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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 4
Severus� face was now set into a mask of rage. He stood and leaned forward, placing his hands on her desk. Their noses were almost touching as he ground out. �Very well, Miss Parvus, I would appreciate your company this coming Friday, for an evening of fine wine, good food and an opportunity to get to know you. There, is that what you wanted you insufferable witch?�
�It�s not the most romantic proposition I�ve ever experienced Severus, but coming from you I suppose it will do. Yes, I accept your offer. It�s a date.�
Severus fell back onto his chair in shock. �A date. Did she just say date? Dear Gods he was going on a date.� He felt quite dizzy and needed something to distract him. �Methnus potion. What is it exactly?� He asked, unable to get his head around the fact he�d actually asked a witch for a date.
�Methnus is a potion made specifically for use in industry. When completed it will hopefully revolutionise the way manufacturers use their machinery. Instead of needing to import fuel from the muggles, one ounce of Methnus will run a large plant for a week, as opposed to several thousand gallons of expensive diesel. As such, running costs will be much lower and the price of end product will reflect that saving. Thus you and I will be able to purchase many things much cheaper than normal, as will the rest of the wizarding world.�

�Really?� He asked, Severus was more than interested in this new potion. �How far are you with your research? What ingredients do you use? Will it be available on the open market? How long before it will be available for use in industry?�

�Severus stop, please. You know full well I cannot disclose that information. It is top secret. You will have to wait, same as everyone else.�
�What? Why? Granger knows, I heard you tell her to go work on it.�

�Hermione works for me, she is a Ministry employee. As such she has access to what we are trying to achieve here. And no, she will not reveal anything to you. She is under oath, just as we all are. Here.� She said, sliding a piece of parchment across the desk to him. My address. I�ll expect you at seven o�clock Friday. Formal or casual?�

�Mmm, formal or casual what?� He asked, his brain now working overtime on the Methnus potion.
�For our date, casual or formal robes?�
�Date? Oh �oh yes. Formal. Until Friday then. Are you certain you cannot discuss the Methnus? I might be able to help you you know.�
�I am certain Severus.� She told him, grinning as she herded him through the door. Goodbye.�
Hermione finished the final tweaking on the Methnus, cleared her workstation and hurried through to Sandra�s office, closing the door before she spoke.

�Sandra are you okay? What did he want?�
�You better sit down for this one Hermione. He asked me on a date.�
�You�re kidding me. You�re not kidding me. Why? When? Where?�
�This Friday, seven o�clock. He�s picking me up from my flat. Oh and it�s formal robes so I�m hoping you�ll help me pick out something suitable to wear. You will won�t you Hermione?�

�You bet I will. You lucky thing. I�ve fancied him since my sixth year.�

�You have? Me too, so I have five years on you.� Sandra told her grinning.
�He actually asked you for a date? That must be a first.�

�I believe it is. Though he took a bit of persuading I can tell you. Would you believe he came in here and more or less demanded I meet him before I said he had to ask me properly.�

�Circe you didn�t. And he complied. Wow, I think I would have melted and given in if he so much as suggested it with me. Argh, you�ve got the best of the three, now what am I gonna do?�

Sandra looked at her friend puzzled. �Hermione you�ve lost me somewhere. What are you talking about?�

�Well you know I have a crush on Professor Snape, but I also fancy Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Now Snape�s out of the running that leaves ��
�Remus Lupin. I happen to know that Shacklebolt is in a relationship with someone here at the Ministry. If you want Lupin Hermione, I suggest you get your skates on girl. Meanwhile, You still have to help me with my robes for Friday. Then we�ll discuss tactics for getting Lupin to notice you. How�s that sound?�
�Good. I�ve finished the Methnus by the way, you just need to check it and give it the go ahead. I�ve written up the paperwork so if you want to read it through before you sign, were ready for the next project.�
�Brilliant. You do know Hermione that when I get my promotion, you are taking over this job.�
Hermione squealed and flung her arms around her friend.
��You�ve earned it. Now, did you say something about coffee?� Sandra asked. �I need to clear my head before I head into the labs.�
Severus was back in his dungeon rooms before it hit him again that he was actually going on a date. Him on a date. For the rest of the week it nagged at his brain, he did NOT do dates. Yet here he was, Friday evening and he was dressing with meticulous care, ready to go pick up his date for the night. He growled. Just you wait Sandra, just you wait. You can have your date, your food and wine. When we return here however, it will be a different matter. Here I am in charge, when I have your luscious little body under mine, I will show you in no uncertain terms just who holds the upper hand in this relationship.
At exactly seven pm, Severus was standing on the doorstep of Sandra�s flat, running a slender finger round his collar and knocking on her door.
�If that�s you Severus, come in.� He heard through the doorway.

Opening the door he stepped into a narrow hall, several doors along each side. He was frowning, trying to figure out which one to try first when her voice sounded again.
�Second door on your right.�
He took a couple more steps and opened the door. �You do realise that anyone could have walked in here. You could have been murdered before you even knew who it was.� he called to another door, left partly open where he assumed Sandra was.
�I doubt it. If anyone but you tried to get through that door without an invitation they would have been on their knees by now.� She called back.
Severus was about to ask what wards she had set up when Sandra walked into the room. All thoughts of murderers, revenge and wards went out of his head when he saw her. Instead he thought he�d died and gone to heaven, for the vision in front of him was surely an angel.
Sandra stood in the bedroom doorway, her long hair was piled up on her head in small curls, soft tendrils falling gracefully over her long neck. Her gown was sky blue and made of the softest silk. It clung to her curves, showing off her perfectly proportioned body. The swell of her breasts, the slimness of her waist, curving out again over her hips. She turned round and he could see her naked back, the curvature of her spine all the way down to the swell of her buttocks, there the gown took shape again, covering her globes. The material fell in soft folds to the floor, showing the shape of her legs. It fastened round her neck with a single strap, so thin it was barely noticeable and Severus had to wonder for a moment how it stayed up. He also wondered if her legs reached her ears, they were so long and shapely. What happened to being a nonentity? He gulped, the blood once again leaving his head and removing all conscious thought and power of speech.
Sandra was about to ask him if he approved of her dress, but when she saw his reaction she stayed quiet. ��Hermione, I love you.� She thought. Hermione had dragged Sandra down a muggle side street to a shop she knew of, adamant that this would be the place to get the perfect gown for her date with Severus. Sandra was so glad she�d listened and taken Hermione�s advice on this. She wore no other adornments, other than a simple gold chain with a small diamond hanging from it. Picking up a dark blue wrap, she looked back at Severus and noticed he seemed to somewhat catatonic. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was open. Maybe she�d gone a bit too far with this gown.

�Err, Severus. Are you alright?� She asked, getting concerned.
He blinked several times then snapped his mouth closed, realising he must look like an idiot staring at her like that.

�Of course, why should I not be. Are you ready?� He asked gruffly.

Sandra had been ready for the last five minutes, she�d been waiting for him to come out of his stupor. �Yes, I�m ready.� She picked up her wand and slipped it down the front of the gown, into a hidden pocket she�d had the dressmaker put in especially for that purpose. Not that the dressmaker knew what it was for. She just thought it was a quirk of the purchaser.
Severus watched the wand slide between her breasts and was almost lost again. Only the fact that she took his arm stopped him from pouncing on her and ravaging her there and then.
For the whole evening he could not take his eyes off her. He took her to a top restaurant, they had wine and a meal. Sandra talked and Severus stared, occasionally answering in monosyllables or the odd grunt. Sandra began to wonder if he was ill. But Severus was just infatuated. Up until tonight, all he had dreamt off was her voice and her eyes. When he�d finally spoken to her, both at number 12 and at the Ministry, she�d worn heavy robes that revealed nothing. He would not have cared what she looked like underneath them, he was already in love with her. But when she emerged from the bedroom tonight he became a gibbering mush. At least he would have been had he tried to hold a half decent conversation. �Gods, what must she think of him.
When they�d finished dining Sandra suggested they dance. He led her round the dance floor mechanically, his eyes straying from her lips to her breasts, then back to her lips.

Barely half an hour later he found himself saying goodnight to her at the door to her flat. He kissed her hand and gave her a courtly bow, then stared at the closed door before coming back to his senses and realising what he�d done. Instead of taking Sandra back to his rooms at Hogwarts and showing her in no uncertain terms just who she belonged to, he�d escorted her home, entirely untouched, and allowed her to leave him on the doorstep. What was wrong with him. He was randy as hell yet he�d let her go. What was worse, he�d agreed to pick her up again un Sunday to take her for a picnic. �Dear Gods, what is wrong with me?� He wondered. His face set into a mask of anger and he threw his cape about him dramatically, then apparated home.
He was about to unward the gates but decided he did not want to be alone, instead he apparated again, this time appearing at Grimauld Place. Hopefully Lupin would still be up and there would be a bottle of fire whiskey available.
�Severus, what are you doing here?�

�I could ask you the same question Lupin.�

�Considering I live here, it would seem rather superfluous to do so. Has something happened? You seem out of sorts.�
�I am, have you got some fire whiskey?�

The two men settled onto the chairs in the drawing room, a bottle of fire whiskey on the table between them and a hefty glassful each in their hands.
Remus waited for Severus to say what was on his mind. He knew there was no point asking him what was troubling him. Severus did not open up easily. He would speak when he was ready.
�Lupin, do I look ill to you?�

Remus narrowed his eyes at the other wizard. �No more than you normally do. Why are you asking me th �Severus is something wrong? Have you been diagnosed with some terrible illness?� He asked worriedly.
Severus sneered and drained his glass, refilling it before he spoke again. �No I have not, but �look at the time Lupin. It is ten forty five on a Friday night. I have just spent the evening with the most beautiful witch ever created and what did I do? I took her home, kissed her hand and left her there. That is not what I planned to do. Merlin I should be fucking her by now, yet here I am, randy as hell and she �she �this is not how I am Lupin. I do NOT date.�
Remus coughed when his drink went down the wrong way. �Your saying you went on a date. Severus Snape dated a woman?�

�Yes.� The dark haired man hissed. �And there is worse to come. I have agreed to take her on a picnic on Sunday. Lupin I must have some terrible disease. I am sick, most awfully sick.� He said, despair written on his face.
Remus laughed, causing the other man to glower at him. �Oh you�re sick alright Severus, and I know exactly what is wrong with you.�
�You do? What is it? Is it curable?� He asked. �And why do you find it so damned amusing? I am ill for Gods sake.� He growled.
Remus could not help but laugh harder at the distress on Severus� face. �Severus, you are not ill, but you do have a sickness. You will not like it though when I tell you what it is, especially considering there is no known cure for your malady.�
�Wonderful. I am finally free to live my life the way I choose, and now I am being diagnosed with an incurable disease. �What is it Lupin? Maybe I can invent a potion to heal myself.�

�Not for this particular ailment Severus. You see you are love sick. That is what ails you.� Remus told him, his eye alight with merriment. �The confirmed bachelor and playboy is in love and does not know how to handle it.� Remus topped their glasses up again, eyeing the dark wizard as he gulped the amber liquid, a deep frown on his face.
Severus had quite a buzz going on now, three very large fire whiskeys plus the two bottles of wine he�d consumed with Sandra finally taking hold.
�She told me I must court her Lupin. She wants dates and flowers and I have given in like a meek little lamb. I had plans for us tonight, very physical plans.� He complained, waving his hand and sloshing the whiskey over the top of the glass. �Months I have spent searching for her, months. Did you know that? Then when I find her, decide to make her my own, she demands that I woo her. She looked like a Goddess tonight and I kissed her hand. Her beautiful, graceful hand. Then I said goodnight. Lupin there must be a cure for this, there must be.� He wailed morosely, slumping down in the chair.
�Afraid not old chum. You�ve been got. Snagged. Ball and chain job I�m afraid.� Lupin told him, his voice slurred.
Severus hiccupped and stared into his glass. �That�s ridicu �rilicud �silly. I already told her she�s mine now. Forrrrever. So why is she making me act like a fool? Gimme another drink.� He demanded.
The two wizards continued to bemoan the fickle ways of witches as the level of liquid in the bottle steadily lowered.
�You know you�re lucky Sevruss. At least you�ve got a witch. I have nooo-one. I haven�t had a good shag for over a year.�
�Granger.�

�What?�

�Granger. She fancies you ya know. Has for a looong time. Fancies me too of course, and Shacklebolt. Get in there man, she wants you.�
�Severus she�s just a kid.�
�Bollocks. She�s �� Severus closed one eye and puckered his lips, trying to remember how old the Granger girl was. �She�s in her fucking �hic �twenties, plenty old enough. She�s got the hots for you and I know you like her. So why �hic �not?�
�Hermione does not ��

�I�m telling you she does. �hic. I�ve seen the way she looks at you. Watched her brush against you every �hic �chance she gets. I know the signs.� Severus told him. �hic�hic Oh, you�re asleep.�

Severus finished his drink and made a feeble attempt to stand. It was too difficult so he slumped back in the chair and promptly passed out.
The following morning it was a race to grab the only remaining bottle of hangover cure left in the bathroom. Severus won.

�I need to apparate home, you do not.� He said smugly to Remus.
�Fine, but as soon as you get there, you send be some more to replace what you nicked.�

�I did not �nick� it, it was my brew to begin with. I am feeling gracious however, so yes, I will send you some. This �sickness we discussed last night, I take it our conversation will not reach other ears.�

�Don�t worry Severus, your secrets safe with me. I take it you hope to marry this new woman in your life, what�s her name by the way?�

�Sandra. Sandra Parvus. You must have seen her, she is also the one who prevented my demise when I threw the killing curse at Voldemort. I have a sneaky suspicion she did more than that though. As for marrying her, yes, that is my intention. I have already told her of course but the silly chit insists on this stupid courtship ritual. I am telling you Lupin, come Sunday I am putting my foot down and ending this silly nonsense. The witch will have to learn to do as she is told. She�s a Hufflepuff for Merlin�s sake, they are naturally submissive. Aren�t they?�

�I�m not so sure Severus, look at Tonks. She was a Hufflepuff and there is absolutely nothing submissive about her. No, I think you�ve finally met your match.�
�Ridiculous, no witch is a match for me. You�ll see.� he said confidently. �She will soon learn her place in the scheme of things. The witch is mine and will do as she is told.�
Lupin said nothing as he watched Severus vacate the house. �Oh yes Severus Snape, you have definitely met your match.� He grinned as he headed for the kitchen to get some breakfast. �Hmm, Hermione.�

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