1991 :
"Gryffindor " the Sorting Hat shouted over the crowd.
Serverus watched the young girl with extremley frizzy hair and bucked teeth hurry over to the table where she'd been accepted.
Her name was Hermione Granger. She was a mudblood.
1992 :
Serverus watched Miss Granger sit down, a confused look upon her face. He wondered where her two mischevious friends were to comfort her. With a quick a glance around the hall he realized neither were there. He got up and left the hall, in search for the two boys.
He followed Minerva on the path that seem to go to the library. His heart almost stopped when he saw the familiar figure laying on the floor with a mirror in her hand. It was Hermione Granger. He thought he might scream.
1994 :
He watched Miss Granger reach onto the top shelf of the students supply cabinet. Her underwear was striped brightly with different colors. He heard boyish giggles behind him and was shocked to see Seamus Finnagin and Dean Thomas looking at the same sight he was just glancing at. With a more than evil glare he sent the boys fleeing across the room.
Serverus turned and saw something that could make only him jealous enough to want to kill. Or at least expell. Hermione Granger was basically attached to Viktor Krums chest. They were dancing slowly and closely to a love song by the Weird Sisters.
1996:
Serverus was to preoccupied this year. He could not offord to be looking at minors.
But she was almost 17
Then she walked into his classroom.
The summer had done miracles to her. Her chest and hips were at their fullest. She had a beautiful figure, and this year (out of all years) she chose to show it.
The very year Serverus could not be distracted.
Her upper thighs were covered in a tight black skirt, that ended more than a few inches above her knees. Over her upper body, a tight, slighty small, Gryffindor sweater was stretched across, so that when she turned to the side, anybody could get a glimpse of her lacey red bra through the button gaps.
Surprisingly, this was not the most astonishing thing about her.
Her hair is what made him gasp aloud, causing a few students to look up.
It was not as it had been over the past five years. The frizziness had left and in place of it was delicate curls, today, pulled back into a pony tail, with a few strands covering her face. She looked beautiful.
Serverus knew he would not be able to ignore her. But after this year, she'd never forgive him anyway.
He knew in his heart, that is she ever did forgive him, their relationship could never happen.
He would always be her teacher. She would always be his student.
