Author's note: This is my first foray into the land of fanfiction writing. I've always been an observer, but now I've decided to take the plunge! 'Tis but a small drabble, but I couldn't get the image out of my head.

All Characters belong to the lovely Jo Rowling.

Severus Snape had never contemplated the beauty of brown hair. It had always been plain—if not outright dull. However, in the sunlight streaming in though the nearby window, flecks of gold and bronze danced upon each strand, and when a gentle breeze picked up a curl, he could all but hear a silent melody as each tendril was plucked.

A scrape of a chair brought him back to the present, to the dusty school library, and to Hermione Granger gathering her belongings. He watched as she made her way out, the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor seeming to take all the air in the room with her, and all that Snape was left with was a sudden icy dread that spread through him as he thought, no, not again!