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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hollywood Tonight

Chapter 2:

His head snapped up when she called his name. He was sure that he was dead, because this could not be the woman that he had known years ago. Not the Hermione he knew and once taught defensive spells. This one was more beautiful, her hair was more tamed, and she was wearing clothes that the Hermione he knew would never even give a second glance to. He couldn't help it as his eyes roamed over the lovely body curves that the woman had, who was still sitting at the floor. Her eyes were wide with shock, and she was breathing hard, her cheeks were a bit flushed. When he realized that he was still staring at her, he blinked couple of times and stood up reaching a hand to help her to her feet.

"I'm sorry, I…I never shove women off me, I just thought I knew you from somewhere," said Remus, and blushed scarlet as the woman's skirt rode up a bit, and he could get a glimpse of her small and round bum. "But…how did you know my name? I mean the woman I knew, knows my name, and you are so much alike. I just…" he trailed off.

"Remus," she said, "I think the woman you are talking about is the real me. I'm Hermione."

His eyes widened in shock and he was left speechless. "Her…Hermione? You've got to be kidding me!" groaned Remus and plopped down on the couch, cradling his face in his hands once again. Hermione grimaced a bit and sat beside him, waiting for him to come around. "But…how…when…?" He looked sideways at her and murmured. "You've changed a lot, you do know that right?"

Hermione nodded and said. "I know."

"I…God…I don't even know what to say? This is so embarrassing!" he chuckled and looked down at the floor.

"Why is it embarrassing?"

"Because I was turned on by my former student, who gave me a…mind blowing lap dance," he blushed and looked at her blank face. "I mean, I never thought you'd be…"

Hemione was silent and her face was the careful mask of blankness. Inside she was a mess. Someone from her past life found her, someone close to her found her to be more specific. She wasn't stupid as to assume that she would never meet anyone from her past. What was she to do? Call a bodyguard and throw him and his friend out of the club and never let them come here or she could just talk to him? Explain everything to him?

"This shouldn't have happened," Hermione murmured and run a hand through her hair.

Remus chuckled, not looking at her, and said, "No it shouldn't, but to look at the bright side of this all, I've found you. And now it's all awkward and all."

"I have never gone."

"What do you mean?" asked Remus, his voice puzzled.

She looked at his profile and said carefully, "Someone knew where I was, all these years."

"And who might that someone be?"

"It doesn't matter. And I think your time is up," she said and moved up from the couch. Remus touched her hand and she looked down at his face.

"I think we should meet, maybe tomorrow, I don't know. Please, Hermione. Let's meet tomorrow or tonight when you'll finish your work. We should talk; I need to know what happened to you all these years, because I know that I can't sleep tonight. I just need to know"

As she looked at his pleading face she couldn't say no to him, so she only nodded. He smiled brilliantly at her and squeezed her hand in affection. Hermione smiled softly at him, grabbed her mask and left the room. She went straight to her private dressing room and slammed the door shut behind her. She breathed heavily as she made her way towards her make-up desk sat at the chair and looked at her face in the mirror. They had found her, to be more specific he had found her, but she was sure that he didn't know that she worked here, but with who did he came here tonight? Was it Sirius? Maybe it was, she knew how close the two of them were, but that was not the point of her thoughts. She had other things to think about now, like Remus wanted to meet with her to talk, but about what? She was not going to tell him all of her secrets, more specifically why she left the world she'd fought for all those years back. She wasn't ready to talk about it, not yet. She could just try to stir off the conversation from that disturbing subject. She cleaned off her make up and started to change. She grabbed her red hoody and her old tattered jeans, and wore her sneakers. She made her hair into a messy bun, and grabbed her backpack. Now she was not the dancer of the club, she was an average girl, who looked like she didn't have lots of money.

As she walked out of her dressing room, she bumped into Sofa. She looked like hell, she always looked like hell.

"Sofa, you look like a shit," commented Hermione and helped her to her private dressing room.

"You are quiet dashing yourself too," slurred Sofa and plopped on her couch, curling into a ball and wanting nothing else but to sleep.

"You have to perform tonight, and I have to go. Where is Emma or Kate?"

"Kate is sucking someone's brains out and Emma is crashing someone's balls off," she mumbled and tried to sit up, but failed miserably. "I shouldn't had so much tonight," she mumbled and looked at Hermione, her eyes dull and lifeless. "But I can't deny the feelings that I felt tonight, my boyfriend knew what he was doing."

Hermione grimaced, as she listened to her friend talk about that peace of an ass. She rummaged into the closet and came up with some performing clothes for Sofa to wear. "Here," she chucked them at her and walked towards the coffee stander on the side of the room. She made a strong one and gave it to her. Sofa tried to glare at Hermione, but seeing the determined expression on her face, she didn't uttered a single word as she drunk her coffee and staggered up to a standing position and started to get dressed, the both of them ignoring Sofa's nude body. After all, they danced and it wasn't that hard for them to be like this with each other. Hermione helped her to get dressed, gave her a soft make up touches. As she was applying some lipstick on Sofa's lips, she spoke. "You know Hermy."

"hmm…?"

"You could've been a really great mom," she said, "I'm really sorry for what had happened to you, I think it shouldn't have happened…"

"You're ready," Hermione said loudly and turned around, grabbed her bag from the floor and walked out of the room. Sofa only sighed and looked at herself in the mirror, slapping her mentally for her big mouth.

Hermione made her way towards their boss and told her that she had to go now, it was 10 minutes till she would finish her job, she only waved her hand dismissively and Hermione took that as a 'get out of here' sign. She walked out of the club and saw that Remus was waiting for her, leaning against the streetlights' pole. When he saw her walking towards him, he straightened up and met her half-way.

"Hey," he greeted her, and she only smiled at him. "So, where to?"

"There's a small night café at the corner of the main street, you want to go there?"

"Come on," he said and started walking the way Hermione indicated the café was. They were mostly silent as they walked towards the café, they would bump into each other sometime and they would murmur an apology. Eventually they made it, and Remus held the door for Hermione, who smiled at him and walked inside. As she predicted the café was mostly occupied with two or three late night strollers.

Hermione grabbed Remus by his wrist and stirred him towards the back of the café. They sat at the table for two, facing each other. The waitress came to them and offered the special cake for the night, and the both of them took it, and ordered cappuccino. As they waited for the orders to come, Remus was watching her; she had changed. He couldn't even believe that she was the same Hermione. And he told her this.

"I still can't believe it's you, Hermione. I mean, you've changed. What did you do to yourself?"

"Besides getting loads of piercings here and there, and having some small tattoos on my body, I can safely say that I haven't changed at all."

"Haven't change?"

"Yes. I mean, ok alright, I'll give you this one that I wear different clothes and I do things…differently now, but I'm still the same. What do you see that you think that changed in me?"

As Remus was about to answer her, the waitress came and placed their cakes and two cappuccinos in front of them, bade them a good night and walked away. "You ask me what has been changed? Really, Granger, I would think that you'd be more…smart then to deny this."

"Wh-?"

"But of course you had to deny it. I mean, I knew the woman who would always tell the truth whenever she would get the chance to talk, but the 'you' now is a whole new story. You now…dance, Hermione. Don't get me wrong, you dance brilliantly, and I received one by myself a few minutes ago. I just can't explain what I'm feeling right now."

"Ok, the Hermione, you know, is dead, this is the real Hermione, this is the real me. And I'm not going to change one bit and I'm not going to come back to the world that I have left all those years ago," Hermione hissed the last part to him and took a sip from her coffee.

"Why? What happened? Why did you suddenly left us and never told any of us where you gone to?" said Remus, his voice soft and a bit understanding. "We all need a sometime alone from all of that mess, but you…whatever you did were good to not let us find you. But now I did and I want some explanations. Do you even know what you did to us? To me?"

"To you?"

"Yes, to me. Because you were one of the first people, besides my time as a Marauder, who accepted me the way I was. You would always be there for me whenever I needed a friend after the full moon. Yes, I know I still have Sirius, but Hermione, come on. You know that a man sometimes would need a small woman's touch."

"I never thought of it that way, but I had to leave, and I'm not going to tell you why I left. Not now," when she saw a small hurt crossing his green eyes, she added quickly, "maybe later, I don't know, but not now, I'm not ready for it."

"Why?" Remus asked softly, though he was sure that he wasn't going to get the answers he was aiming for, so he wasn't as surprised when she shook her head and swallowed.

"No, don't ask questions, Remy, not now. I will tell you when I'll be ready."

Something seemed to stir inside his chest when she used his old nickname, that only his close friends once called him, before he became Moony. He liked hearing her calling him by his nickname.

"I truly missed you Hermione."

Hermione smiled softly at his sincere confession. "I missed you too Remy. I'm still shocked that you've found me, but I think it was my time to get back to life? I don't know."

"It's nice talking to you. I should thank Sirius, because he was the one to get me out of my cottage tonight. He told me that he needed a good wank and he wanted his friend to be with him, so I being a good friend tagged along with him," he smiled at the memory Sirius as he pleaded with him.

"I hope he went to Kate, because she's brilliant, though she had had a hard life, but she's coping, slowly, with it. I love my friends here."

"You work with them?"

"Yes, I have two more friends Emma and Sofa. Emma is our oldest 'girl' of the group, though she would kill us if we referred her anything other than a girl, she'd kill me now if she knew I called her old. She's something else entirely," she smiled and continued, "and the most problematic of them all is Sofa. She uses drugs."

"That's…" Remus trailed off, frowned and said nothing.

"Yeah, but I'm there for my friends. We all love each other, though to tell you the truth," she leaned in a bit and whispered, "I love Kate the most."

Remus smiled and whispered back, their faces inches away. "Why?"

"Because she has the most beautiful daughter in the world; her name is Catherine. She is a two-year-old lovely girl."

"You love kids?"

"Yes," Hermione answered simply and moved back, leaning against the back of her chair, sipping her coffee casually. Remus knew that Hermione had lots of secrets, he could feel it, and he couldn't wait to start to unfold them all, to start and know the new Hermione. He was sure that he would like this Hermione more, than the last one.
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