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Brown Eyed Girl	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 3

After showering and dressing, he ordered breakfast to be brought to his rooms and settled down to read the daily Prophet. Part way through an article caught his attention. Putting the paper down, he went to his desk and rifled through some older editions of Potions Weekly until he found what he was looking for. S. Parvus, second in command and soon to be, Head of the potions department at the Ministry of Magic, Parvus is highly acclaimed by the Ministry and the field of potions in general. It went on to give a long list of potions invented by the Potions Master and the awards he had achieved. Severus assume the article referred to Sandra�s father or an uncle, guessing that was probably how she got a leg up into the Ministry in the first place. Not that it mattered to him, nepotism appealed to his Slytherin side. Lower down, the article also stated that Parvus also had Masters in Charms and Transfigurations; he wondered why she was placed in Hufflepuff when she clearly came from a highly intelligent background. At least once they were married he would be able to discuss potions with her father, or uncle or whatever. Then he wondered how well Sandra did at potions when she attended Hogwarts

Grabbing a piece of toast from his plate, he went to his office and pulled out the drawer of a large filing cabinet, searching under �P� until he found her file. Munching at the toast, he sat on the edge of his desk and started flipping through the various parchments, studying her results. �Advanced potions, advanced charms, advanced transfigurations. When he read her scores in these subjects, he almost choked on his toast. Flipping through more of the records, he discovered that Sandra never lost a single point for Hufflepuff, nor did she gain any. Yet she had the highest scores he had ever seen, in all the key subjects. Severus tried to think back to her seventh year. He had clearly taken her for advanced potions, yet he did not remember her. Looking deeper, he vaguely remembered a tall, willowy girl, brown hair, unobtrusive and quiet. Yes, her potions were always spot on. He grabbed some of the assignments she had written, all of her homework, each essay was precise and to the point, barely a hint of red ink anywhere. Yet not one point had she received for her excellent work, not one word of recognition for her efforts.
Professor Sprout, a tubby cheerful witch, sat smiling at Severus, wondering why on earth he�d asked to speak with her in private.

�How can I help you Severus? Are you in dire need of some rare ingredient for one of your potions? You do not usually ask to see me privately for that.�
�No Pomona I do not. I would like you to tell me the true traits of your house. What it truly means to be a Hufflepuff, other than the obvious loyalty and friendship the hat spouts about each year at the sorting.�
The witch�s tatty, patched hat flopped forward over her eyes as she stared at the Potions Master in shock. �Severus, why on earth would you want to know that?�
�Because it is important to me.� He ground out. He hated asking her about Hufflepuff, the most underrated house at Hogwarts, but he needed the information and could not afford to offend the witch if he was to learn anything from her. �A personal project, I am considering writing a thesis on each of the four houses here at Hogwarts. I decided your house would be the first and as such, I assumed you would be the one person best suited to give me an unbiased opinion of it. If it is not inconvenient that is.� He said, clenching his jaw while trying to seem pleasant.
Pomona Sprouts face lit up in glee. She clapped her hands excitedly and gave him her best smile. �Severus I am honoured that you have come to me about this. And Hufflepuff is to be the first in your anthology you say?�

�It is indeed Pomona. So, would you mind terribly?� He asked, a quill poised to the piece of parchment he held on his lap, making it appear as though her were taking notes.

�Oh yes, of course. Well you know the obvious of course. Hufflepuffs are known for their loyalty to others. Acceptance is a major factor to a Hufflepuff; they never judge another by age, colour or creed, taking each person as they find them. Trusting to a fault is sometimes a downfall for a Hufflepuff. There are some though who shine through, displaying exceptional abilities on apparent to another Hufflepuff. We are nonentities Severus. Known for being not known. A very few have the ability to take this to another level, slipping by completely unnoticed by those around us. We had one like that here several years ago, a marvellous student. Kind, honest, brilliant actually. Griffindors Miss Granger was a mere shadow compared to her. But because of her innate ability to be �unseen shall we say, her efforts went largely unnoticed by both staff and her peers.�

�Is that so? And who might this paragon of greater knowledge have been Pomona?� He asked, keenly interested now.
�Her name was Sandra. Sandra Parvus. An exceptional girl. When she left Hogwarts, she went straight to university. Now is has Master in Potions, Transfigurations and Charms. She is also a member of the Order, Miss Tonks has worked with her on several occasions. They were quite good friends at Hogwarts I believe. Have you never noticed her Severus? No, I do not suppose you have.� She sighed, answering her own question. Pomona looked at Severus with a puzzled expression. �Severus, are you alright. You�ve gone a dreadful shade of grey.�

�What?� He asked, shaken from his reverie. �Ah, yes, I am fine thank you. This �Sandra Parvus, you say she has her Masters in three key subjects. How old is she Pomona, do you know where she is now?� He asked, trying, but failing to sound only casually interested.
�Late twenties if I remember correctly. She works for the Ministry you know, soon to be made head of the department of potions there. I believe she has had many articles posted in Potions Weekly, as well as Your Charms and Exceptional Transfiguration Monthly. Filius and Minerva would be able to enlighten you more about those. Is there anything else you need to know about my house Severus?�

Once again, Severus started from his own musings. �Er no. I think that is enough for the moment thank you Pomona. I trust I may speak with you again should the need arise?� He asked politely, standing up.
�Of course dear boy, of course. Any time.� She said, walking him to the door of her office and slapping him on the back.
Had it been anyone else calling him �boy� and slapping him on the back like an errant child he would have hexed them to Hades and back.
Back in his rooms Severus paced. So it was not her father or some other relation mentioned in the Prophet. It was Sandra herself. How had he missed her performance in his classes for seven years? He thought about what Pomona told him.

�There are some though who shine through, displaying exceptional abilities on apparent to another Hufflepuff. We are nonentities Severus. Known for being not known. A very few have the ability to take this to another level, slipping by completely unnoticed by those around us. We had one like that here several years ago, a marvellous student. Kind, honest, brilliant actually. Griffindors Miss Granger was a mere shadow compared to her. But because of her innate ability to be �unseen shall we say, her efforts went largely unnoticed by both staff and her peers.�
�We had one like that here several years ago, a marvellous student. Kind, honest, brilliant actually. Griffindors Miss Granger was a mere shadow compared to her. But because of her innate ability to be �unseen shall we say, her efforts went largely unnoticed by both staff and her peers ��
�Exceptional girl.�
�Have you never noticed her ��
� �do not suppose you have.�

�Well I have noticed you now Sandra, you have made sure of that. And now I have, my attention will not stray far from you. You will be mine, and soon.� he told the empty room.
Sandra spent her weekend in the large attic room she rented at the top of the building where she also rented a flat. The room was light and airy, spacious enough to be divided into two sections. One for potions, the other for spells work and transfigurations. At the moment she was working on a spell that would safely transfigure a potion into object form, without causing a volatile reaction to the potion itself. Her boss at the Ministry, even though he respected her greatly, said it could not be done and refused to fund her research for it.

So she funded her research privately and worked on it at home. She had the funds, her own inventions of various potions and charms, plus a few unusual transfiguration adaptations were now patented and gave her a higher income than her pay from the Ministry.

She�d taken a big risk the day of the final battle. Transfiguring the phial of potion to look like a plain wooden bangle round her wrist in case she was captured. Her heart was in her mouth as she wordlessly thought the spell that would transfigure it back into a potion, praying that it would not explode, or simply dissolve into nothing. She�d only had the chance to try the change once before she got the call to go immediately to headquarters, and then be told the end was in sight. They were all to be port keyed to their final destination in a couple of minutes where Harry Potter would finally have his chance to slay the Dark Lord of the wizarding world.
The Horcux�s were all destroyed. Argus Filch had accidentally uncovered one when cleaning the silver in the school trophy room. He picked up a cup with Tom Riddles name and the title of head boy on it. The cup had been awarded to Riddle for services to the school. He noticed a slight magical signature coming from the cup, one that did not feel altogether comfortable and reported it immediately to Professor Snape. He in turn destroyed the cup while Minerva destroyed the soul piece hidden inside. All the while Filius held a strong containment charm on it, hoping to prevent injury to the concerned parties. It worked.
All that remained now was to refine the charm, testing and retesting until she was assured there would be no nasty side effects to the spell and it�s counter spell. Then she would have her solicitor patent it for her. If only the Ministry had helped her with this one, they could have claimed equal credit and a share of the residuals. Sandra thought they would have learned their lesson by now.

The only person who knew of her private research was an under graduate by the name of Hermione Granger. Sandra had seen the girls potential shortly after she started in the potions department and took her under her wing. Hermione was a quick learner and often made useful and practical suggestions to Sandra. As a result, Sandra made sure Hermione�s name was included in the credits for any private work she became involved in with her and a share of the residuals, shared out in proportion to her input.

Hermione was more than happy with this partnership and was often found at her mentors flat on weekends, assisting Sandra with whatever she was working on at the time. Sandra repaid her by allowing her to use the facilities to work on her own potions, providing she paid for her own ingredients.

The only thing Hermione did not know about Sandra, was her unrequited feelings for a certain Potions Master. The same Potions Master Hermione also still had a crush on, along with Kingsley Shacklebolt and Remus Lupin. Hermione would be the first to admit that any one of those three wizards would be a coup. All were intelligent, strong, powerful wizards, and Hermione was willing to bet that even Remus was aggressive beneath the sheets. She�d yet to engage a man in her bed, but she was well aware of what she liked, what she wanted in a wizard.
As was Sandra. She also leant towards the strong, quiet, powerful type, though only one ever caught her attention and she did not intend to be a push over, even for him. She had her own issues when it came to dominance. Sandra did have masochistic tendencies, but she also had slightly dominant ones too. She knew there would be times when she wanted to take the reins, metaphorically speaking, and was not sure if Severus Snape was the type of person that would submit easily. If he was telling the truth and really wanted her, then she would find out soon enough.
Both Sandra and Hermione were frequently propositioned by wizards wanting to take them out, yet both had such similar tastes and turned men down for the most and both drew the line, saying no as soon as the wizard wanted more than either woman was prepared to give. Perhaps that was another reason they got on so well together, even though neither knew of the others tendencies.
It was almost certainly the reason why a glassy eyed Hermione entered Sandra�s office mid morning Monday, saying that Professor Snape was in reception demanding to see Miss Parvus.
�Do you want me to stay Sandra? He not the most pleasant of wizards and I�ve know him for quite a while.�

�Don�t worry Hermione, he taught me too. I know full well what he�s like, and why he is here.�
�You do? Well be careful, if you need me I�ll be just outside.� Hermione left the office, only to return several minutes later with an irate professor at her heels. She lingered hesitantly while he took a seat. �Erm, do you want a coffee or anything Sandra? Or I could take notes if you want.�
Sandra chuckled and smile at her friend. �No thanks Hermione. Go on, I know you�re dying to test the Methnus potion we�ve been working on. I�ll be fine.�
Severus looked from one witch to the other, curious about the pointed looks Granger was sending his way and the obvious fact she did not wish to leave him alone in the office with her boss.
�You are Miss Grangers superior I take it.�
�I am, and I think she has something of a crush on you judging by her attitude. Now, what can I do for you professor?�

Severus� eyebrow shot up. �You know full well why I am here Sandra, and my name Is Severus, remember that.�

�Very well Severus, remind me why you are here.� She told him, her expression one of mild interest.
Severus could not believe his ears. �Sandra, have you forgotten what I told you Friday evening. I intend to have you for my own. You asked me to find you and I have. Though I confess I was surprised when I discovered your position in the Ministry. I spent much of the weekend finding out about you Sandra. Professor Sprout was most informative.�
�Pomona, oh, how is she? I have not spoken to her in weeks.�
�You keep in contact with your professors?� He asked incredulously.
�Only Pomona, no one else remembers me.� She told him with a smirk that looked suspiciously familiar to him.
He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. �I remember you, why do you not come to see me?�

�Severus, you only remember me from that day you killed Voldemort. Anything before that is probably a vague memory of some mousy haired girl in the back of the classroom, nothing more.
He sat up indignantly. The fact she was right rankled him. �That may be so, but it does not change the way I feel about you. But Sandra, I am not a wizard used to wooing young witches. I do not court them, send flowers or chocolates. I hate Valentines day and never send Christmas cards. What you see is what you get with me.�

�If you feel about me the way you say Severus, then you will have to court me. I don�t eat much chocolate by the way, but I do expect to be treated with respect. If you want me then I expect you to say so. I do like Valentines day, I also like to get Christmas and birthday cards. I�ve known you for seventeen years Severus, I�ve learned your likes and dislikes, I know what you favourite colour is, and it is not black as most people imagine. It is blue. I know your favourite foods, and the methodical manner in which you must always eat your potatoes first, followed by the vegetables, saving the meat until last because you consider it the best part of the meal and want to savour it. I know many things about you, that you would not dream of, because I watch and listen and am not noticed unless I want to be. So, I take it you are here to ask me out.�
Severus spluttered, shifting awkwardly in his seat. Not knowing what else to say, he simply answered. �Yes.�
�And?�
�And what?� He asked, his voice several octaves higher than normal. He was acting like a shy, hormonal teenager and he knew it. The trouble was he could not stop himself.
�So ask me. That is why you�re here, or so you said.� She told him, trying to stop her lips from twitching.
Severus could not believe it when he felt his cheeks begin to burn. �Dear Gods I cannot be blushing.� He thought. He cleared his throat, angry at himself and regained his snark factor. �Right, Friday evening. I shall pick you up at seven. Write down your address.� He said. �There, he�d done it.
�Pardon? I will not give you my address. You have not even asked me, you told me.�
�It is the same thing.�

�No it isn�t. Either ask me properly or forget it.� She told him adamantly. Sandra was wringing her hands together nervously under the desk, praying she had not gone too far, but determined he would not take her for granted at any cost.
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