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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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4,791
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15
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Piano Man
So, I came home from work, in a very bad mood since it was really strenuous, and found my first 2 reviews!!!
Thank you so much sheedy (*blushes* thanks for the compliment) and Zen (then you should love this chapter ;)).
I hope more will follow and I already have OMG 267 hits!!! *jumps up and down with joy*
Because of this I decided to write another chapter and give it to you. Here it comes, enjoy.
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Its nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
Hermione was still staring at her Potions Teacher while Lucius banged his head on the table.
“He is going to kill me! What the Dark Lord didn’t manage Severus will for sure.” he groaned.
It took the others some time to catch on, but once they did they were shocked beyond words. Well, except Ron of course.
“Since when can bats sing?” he hadn’t quite finished his question when Draco smacked him.
“This is my godfather you are talking about, Weasel.” Turning to his dad he asked “Since when can Uncle Sev sing? And why would he do so in public?”
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
Lucius watched his best friend singing, his eyes were closed and he was concentrating completely on the song.
“When we didn’t have to spy any longer we suddenly found ourselves with a lot of time to spare. I opened this bar and Severus came here from time to time. One evening, we were alone in the bar, he started playing and when a guest came in he asked him not to stop.” Lucius shrugged “Since then he comes here every Friday to perform and everybody loves it. Here he can be just Severus, not Professor Severus Snape, greasy git and resident bat of Hogwarts Dungeons. He can finally be himself, if he even knows who he is.”
The group was gaping at the stage when they heard Severus sing.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
“He is going to kill us as soon as he realizes that we watched him.” Neville whispered, everybody knew how afraid he was of Professor Snape.
They all started talking about it, except Hermione. She was still staring and listening to the deep and rich voice of the one wizard she kept dreaming of.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
She almost snorted when she heard him sing this particular line. He had her feeling alright for some time now. She had started to see through his act in her 6th year when she caught him standing at the lake, staring into the sunset, his eyes filled with tears over the loss of 7 muggle families, hers among them. He came home to late, having been subjected to a dozen “Cruciatus” courses, to warn Dumbledore. She didn’t blame him, but she knew he blamed himself. Neither spoke of this evening again.
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Hermione watched Lucius get up and pour Severus a glass of Firewhiskey, they obviously had done this before, as Sev---Professor Snape, she silently berated herself, didn’t even look up. He just continued playing.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
She shivered, his voice poured over her like honey, thick and rich, it seemed to caress her in all the right places. She swallowed hard, she may be a virgin, but she certainly knew that this was desire she felt.
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
The guests were all listening to him singing, his voice and the way he played touched all of them. Even Harry and Ron had stopped their joking.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Hermione realised that he probably knew a lot about loneliness. She had never seen him socialising with anyone, except Lucius Malfoy or Headmaster Dumbledore. She finally took the time to take a closer look at his attire. It shocked her to see what kind of body he hit beneath his robes.
His shoulders seemed to be broader under the dark blue shirt he wore and his hair, which fell into his face, hiding most of his face, seemed to be rather silky than greasy.
But what shocked her most were his feet, which were bare.
Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, was not wearing shoes or socks.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
He sang this song with so much conviction that he held the entire bar under his magic. Nobody was left unmoved and everybody was pushed to think about his own life.
Was this all there is to life? Or were they missing out on something?
By now Hermione’s eyes were filled with tears.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
The the grand finale came.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
And with the last notes played he opened his eyes for the first time and his gaze met Hermione’s directly…
tbc
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A/N no more updates tonight ;) Hope you liked it, my first songfic ever.
The Lyrics and the Song are as I mentioned in the last chapter by Billy Joel “Piano Man”. Nothing of this belongs to me.
Thank you so much sheedy (*blushes* thanks for the compliment) and Zen (then you should love this chapter ;)).
I hope more will follow and I already have OMG 267 hits!!! *jumps up and down with joy*
Because of this I decided to write another chapter and give it to you. Here it comes, enjoy.
***************************************************************************
Its nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
Hermione was still staring at her Potions Teacher while Lucius banged his head on the table.
“He is going to kill me! What the Dark Lord didn’t manage Severus will for sure.” he groaned.
It took the others some time to catch on, but once they did they were shocked beyond words. Well, except Ron of course.
“Since when can bats sing?” he hadn’t quite finished his question when Draco smacked him.
“This is my godfather you are talking about, Weasel.” Turning to his dad he asked “Since when can Uncle Sev sing? And why would he do so in public?”
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
Lucius watched his best friend singing, his eyes were closed and he was concentrating completely on the song.
“When we didn’t have to spy any longer we suddenly found ourselves with a lot of time to spare. I opened this bar and Severus came here from time to time. One evening, we were alone in the bar, he started playing and when a guest came in he asked him not to stop.” Lucius shrugged “Since then he comes here every Friday to perform and everybody loves it. Here he can be just Severus, not Professor Severus Snape, greasy git and resident bat of Hogwarts Dungeons. He can finally be himself, if he even knows who he is.”
The group was gaping at the stage when they heard Severus sing.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
“He is going to kill us as soon as he realizes that we watched him.” Neville whispered, everybody knew how afraid he was of Professor Snape.
They all started talking about it, except Hermione. She was still staring and listening to the deep and rich voice of the one wizard she kept dreaming of.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
She almost snorted when she heard him sing this particular line. He had her feeling alright for some time now. She had started to see through his act in her 6th year when she caught him standing at the lake, staring into the sunset, his eyes filled with tears over the loss of 7 muggle families, hers among them. He came home to late, having been subjected to a dozen “Cruciatus” courses, to warn Dumbledore. She didn’t blame him, but she knew he blamed himself. Neither spoke of this evening again.
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Hermione watched Lucius get up and pour Severus a glass of Firewhiskey, they obviously had done this before, as Sev---Professor Snape, she silently berated herself, didn’t even look up. He just continued playing.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
She shivered, his voice poured over her like honey, thick and rich, it seemed to caress her in all the right places. She swallowed hard, she may be a virgin, but she certainly knew that this was desire she felt.
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
The guests were all listening to him singing, his voice and the way he played touched all of them. Even Harry and Ron had stopped their joking.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
Hermione realised that he probably knew a lot about loneliness. She had never seen him socialising with anyone, except Lucius Malfoy or Headmaster Dumbledore. She finally took the time to take a closer look at his attire. It shocked her to see what kind of body he hit beneath his robes.
His shoulders seemed to be broader under the dark blue shirt he wore and his hair, which fell into his face, hiding most of his face, seemed to be rather silky than greasy.
But what shocked her most were his feet, which were bare.
Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, was not wearing shoes or socks.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
He sang this song with so much conviction that he held the entire bar under his magic. Nobody was left unmoved and everybody was pushed to think about his own life.
Was this all there is to life? Or were they missing out on something?
By now Hermione’s eyes were filled with tears.
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
The the grand finale came.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
And with the last notes played he opened his eyes for the first time and his gaze met Hermione’s directly…
tbc
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A/N no more updates tonight ;) Hope you liked it, my first songfic ever.
The Lyrics and the Song are as I mentioned in the last chapter by Billy Joel “Piano Man”. Nothing of this belongs to me.