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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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DISCLAIMER: Not my stuff guys. Not the characters or the song, but the actions and random plot? All me.

Hermione's life had done a 180. In the span of less than a week, she was happier, healthier and felt freer than she had in years. She had a boyfriend, though calling him that to his face was certainly a daunting task, and she could feel herself falling for him rapidly. She had woken in her bed slowly. Her thoughts raced.
I've kissed Severus Snape. Oh Gods! And it was bloody fantastic, too! She let out a girlish squeal of excitement. But I know he wants to move closer. Hell, so do I... But how?
She had never let anyone in like that. The thought of allowing someone else to see her secret shame was hard, just the idea of his reaction put her off the idea. She thought of his words from the night before. When you're ready and not a moment before. Slow. She could do slow no problem, but they were moving at warp speed.
Before she allowed herself to be swallowed by the anxiety and terror, she took a deep breath. I need help. I need my girls. And Draco. She mentally giggled. He had always been lumped in with the girls, ever since he had joined their little family, if for no other reason, then for his keen fashion sense and knowledge on the best gossip. She jumped from her bed, immediately regretting it, and hastily applied her healing balm to her scars, noting that they were significantly better than just the day before. Huh. That's certainly odd. She quickly sat at her desk and composed 3 letters. One for Ginny, one for Luna, and a third for Draco, requesting lunch that day and a fast reply. She gave Guinevere the letters and instructions, then focused on preparing for rehearsal. She showered and dressed in a simple blush pink lycra dress with creme lace overlay and her dance tights. Her hair was put in a perfectly messy ballerina bun on her crown, a light gold dusting to her eyelids, a swipe of mascara and a wine red lip stain and she swept down the stairs to her kitchen. She prepared a fast breakfast of an egg white omelet and a green smoothie to take with her. Once her omelet was gone, she sat sipping some tea, waiting for Severus to arrive. He knocked once before coming in, kissing her softly in greeting and joining her at her table for tea before they departed. Today's shirt was a deep forest green with long sleeves once again in the softest warn cotton she'd ever felt. His jeans, this time a faded light wash, continued to hug his backside in the most perfect way. They stood together on her front porch. He watched as she placed her usual wards and when she turned, his face was mere inches from her own.
"I feel I am remiss in my duties of telling you just how gorgeous you look today. Breathtaking." He brushed a stray curl behind her ear and drew his hand down her neck and shoulder, placing a deep but gentle kiss to her stained lips, being sure to lick her bottom lip just the slightest bit before pulling back, his eyes holding a slightly feral gleam. "Dinner tonight?"
"Yes," she said as the breath wooshed from her lungs. She cleared her throat at his amused expression. "Umm, actually, I'm having lunch today with Draco and the girls, so you'll be on your own. But I will see you back at the theater. Would you like to do dinner here or at your place?" By the end of her sentence she felt like she was back on solid ground.
"Let's do my place again. I have some things I'd like to show you. And if you'd like, we could work on My Man. I know you're still struggling with that one." He offered.
"That sounds lovely. Shall we be off then?" She said, putting her arms around his middle and snuggling in to his chest. With a quick nod, he turned his heal and she opened her eyes on the alley way near the theater entrance.

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The moment they broke for lunch, Hermione pressed a quick but lingering kiss to Severus' lips before rushing from the theater. When she arrived at the cafe down the street, she saw that her entourage was already seated with drinks in front of the shop. They greeted each other with hugs and kisses to the cheek and she took her seat.
"Alright. Catch me up! Who's shagging who's wife?" Hermione said abruptly after ordering a salad and a raspberry tea.
"Actually, no adultery this week. It's been a bit slow, though there are rumors of embezzlement at The Witch's Hat, that new club in Diagon Alley, and suspect number one is Clairmont Defoe. Funny thing is, it's her sisters place, and she's already loaded." Draco supplied.
"Wow. Rich people are weird." Hermione muttered.
"You do realize that you are rich, right?" Ginny said, her eyes shining with mirth, a smirk on her face. "Actually, we all are."
"Some more than others." Draco said, condescendingly as he rubbed his nails on his lapel.
"I'll have you know, Draco, that I now have a higher net worth than you. All those residuals come to me. If there's one thing to benefit from my insanity and work ethic, it's not having to share the profits." She replied. Draco's face dropped.
"Aww. I love you 'Mione, but that actually kind of hurts. That was about the only thing I had going for me." The girls laughed.
"Oh, Drakey poo. You know you'll always have your looks!" Luna said.
"That's true. Your father is one hell of a silver fox, and the Gods know you've always been his spitting image." Ginny said.
"I'm trying not to be grossed out by that, so thank you, I suppose." Draco said with a shiver. "Right, now. I know you don't get long for lunch, so tell us why we're here, 'Mione."
Hermione took a deep breath and launched into her story. She told them everything; the song in rehearsal, 'his voice is so deep. It's like liquid sex I swear!', his cooking dinner, 'I've eaten at five star restaurants that weren't that good!', His compliments, 'he said he admired me, and that I had so much strength, and that other than Dumbledore, I'm the only one that's as smart as him!', and his kisses, 'I swear his couch has a permanent wet spot from that alone! The man is a god!'. They looked on with rapt attention, and even Draco sighed romantically once or twice.
"And now the hard part. We are moving so quickly, and I love it! Don't get me wrong, I've never felt this... Right with someone before, but... I don't know how to do this. No one has seen me without my glamours before, unless they had a healing degree and worked for St Mungo's. I'm keeping myself on the edge of an anxiety attack constantly. I want to show him but I keep getting hit by these debilitating attacks of nerves with just the thought of showing him." She finished with her face in her hands. Draco spoke first.
"Suck it up, Granger." It wasn't overly harsh in delivery, but the words cut her to the quick.
"Excuse me?!" She whipped her head to look at him, her eyes like daggers.
"I said, suck it up. That man has surely seen worse, I guarantee it. Hell, he's probably given and received much worse. He won't be put off by them, I promise you. Not to mention that I know they aren't healing properly and out of all the specialists you've been to, he would be the best man to ask. You need to suck it up. Stop pitying yourself, pull on your big girl knickers, or take them off, ladies choice, and just show him." Her jaw dropped, Hermione's face was showing a mix of flabbergasted and disbelief at his words.
"Honestly darling, he's right. It's not as though you can continue to see each other and never show him. And it would be ridiculous to put it off much longer. You both know you're headed for bed soon, very soon by the state of your knickers and his couch last night. What are you waiting for? Him to say he loves you? How can he truly love you for who you are if he hasn't truly seen you?" Ginny added.
"And what about you Luna?"
"I must agree with them, Hermione. Besides, your scars aren't nearly as bad as you think they are." She continued in her airy voice at Hermione's confused expression. "I can see through your glamours sometimes. Usually when your tired and they aren't as strong, but I promise you, it will all be fine. It isn't as though he'll leave you because of them." She said. Hermione looked at her phone. She had to leave or she would be late getting back. She pulled a few notes from her bag and rose from the outdoor table.
"Well, I'll think on it. No promises, but I know you're right. Thank you for coming today."
"Of course, love. We're always here for you." Draco said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Yes. Always happy to be at your disposal." Ginny added. Hermione blew kisses to her girlfriends across the table, picking up her bag and throwing it across her chest. "Now, go knock em dead! What song is next today?" She asked belatedly.
Hermione smirked. "Don't Rain on My Parade." She turned and walked down the street, hearing her friends' laughter behind her, determined to make some headway on her personal hang-ups that evening.

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Hermione's mind was a swarm of thoughts and questions. She could hardly see straight through the cacophony of voices going back and forth.
If he sees them, he'll be disgusted.
Surely he won't be. He seems to really like you.
And what? You think he wants to forget about his past by being forced to see angry red slices on his girlfriend all the time?
Well, maybe he could fix them? Make them better?
So what? You want to be his project now?
Hermione stopped outside the theater, fingers grasping the door handle, and breathed deeply. She pushed all the voices into a little mental box to duel it out in private away from her busy day, and resolved that things would happen when they felt right. That's just how it will be. I'm not going to push either of us into a flashback. She pulled her shoulders back and put her chin up and walked in towards the stage, settling her bag on an empty chair.
"Ah! Miss Bryce. Let's begin! Severus?" Simon loudly called out. Hermione climbed the steps onto the stage, kissing Severus as she passed and took her spot in the center waiting for the music to start.

"Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade

I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a commer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole show bang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam
Hey, Mister Arnstein
Here I am
I'll march my band out
I will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a commer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade"

Raucous applause sounded scattered throughout the audience. And Severus sat back on the piano bench, clapping loudly along with the crowd before bringing two fingers to his mouth and whistling emphatically. Hermione blushed a deep crimson and bowed, feeling slightly awkward with the admiration.
"I don't see any reason why we would need to run that twice. Act 2! Let's get the set out here and get ready for Sadie Sadie!"
Hermione moved to sit beside her boyfriend on the piano bench facing the opposite way. He placed his hand on her thigh and leaned in by her ear.
"You, my dear, are outrageously talented." He kissed just behind the shell of her ear before continuing. "I do believe I am the luckiest man in all of London to have snagged you." She giggled and kissed his cheek. "How was lunch with the girls?"
"And Draco." Hermione clarified.
"I know. I believe I said with 'the girls'. That boy has so much of his mother in him it isn't funny. Though, Lucius should have spent more time with him in his younger days, he basically is one of the girls. So? How was it? Any good gossip?" He wheedled raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing for sure. Possible embezzlement, but nothing definitive. Just needed to talk to them." She responded looking away.
"You'll show me when you're ready." He whispered softly into her ear. "That doesn't have to stop us from... Other things." He fairly growled.
"W-what do you mean?" She stuttered, a shiver raising up her spine.
"If you want to keep the glamours on, it won't stop my wanting you. And I do. Want. You." He said, separation each word with a kiss o her neck to emphasize just how deeply he felt his desire. She gulped audibly.
"Dinner. Tonight. No work, I'm sure I won't be able to concentrate on it anyway." She rose from the bench fanning herself slightly as the crew finished act 2 set up. He chuckled low in his chest at her reaction and she glanced back at him over her shoulder, eyes smoldering. He swallowed thickly and adjusted himself. Did these trousers shrink? Merlin she's sexy.

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The moment Severus had dropped the wards on his house, they burst through the door, arms tangled around each other. His hands were cupping the back of her head and jaw as she was doing her level best to pull his jumper over his head while also wandlessly unbuttoning his trousers.
"Bedroom" she murmured, nipping at his bottom lip. He growled in reaction and impatiently pulled her up to wrap her legs around his waist, his hands cupping her bottom. He climbed the stairs and turned down the corridor, finding his bedroom door by memory, kicking it closed once they were through. She slid down his body, rubbing in the most arousing way possible and continuing to her knees before him.
Her fingers set a fire in his veins everywhere they touched. She pulled his zipper down and curled her fingers around the waistband, lowering them to the floor at his feet as she held his gaze.
Her eyes were intense. It was as if by him merely suggesting that she keep her security blanket on, which had never entered her mind, she felt ready to attack him with her lust. It had been a trying day to get to this point. They had spent the last 4 hours exchanging heated glances full of promise of what was surely to come. As she helped him from his brown leather deck shoes, he hurriedly pulled his jumper from his torso. Once she had removed his socks, she raised her head, slowly taking him in.
His legs were muscular and well formed, with the lightest dusting of soft black hair. He wore heather grey boxer briefs slung low on his hips that came to just above his knees. Her eyes rose slightly more, admiring the obvious bulge that was already present. She smirked slightly, biting her lip in awe of his sheer size even with the confinement. Sweet Circe! How the bloody hell will that fit?! Her gaze took in the sharp cut v above the elastic waist and the heavily defined musculature of his abs, Appreciating the happy trail of soft hair leading up to his belly button and sparsely covering his chest. This man was a god. His pale skin gave the illusion of etched marble, as if he truly belonged in a museum or art gallery. She rose to stand in front of him, eyes glazed with want, as his hands slowly began to divest her of her clothes. His fingers tugged gently at the hemline of her dress, pulling it over her head. He crouched slightly in front of her, careful to not allow himself to look upon her until her tights were removed. As she stepped out of them, he settled back on his haunches slightly, and began his appraisal at her delicate feet. Her toes were painted the lightest blush, the skin tanned. Her calves were well defined and slim. Her thighs looked the perfect balance of soft and strong, which he had felt as they came up the stairs. Her hips were encased in the most sexy pair of blush lace knickers he'd ever seen and looked to already be about soaked through as they allowed just the slightest bit of her cheeks to be seen. Her abs were cut. Not the six pack he had, though the muscles were certainly visible. Her arms and shoulders were also muscular, but not overly so. She looked healthy, her skin sun kissed and golden. He envied the matching blush lace balconette bra that was filled to bursting with her soft breasts, her dusky nipples barely visible through the sheer material. His mouth watered.
He reached up and pulled her hair from its confines and watched as the soft curls spilled over her shoulders and down her back. He swallowed.
"You are... The most delectable thing I have ever seen in my life." His voice was low pitched and gravelly.
She looked at him, confusion marring her features.
"Show me." She said. He quirked a brow in question.
"Drop the glamours." She whispered.
"I thought it might me easier for you if I kept them on this time." He said.
"Show me." She said, shaking her head slightly. With the wave of his hand and a whispered incantation, his skin changed. Silvery old scars and somewhat angry looking welts appeared. His chest was covered in overlapping and cris-crossing marks. He stood proudly, letting her look her fill and hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't see pity cloud her eyes.
"So strong. My warrior." She said, running her fingers over his chest reverently. His eyes closed and he exhaled a moan.
She shivered and backed up until she felt the mattress behind her knees. She raised her hand and curved a finger at him in a come hither motion as she sat back. He walked to her mindlessly.
"Off." She said simply. He struggled to pull off his pants and stepped between her knees.
"Fucking hell." He heard her say under her breath. He smirked just before he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his length. As her lips closed over the head of his aching cock, his mind went completely blank. His fingers were immediately tangled in her curls, holding her possessively without applying pressure.
"Jesus fuck!" He gasped out as he felt her taking him into her throat. She didn't gag, she merely pulled back, running her tongue around his tip, before plunging down even farther. He knew he was a lot to handle, few had ever even really tried once they saw the size of his... Equipment. But if one thing could ever be said about Hermione Granger, it was that she was... Thorough. Her left hand trailed slightly over his sack, pulling gently, and he threw his head back on a guttural groan. He felt her lips pull back in a tiny smirk as she chuckled softly around him. The vibrations were nearly his undoing. With his fingers in her hair, he pulled her back.
"Stop. Fuck- stop. Gods, if you don't I'm quite sure you will suck my very life force from my cock." His breath was gasping and erratic as he leaned over her, steadying himself on the edge of the bed. She snickered with a grin on her face. He retaliated with a growl as he pushed her back on the bed, running his tongue from the hollow of her throat down between her breasts and over her stomach. He kneeled on the floor and peeled her wet knickers off over her legs before throwing them absently over his shoulder. He pushed her knees apart and looked at her, his eyes ablaze, the now familiar feral grin on his face.
He lowered his mouth to her core. His tongue flicked out and drew slowly over her smooth pussy. He parted her lips with the tip of his nose as be inhaled her sweet and musky scent.
"You smell fantastic. I'll never have enough of you now." He moaned into her folds. He lowered his head and began to feast on her. His tongue circled her clit repeatedly, turning first in one direction, then the other, being sure to alternate pressure and technique. She was quickly losing her head, drowning in a sea of overwhelming desire. She was certain that by now her juices would be dripping onto his bed if he weren't currently lapping them up greedily. He moved lower and pushed his tongue into her wet opening, the muscles clenching around him as she dripped even more onto his palate. Her back arched sharply and she gave a high pitched whine in response. Her muscles began to pulse slightly. His tongue moved back up to her clit and he pushed two of his fingers deep into her, curling them forward and pushing against the soft and slightly spongy tissue of her g spot. Her hands fisted his black silk sheets and she gave a keening cry followed by a wail of completion as she expelled her release onto his face, chest and shoulders. Her body spasmed and shook with the power of her climax.
Severus licked her until her body stopped shivering and stood and pulled her ankles up to his shoulders. His eyes were deep coal black pools as he looked to her in askance.
"Fuck me, Severus." She answered.
"You're sure?" He asked.
"I'm sure that if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds, that I will utilize ever dark curse that has ever been created to punish you for not doing so. Give me your cock, Severus. I need you." She moaned out. He stepped closer to her before replying.
"That has to be the absolute sexiest threat I believe I have ever been on the receiving end of."
"Severus!" She cried, just before he pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt inside her.
"Merlin's balls. You are so Gods damned tight, woman." He halted all movements, catching his breath and letting her adjust to his size.
"And you are fucking huge." She told him, her voice already becoming hoarse.
Her hips rose to meet his and she arched her back trying to get him to move. He took the hint and began to slowly and methodically push and pull himself, doing his damnedest to keep from going off like a Weasley Wizarding Wheezes product. He lowered himself to her, her knees how pushing into her torso, as he pumped into her. His movements were still slow, measured. Hermione didn't want slow and measured. It had been years since she had been with anyone, and she didn't think she had ever been with someone who had made her feel this good before.
"Severus. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" She sounded breathy and nearly gone to her pleasure. Had he been in possession of all of his faculties, he would have taken the moment to be pleased with himself, but as things stood, he needed it just as bad as she did.
He quickened his pace, being sure to push just a bit harder at the end of each thrust, pushing the head of his rock hardness into her cervix, giving her the perfect balance of pleasure-pain.
He could feel the fluttering around his erection and the tightening of his balls and knew that he wouldn't last too much longer. She was moaning so loudly that he had to be grateful for their lack of neighbors. Surely they would think he was torturing the poor girl with the amount of expletives and shrill cries she was letting out. He abruptly pulled out of her and flipped her to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He put a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her face down in the mattress. Once he had lined himself up, he entered her in one smooth motion.
"FUCK! Fuck. Fuck. Shit! That's so good, Sev." She cried out.
With a drawn out "Oooooooh fuck yes." He began pistoning into her at a rapid pace. His left hand held tight to her hip and his right wrapped around her silky curls pulling back just enough to lift her head.
"You are bloody fantastic, Hermione. So fucking tight and so wet for me." He said, his hips now slamming into her almost aggressively.
"Sev- Er- Us! Yes- oh god- More- More- More! Give- Me- every- thing!" She yelled, her words broken by his thrusts. "Make- Me- Cum!" His hand released her hair and he lowered to lie flush with her back, his hand curving around her to flick her clit hard. His thrusts were short and deep, pressing into her cervix and g spot on every stroke.
She immediately began convulsing around him, her high pitched scream of completion enough to shatter the last of his stamina. He shouted, a guttural noise somehow resembling her name. As she squirted her release onto his sheets and thighs, he pumped his seed deep within her, drawing out every last tremor from the both of them. She collapsed on to the bed with him slightly on her back and slightly to her side. Severus panted as he waited for his vision to clear. He opened his eyes to see her face turned towards his, her eyes shut tight, a look of the most exquisite pain on her face.
"It has... Never been like that for me. Gods you are bloody fucking amazing, witch." He breathed out. His own voice now as hoarse as hers.
"I hope you don't have plans tomorrow morning, because I plan to do that as many times as humanly possible between now and... Forever." She mumbled into the rumpled sheets, eyes still shut tight, her breath finally slowing. He chuckled, brushing her sweaty hair back from her face and kissing her nose.
"We still have work tomorrow morning. Though I daresay we will do well to repeat this as much as we can afterwards." He said. She groaned.
"Let's sleep for now. You'll need your rest to keep up with me. Now that I know what to expect from you, expect it to last far... Far longer in the future." He growled, placing kisses to her shoulder and neck. At her noncommittal grunt, he carefully picked her up and placed her properly in the bed, pulling the duvet up to her shoulder and settled next to her. She immediately snuggled into his chest and wrapped a hand around his middle.
"Mmm. Thank you Severus." She sounded half asleep already.
"For what?" He wasn't far off either.
"First, the best shag I've ever had." She took his harsh exhale as an exhausted laugh. "And second, for helping to keep the nightmares away." She finished, already falling deeply into the darkness of dreams.
"I'll always be here for that." He whispered in reply, turning into her soft body and following her into sleep.

A/N
Soooo how'd we like the first lemon? I do enjoy a nice, tart lemon every now and then... Sorry the chapter didn't come sooner. I just had a tooth pulled and you would not believe how hard it is to focus on writing when you're on narcotics...
HARRYGINN4EVA- Once again, I love that you are my biggest fan. If no one ever reviews again, at least I have you. lol. I'm glad you liked it, and I hope you liked this one too. I swear, there is a method behind everything, otherwise there would be no plot... just the two of them throwing themselves into a relationship... which would be lovely, but not the greatest to read. The literary world needs a good conflict of some sort, right.

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Link for the Glee version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0ULgXjo4Yo
Link for the Streisand version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbs3aAxha70
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