Blowing Over

Mad Fine Moody. Lily Potter. The Seventh Year Nicola. Those two hot Gryffindor girls who sat in front of her. Hermione's brain was so unfocused. So... unrelaxed. That when her free period in the Great Hall came she rushed.

There were many other students already hard at work. She placed her books down and quickly pulled it open. Potions would only make her think of Professor Potter. So she opened anything but. Her eyes quickly began to scan and she quietly whispered the words in front of her.

"The **** Eaters were percieved to be a serious internal threat; however,"

Hermione could see platinum blond hair at the corner of her eyes.

"Without a central leader, and following early losses highlighted by the heroics of Tom-."

The blond girl bent over, and like magic Hermione's eyes left her book and found her legs. She was beautiful. Helping a Slytherin student with his studies as she lightly whispered to him. These Teacher Aides were almost all former students. This one Hermione had never seen before.

The girl turned to see Hermione staring back at her. Her eyes didn't falter for a moment, which almost every other girl did when looking at Hermione. That was somehow impressive. Instead she combed her hair with a couple fingers, although it was already perfect.

"Did you need anything," she said? There was a bite to her tone. Almost as if she knew Hermione, as if she didn't like her. She was certainly a Slytherin, and something about her face was familiar. Yet, Hermione was certain she had never seen her before. Not in this life.

The girl raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Yet something about it, knowing this girl didn't like her, made Hermione even more sure about what she wanted.

"I do need something," whispered Hermione. The blond slowly walked, almost surprised by the answer. She huffed as she looked at the book as she stepped beside Hermione. She crossed her arms as she stared down at Hermione. She was even hotter up close.

"History of Magic help, really Mudb- Miss Granger," she said. Hermione didn't miss the insult, and yet it made her want her even more. She didn't need to be liked, just desired. Hermione did her best to look desirable as she looked at the witch. This technique worked with Cho in most every timeline, and other witches too. Hopefully this wouldn't be any different.

"I was actually hoping for some... private lessons," said Hermione. The words caused the other girl to pause, her expressions changing multiple times. Hermione's eyes left little room for missinterpretation as they traced the blond girls chest.

"You seriously think I'd eve-," the blond froze. Chewing on her lip before she her tone changed entirely.

"alright then, lead the way."