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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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Hermione woke the next morning and stretched her limbs, feeling the muscles tighten before loosening languidly as she smiled up at her ceiling.

Gods, what a good sleep. If this is what I can look forward to with him nearby, I'll be right as rain before week's end.

She sat up slowly, letting her body adjust to the change in position. The scar on her chest protested slightly, tugging at her skin in askance. Her mouth scowled momentarily, before she reached into her bedside table, withdrawing a small jar. She carefully rubbed the healing salve into the wound, muttering a bit at the task, but also taking the time to note that they looked a bit better today. This had been a part of her morning rituals for years now. Somehow, the wounds inflicted on her body had yet to fully heal. Hermione was remiss in finding the exact cause of their seeming stasis. She knew it would be a curse of some dark origin, but had yet to find exactly what it was that caused the cuts to reopen on a daily basis. Perhaps Severus will know? It's at least worth asking, she thought, before pulling her dressing gown on over her boy shorts and vest.
Hermione descended the stairs of her old farmhouse, entering the kitchen and starting the kettle to boil. She removed the eggs from the icebox and set about preparing her breakfast, very much zoned out to the mundane task, when a thought entered her mind. With the eggs all but forgotten for the moment, Hermione went to her messenger bag by the door and pulled out the tape Severus had made her the day before. She pulled open the doors to her entertainment center and popped it into the tape player, turning the volume up.
The speakers played the bulk of their conversation back to her ears, as she heard Severus ask her the true meaning of the song. She remembered singing it in her head, listening to the words and trying her hardest to listen deeper. When his opening chords started, her eyes widened. There was something new there, in the quality of her voice, some new perspective or hidden truth lying there, just beneath the surface.
That's me? Oh wow. He really is talented. Perhaps I should have been taking lessons with him.
She closed her eyes, listening to the lyrics of a song she had heard and sung more times than she could count, as if hearing it for the very first time. As she listened to the climax of the tune she opened her eyes to blurry vision, tears marring the surface of her honeyed gaze, and blinked rapidly to clear them. She had finally done it. That song could not have been more perfect.
As the kettle whistled from the hob in the kitchen, she ran to turn the burner off, before calling to her Little Owl (Hermione's owl- https://www.owlpages.com/owls/species.php), Guinevere. She penned a short note, and sent the owl off. She quickly turned back to the hob and set about making breakfast.
She had just set the bacon in the cast iron skillet, when a knock came at her front door. A smile stole across her face before she glanced down, only now realizing that she hadn't even dressed yet.

Oh Gods! What's he to think of me inviting him over when I haven't even put on a brassiere yet! Merlin!

She tied the sash of her dressing gown tightly and hurried to the door, pulling it open and stepping aside to let her guest in.
"Please, come in Severus. Breakfast is nearly ready." She said, bustling back to the kitchen to finish up. Gods, but he looked delectable in another pair of dark washed jeans that hugged his bum perfectly, and a light grey, long sleeved cotton Henley. With a flick of her wrist, a cup of black tea poured itself and sat waiting at the head spot on the table.
"Black, right?" She asked absently, turning the meat over in the pan. Severus looked on, dumbfounded.
"Pardon?" He asked. She looks absolutely delicious. Surely she didn't mean for me to see her so under-dressed, but those legs go on forever, he thought.
"You drink your tea black, correct?" She asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Yes. Yes I do. Why would you remember that?" He said, mostly to himself, finally taking a seat at her table.
"I'm a very observant person by nature and, well, it just always seemed to fit, you drinking tea black. I also remember that you love sweets, but are careful not to over indulge, though you hate having sugar with your morning caffeine." She told him, turning to the table, with platters of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and tomatoes, placing them carefully between the two set places.
"Remarkable. I never would have thought you saw me enough to notice all that."
"I noticed more than you could possibly know. Well? Eat up, before it gets cold." She told him, serving herself. He took a pancake and some bacon, carefully adding eggs to the side of his plate. He picked up his fork, before asking her the question that had been burning on the tip of his tongue since receiving her owl.
"Hermione, why have you invited me to breakfast? Not that I'm not grateful, thank you by the way, but it was a bit out of the blue." He asked, looking up at her from beneath lowered lashes, doing his level best to ignore the fact that her perfect cleavage showed how free her breasts were at the moment.
"I had to tell you that you are a genius." She said. His confused expression pushed her on. "I listened to the tape. How did you get me to do that? It was... Beautiful. Perfect. I've been practicing for weeks, and in a matter of minutes, you made it flawless. How?" She asked.
"It was just you. I assure you I had very little to do with it. You tend to look at the mere surface of things and, when you were working on it, you stuck to the story. I merely helped you to look deeper, past the plot, past the lines, deeper and more out of context, so that you could find the connection you needed. It was quite simple, really." He told her.
"Well, simple or not, I needed to show my gratitude. Besides, I figured you may be a mite lonely over there. I know I've been lonely, living alone for all these years. Thought a bit of breakfast with a friend might do us both some good." She said, giving him another soft smile from the corner of her mouth.
"Well, thank you. It's been a long time since I have had someone else's cooking without paying at the end. It's delicious by the way."
"Thank you, Severus. I hope you know, you are always welcome here. If you ever need someone to talk to, or just someone to sit and read next to, my door is opened to you, and my wards will allow you entrance." She said, winking at him. He gave her back a flirtatious grin.
"Oh, I assure you, reading is much farther down on the list of things I would like to do with you." He said, his voice dropping nearly a full octave.
"Professor Snape! Are you flirting with me?" She said in mock outrage.
"Gods, I know it's been a while since I've done it, but if you have to ask, surely I'm doing it wrong." He said, his eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips. He covered her hand with his and pulled it to his face, kissing the back of her knuckles gently before placing it back on the table. Hermione blushed, the crimson rising from her chest up into her cheeks in a most appealing way, as she cast her gaze to the side, her smile impossible to smother.
"I think you did just fine." She said shyly. As Severus opened his mouth to speak, an obnoxious sound rang out from her living room. Hermione jumped up from the table to answer her mobile, saving Severus from hearing more about wishing 'your girlfriend was hot like me', whatever that meant.
"What!" Hermione snapped upon answering. Severus chuckled to himself as he listened to the one-sided conversation.
"No... I've just eaten breakfast. Yes, I'll be going to rehearsal soon... Oh yes, thanks by the way for that... Yes, scared me out of my wits... Do I have to? Darling, please. The guilt trip is so unnecessary and incredibly hurtful... Fine. But I don't have to be nice about it... Alright... Yes, actually, he's in my kitchen now..." Her voice got quieter, not that Severus had any trouble hearing her. His ears perked up as he tried to figure out who she was talking to and what they were saying about him.
"Draco, I don't think I need your help matchmaking... Maybe," she said with a giggle. Hermione Granger giggling. To Draco of all people. Interesting. "I suppose. How about Thursday night? We do late rehearsal Friday afternoons, so it should be fine... I'll ask him and let you know... Pervert. Yes, love you too." As she came back into the kitchen, Severus looked like the cat that got the cream.
"I'm guessing you heard all that?" She asked, guilt and shyness written on her face.
"Indeed." He said simply, his eyebrow raised.
"Draco would like to know if we would like to have dinner with him and Astoria on Thursday."
"I suppose that would be acceptable." He told her. She released a nervous breath before he continued. "Tell me, Miss Granger, are you in the habit of making dinner plans with a man when you are not, in fact, truly involved with him yet?" He asked. Her shoulders rose to her ears as she flinched at the question.
"Right, well... Erm, Draco seemed to think that we were, and he didn't really let me explain about-"
"Hermione, relax." He cut her off abruptly. She lifted her head to look him in the eye, only now seeing the mischief held there.
"You git! You were messing with me! That is just plain bad manners." She said, playfully hitting his shoulder. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit astride his lap. Hermione's breath caught in her chest.
"Though I have numerous questions about the conversation I overheard, I would first like to ask if you wouldn't mind having dinner with me tonight." He said, looking deeply into her eyes.
"I would love to." She said quietly.
"Good. Then you are no longer in trouble for your faux pas." His smooth baritone told her, as he leaned in and placed the barest of kisses to her jaw. Her head fell back as his lips traced a line up to her ear, abruptly stopping and pulling back to ask, "and what the hell was that song?"
She laughed loudly at the change in pace.
"Yes, well, Draco has gained an interest in all things muggle since we became friends and he thought the song suited him to a t. He swiped my mobile a while back and managed to set it as his personal ringtone. I haven't had the heart to change it. Plus it always manages to put a smile on my face." She told him.
"How did you two become friends?" He asked. She took a deep breath and lay her head on his shoulder as his arms came around her back, holding her close.
"Actually, believe it or not, we met in therapy. He was in one of the support groups I was a part of. It's interesting that as different as we all thought we were, our problems were greatly the same. We were all just children, forced to grow up too quickly, fighting in a war that we shouldn't have had to be a part of. We were all just doing the best we could to survive in an imperfect world. We bonded, and slowly over time, started spending time with each other. He said it was his mission to teach me to dress properly and learn to fix my hair so it did resemble a rats nest quite so much. I told him it was my mission to teach him that muggle culture was interesting and worth preserving and to make sure he got the stick removed from up his arse. We're actually quite good friends. Sometimes he's the only one I find I can talk to about my nightmares. It helps actually, that he was there for some of them, you know?"
"I'm glad you two have managed to get close. It's good to have people to talk to with different views from yourself, sometimes. Gives a greater perspective on things." Severus' voice rumbled in his chest as his hands carefully roamed her back.
"You are nothing like I thought you would be." She mumbled absently, nuzzling into his very defined pecs.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" He asked, moving his head to place a gentle kiss to her head.
"Good. Most definitely good." She said dreamily. They stayed in that position far longer than they should have, and when Hermione's phone went off a second time, this time issuing the opening strains of the overture to Funny Girl, she jumped from his lap.
"Good Gods, woman! Must you nearly maim me in your haste to prepare for the day?" He said, his voice, though sharp, not showing a hint of malice. She gave an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. I didn't realize the time. I have to get ready or I'll be late for rehearsal." She began clearing the table of their breakfast dishes, when he stopped her, shooing her towards the stairs.
"Go on. I'll take care of breakfast. I'll be waiting for you when you're ready." He began placing the platters in the sink as he filled it with hot water. Hermione looked on, her face holding equal parts amazement and disbelief.
"Three things. First, you do dishes? Second, you're going to wait for me? And thirdly... Where exactly have you been all my life?" She asked.
"First, of course I do dishes. I've lived on my own for quite some time, without the aid of house elves. Second, of course I am. Why go separately when we love next door to each other and are going to the same place. However, the longer you delay, the more likely we will both be late. And thirdly..." He looked away, slightly uncomfortable with the very sentimental Gryffindor mentality he was about to admit to. He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. "Well, thirdly, I've been waiting right here for you to finally be ready." he said quietly, looking deeply into her honeyed eyes.
She felt the blush steeling up her neck and a tear dropped from the corner of one eye as she looked on in utter beguilement. Her voice was quiet and hoarse when she finally spoke.
"Right. Well... Thank you... For waiting Severus." She turned slowly, heading up the stairs, leaving Severus with a dumbfounded expression on his face, unsure if she was referring to the second point, or the third in his rebuttal, when she called from her bedroom, "I won't be long." He could only wonder exactly which statement that referred to either, but he could hope...

A/N
So maybe not 2 more chapters, but hey... So what's the general consensus so far? I really like how they flirt with one another, though I'm still not 100% on how the story will go. Some feedback would be much appreciated... And of course, Draco would be that conceited. I say it fits nicely, but I may be just a touch biased.
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