind her at the party and kissed her neck,

"You didn't forget about that thing, did you?" Andrew asked.

"What thing?" Oh wait...the thing with your mother?" Hermione said.

"Yes, I'm going to take you back to your flat and you are going to change into something gorgeous and I'll pick you up at 8:00, how's that love?" Andrew gave her a flashing smile and she agreed and she left her party.

At exactly 8:00 a midnight blue limo arrived at Hermione's flat and picked her up. Hermione was wearing a black dress robe that exposed one shoulder and was at an angle. Her heir was partly up which left her few shorter bangs fall into her face and framed it in shining strands.

The driver opened the door and she got a view at the huge inside of the vehicle. Obviously it was a magic limo, different from muggle ones and it was about as big as a house inside but on the outside it was as normal as usual.

The driver got in and said to Hermione,

"Andrew is running late. He wanted me to take you somewhere so you wouldn't be bored out here waiting for him to Apparate." Hermione really didn't fancy apparating anymore because it was so easy, and when she had set out for London to begin her new life, she didn't want any easy ways out.

"Alright, that sounds fine." Hermione agreed and the limo began to move. About five minutes later the vehicle stopped somewhere Hermione had never been before. The driver opened her door and she stepped out onto the wet pavement.

"Go on inside, Miss Granger." The driver pointed to a door and Hermione was hesitant to enter until she saw Andrew standing there waiting for her.

"Thank you Mr. Carmichael," Andrew said to the driver as they entered the door. It was really dark inside and Hermione held onto Andrew because she couldn't see.

"Andrew, what's going on?" Hermione giggled.

"Look," Andrew said as he waved his wand and light suddenly appeared in the space. She gazed and saw hundreds and hundreds of beautiful diamond rings. She gasped as Andrew took her hand and got down on one knee on the floor. His eyes shined with tears as he looked into her eyes.

"Hermione Granger. I'm so in love with you, I need you. Will you marry me?" Hermione went silent and looked about at all the wizard jewelers.

"Are you sure you want to marry me? I mean, it's only been 8 months." Hermione looked sadly.

"Of course I want to marry you! You know I'm not a man to rush into things, but I really believe we could be great together. You would make me so happy, 'Mione. Will you marry me then?" Andrew asked with hope. Hermione smiled and yelled,

"Yes!!!" Andrew kissed her and then said,

"Pick one," Andrew pointed at the many glass tables full of rings. Hermione gasped and began shopping immediately.