crack_van | Roman Holiday by Anna (M/Strong R)

Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canucks! (at least it's still the 1st here)

I am

fragmentpieces and I shall be your crack broom driver for the month of July. I hope to bring you a variety of fics of all ratings and pairings so we'll all having something to enjoy. So let's get this show on the road!

Fandom: HARRY POTTTER
Pairing: Primary: Snape/Hermione, some Draco/Hermione
Length: Novel-length (at least)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Anna at Witchfics
Why this must be read:

To be honest, this was the first story that got me hooked on fanfiction. My friends handed me a print copy of the first chapter 6 years ago (god it was that long ago?) and got me hooked.

It's well written, hot and very very believable. To make a long story short without giving any details, Hermione goes to Rome for summer hols and sets herself free of her bookish mask and certain people take notice.

Hermione couldn’t believe how well her summer was turning out.

What had first promised to be an ordinary family vacation had been abruptly derailed when Mum broke her ankle gardening. No sightseeing for her this year, she’d announced gloomily, and Hermione had steeled herself, disappointed, for Quiet Holidays at Home.

But then Giulia had called, inviting her to visit, glamorous Cousin Giulia with her flat in the Piazza del Spagna and her zippy little red moped with the racing stripe and her scholarship to the Film Design Institute. Please, please, PLEASE, Hermione had begged, and listed, in writing, the first million or so reasons why Rome was at the top of her Must-See List.

Her trump card, the angle that finally convinced her parents to let her go, was the summer research project she was doing for Muggle Studies, on the Italian sorcerer Palestrina. Think of the libraries, she’d rhapsodized. The cathedrals. The living, breathing history!

In the end, they said yes. Of course. Mostly because they trusted her to be sensible.

Well, screw being sensible.

Hermione leaned to the law-abiding side as a general rule, but she wasn’t STUPID. Six weeks in Rome with her beautiful, freewheeling college-student cousin? If they thought she was really going to sit in the library all day, they were truly, pathetically thick.

She wasn’t going to enlighten them.

This is the first in a trilogy, all with titles from classic movies. The last one is a WIP and likely to remain that way but Roman Holiday (at least) stands on its own.

I feel I should warn you that while most of the fic is PG-13, there are parts with graphic sex so I upped the rating just in case.

Enjoy!

Roman Holiday