Let Us Grasp The Impossible

Chapter One

Hermione Granger seemed to be flashing her potions teacher.

It wasn't intentional, of course, but when professor Snape had glanced up from the essay he was marking, he hadn't been expecting to see the little lacy pink patch of Hermione Granger's panties that were currently on show.

Now, there were a number of different ways that he could have handled the situation. He could have averted his eyes and pretended that he had not seen anything. He tried that-it didn't work.

Now, he wasn't the type to look at his students in such a perverted way, but Hermione Granger had grown into a young woman, and there were certain things that straight men just couldn't push to the back of their minds.

His eyes found the panties again.

And the other way, well…

"Miss Granger, your skirt length is inappropriate,"

Hermione flushed as the voice of her potions teacher cut through the already silent classroom and drifted to her ears. She stumbled off her stool and hastily pulled down the skirt which had somehow managed to ride halfway up her leg, what made things even worse was that every eye was now on her. She glared ferociously at the manic grin on Ron's face as she sat down and happily nudged him as hard as she could in the ribs.

"I love that skirt-Ow," hissed Ron. He grumbled something and rubbed his side, ducking his head to grumpily re-chop his already too fine unicorn horn.

Hermione glanced at Ron's hands.

No, she wouldn't tell him. It would serve him right, hopefully.

Ten minutes later.

"Weasley I have told you precisely four times this lesson…"

The furious voice of Professor Snape was sending a redder Ron ever redder.

"Do not," he snapped lividly. "Chop-the-root-too-fine," he glared at the lump of smoking goo splayed over Ron's desk and his nostrils flared sharply. "One hundred points from Gryfindor,"

There was a muted gasp from certain members in the room.

"You will come to this classroom every lunch until you clean that catastrophic mess from my desk,"

He glanced down once more at the desk with a look of absolute disgust over his face and turned his head sideways 90 degrees.

"Miss Granger. You're potion is too thick,"

His cloak flapped as he walked back to the front of the classroom.

Hermione's jaw had clenched shut so hard that she could feel her teeth grinding together. With a whispered curse (this earned a surprised eyebrow raise from Ron) she hastily cleared away her equipment and shoved the cork into the vial holding her potion with so much force that it almost popped back out again.

On her way out, she angrily dropped the vial onto the assigned place on Snape's desk and stormed out of the classroom.

"Someone's hormonal," muttered Harry as he and Ron wearily followed her.

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Hermione hadn't had a good first week back.

On the first day, Draco Malfoy had informed her (with poorly disguised hatred) that he and her would both be patrolling the corridors together every Tuesday and Thursday night from 9pm to 12pm. This was unwelcomed, bad news and seeing as she never patrolled the corridors in her fifth year, a shock. (How would she get enough sleep?!) Ron lazily informed her that they would. And then told her he would be patrolling with Pansy Parkinson. Almost as bad, but not quite.

The first night back, when she was sleepily full from the earlier feast and relaxing peacefully in front of the fire, a group of screaming third year girls awoke her from her relaxed thoughts and yelled in horror about how a boy had somehow managed to get into their dorm. After some intense questions from her (she almost started screaming at him herself) he eventually admitted that he had used a charm to stop the stairs from turning into a slide, and then later admitted something even worse -that he was looking for their underwear.

She grumbled too him and the next day reported this to Professor McGonagall, who in turn grumbled about teenage boys and gave him detention. (For two months).

On top of these two unfortunate events (she didn't start patrolling the corridors until the second week, so was currently saved from that ordeal) Professor Snape had been unusually cruel and pernickety towards her this year. She told herself it was because deep, deep down, the man wanted her to do well, as this was her N.E.W.T.S year. But this really didn't seem right. Deep down she knew that he just hated her, and that was all their was to it.

And now, it was Sunday night. An end to the first week, a week that she was grateful to be back in, yet was glad was over. And with everyone around her asleep, all that could be heard was the soft scratching of her quill against her parchment. She was currently pursuing her potions homework, she had a few more days to complete it, but as always she was determined to earn at least a spark of praise from the man who constantly criticized everything that she did. Maybe, just maybe this time she would impress him, somehow. It was a feat that seemed almost impossible.

But nothing was impossible. And she was going to do it. No matter what it took.

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