Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. They belong to the lovely and talented J.K. Rowling. I only own Rowan Gwenevere Web and the plot.

Summery: When Snape is forced to attend a Malfoy function he meets a young woman. Can she cure him of his unhappiness or will this short relationship end in tragedy and heartbreak? R&R please.

One Week

Snape was thoroughly annoyed that Malfoy Sr. had invited him to his annual art auction. Not only was missing part of his well needed vacation, but he also hated Malfoys choice of artists. Most were allies to the dark, pureblood muggle haters who only showed their real colors in the presence of Malfoy and the other deatheaters.

The only reason for him to be here, other than have a painting in the auction was to do his job as spy for the light even though nothing went on but the exchange of money among other things that have nothing to do with art or the dark if you know what I mean. He knew everyone here. Including the good, the bad and the naïve.

He looked around the room studying everyone when he noticed a person he had never seen before. She was looking at his painting of Hogwarts Castle very closely with an interested look on her face. Being the spy that he is he took note of her appearance. She was short maybe only up to his collar bone. Her hair was cut in a stylish bob, and she had beautiful almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones and full lips.

Wanting to get a better look he moved a little closer. Now he really noticed how slender she was. Though she was slightly shapelier than he had thought earlier.

Like most of the witches and wizards she complied with the rule that stated everyone invited was to wear mostly black but unlike most was dressed a little more casually.

Her outfit consisted of a tunic like shirt with a silver and black geometric pattern. It fell just below her hips covering some of her short black plated skirt. She wore tall black leather boots that went to her upper calf and sticking out of her boots was the handle of her wand.

He chuckled inwardly when he noticed this. He thought "If I didn't have pockets Id do the same."

She had moved on to another painting when he stopped his analysis. He was interested in her, maybe more curious than anything, but interested none the less.

As he watched her more intently he saw that she didn't share the same feelings as everyone else. She was looking at a very well drawn picture of some one being tortured with a look of disgust. At this he decided to talk to her instead of trying to guess what she was like.

But before he could make a move Lucius Malfoy caught him looking.

"I see you've been watching our dear little Rowan Web" he said with a drawl

Dame it all he caught me Snape thought before asking "Rowan?"

"Yes that is the girl's name. Odd isn't it but it fits her" Malfoy Sr. said with a hungry look in his eyes as he stared after her.

"Well if you don't mind Lucius I'd like to look at the rest of the artwork" he said acidly annoyed with the slightly older man. He turned and went in the direction he saw "Rowan" go in.

"God why am I here. I hate this dame auction. To bad I like getting money for my artwork" a short slender girl said to herself.

After closing her eyes and sighing she was able to walk in.

She gave her cloak to the man in the cloak room and saw the look he gave her. It was the familiar look most men gave her and she hated it. She knew why they looked her that way. Her mother was what you would call a "groupie". They called her and the other whores that followed the Deatheaters "Death Chasers". To the Dark Lords followers she was to follow in her mothers steps. She already made the mistake of participating in an orgy and she did not want to do it again.

After walking for a few minuets, ignoring the stares of more men, she got to the gallery.

She had barely walked five steps when Lucius Malfoy swooped down on her.

"Rowan dear" Malfoy drawled before bending down slightly to kiss her on the forehead. "How are you?"

"Good I've heard" she said referring to the night just over a month ago. "But it's good to see you" she half lied (he usually set the higher prices for her art work and has bought a few so it didn't hurt to tell half a lie)

"It's good to see you as well" he said a smile and kissed her hand.

"I shall leave you to roam the gallery my dear. Enjoy your self" and with that he left to join a group of men.

"To bad he's good in bed or I would truly despise him" she thought as she walked to the nearest painting. It was of an old castle and very beautifully painted. "Who ever painted this must have loved this castle" she thought. She bent her head slightly to read the name of the painting and the artist "Hogwarts Castle, oil, painted by S.S. circa 2003"

"Hum, I wander who S.S. is we should talk" she said softly to the air. She walked to another painting and turned her face to a mask of disgust when she saw that it was of a muggle being tortured. Even though it was drawn very well it still didn't hide the fact that it was disgusting.

She turned as a house elf walked passed with a tray of Champaign. She bent slightly as the house elf stopped so she could get a glass and walked to the smaller room were she knew her art work was hanging. She pushed the curtain away so she could walk through.

She was alone, at least she thought she was, because she didn't notice the man that walked though the curtain and now stood behind her.

"Miss Web I presume?"

A/N: I would like to apologize in advance for not updating regularly. I might be able to update in a few days but it's not guaranteed so be prepared for a weight.

R&R please

P.S. I own the death chasers so ask before you take