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Who Are They Now? COMPLETE	By : Snapes_Slave Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9101 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own no part of the Harry Potter universe, That honor lies solely with Madame Rowling herself, nor do I own any part of Funny Girl or its music. I make no money from this story.

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The darkness was trying to creep in on her. She went to bed each night with the aid of a potion. She knew that too many days in a row of dreamless sleep would cause damage and make her addicted, but she pushed the boundaries as much as she could. Depression is a fickle bitch, she thought to herself. She had most assuredly regressed to her old habits of over working, but at the moment it seemed to be paying off. She forced herself to eat what she needed to, she hydrated as much as she could knowing that if she didn't, her voice and performance would suffer, she made sure she slept, even if it was only possible with the aid of pharmaceuticals.
It seemed that the routine of three days with dreamless sleep and two days of plain sleeping draughts was doing her well. She got enough rest uninterrupted, and on the nights of just sleeping potions, her mind would work through everything it needed to. The first night that she let the dreams back in was a bit eye opening.
Hermione Granger was not the type of person to live in denial. She tended to be almost overly practical and realistic. So, needless to say, when she woke up Thursday morning with sad tears on her face and realized that she was in love with her former professor, she was more than a bit surprised. The dreams she had had were more than surprising.
The whole night, her mind had showed her all of the best moments between them. They were never big things, overt romantic gestures, or outrageous courtesies. It was all the small things that made her truly see it. His hair in the morning, all sleep mussed and sticking out in different directions as he smiled and bid her a sleepy good morning. How he always poured her tea first and made it exactly the way she liked. The way he held her between his legs as they read together on his couch at night with her back against his firm chest. How he truly understood how her mind worked enough to help her with her work. How he was always quick to lift her up with a compliment or commendation on something like a song or the dinner she had made. It had been a single conversation that her mind had repeated over and over in her head throughout the dream that sold her completely.

Hermione, have you ever been in love? An all consuming, overpowering, overshadowing, shattering, eye-opening feeling of rightness with someone? That with them, life is so must better, brighter; but without them, you just feel lost and undeserving? Have you ever had that?

She woke up realizing that yes, she had. And now... Well now it seemed it was gone. She was under no illusions anymore about his behaviors. He hadn't acted like himself since seeing the scars. Hell, he hadn't even acted like he did at Hogwarts. It was as though something told him to be disgusted by her, when she knew he most definitely wasn't. She only wished that her pride would let her tell him that he was right. Her scars had stopped momentum in either direction and appeared to be stuck at a phase of half healed, neither worsening nor improving. Perhaps she was doomed to this life without love, just as her body was doomed to these scars with no true healing in sight.

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This was getting ridiculous. He had nearly exhausted his book collection, numbering in the thousands with nary an answer to be found. He was at his wits end. He'd hardly slept in the week that she had been gone, though she resided just down the road. He knew she would be in just as bad a place as he was, and as much as he wanted to go to her, he knew that it would never work without him finding her cure, and the only way he could think straight was to be away from her. Away from her, his mind could still be clear and cloudless. As heavy as his heart felt, he needed to stay in his dark home and find the solution before he could bring her brightness back.

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Thursday morning before lunch, Hermione had a breakthrough. By letting herself acknowledge the love she felt overwhelmed by in her heart, and the intensity of the loss she felt, her 'song from hell' met its maker. She understood it, she felt it deep in her core, and as she sang it on the empty stage with nothing but the set pieces and a spotlight to keep her company, she felt raw and gutted by the haunted performance she gave. It may not have had as bright of a spin on it as she would have hoped for, but it had been perfect just the same.
Severus would be proud, she thought, as she tried to quickly fix her makeup before the next scene.
She took deep calming breaths and tried to stop the flow of tears as she stood in the wings, but in the end, Simon had called a stop to the rehearsal.
"What was that?" He whispered to her as he took her hands in his and forced her to look into his eyes. "That was... Unlike anything you've given me before, Hermione."
"I'm so sorry, Simon. It's just what came out, I suppose. I've been trying to find this place, and it's been so hard because I didn't think I'd ever been in love. But... Well, I figured out that I have." She said, sniffling slightly and turning away from his penetrating gaze. He turned her face back to see his sad smile.
"And it's gone isn't it? I'm sorry things didn't work out with Severus, love. But you have to know how incredible that was. As sad as I am to see you hurting, I see exactly what you meant every time you told me that the song was missing something." He told her in earnest. He pulled her in to his chest and rubbed her back soothingly before whispering in her ear, "Ready to keep going?"
"Yes. Thank you, Simon. Let's keep going." She took a steadying breath and pushed her shoulders back.
"It'll get easier, love. I promise." He winked at her and moved back to his seat in the front row calling for everyone to continue.

A/N

I know, I know, another short one... sorry. The next part didn't go with this at all, and it needs its own chapter to really flush itself out. I hope you'll understand. Alas, the story is coming to a close. I'll be really sad to see it end, but I have loved writing it and I have seriously loved all your amazing reviews! Keep an eye out for more stories in the future, because I'm pretty sure I already have the next one in mind...

HARRYGINNY4EVA- As always, I love hearing from you, my number one fan *tosses a #1 FAN foam finger into imaginary audience* It'll all be explained very soon...
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