Mad Fine Moody

"Mad Fine Moody," said Ron quite too loud. But every student around him, especially the males seemed to agree when they saw her enter the Great Hall. Lightning arced across the ceiling and every head that wasn't already following her swiveled to watch as her heels clicked against the floor.

Hermione gasped. Her hands tightening around the goblet as her eyes began to trace over the new Professor. Things were different in this timeline. Hermione's eyes traced Professor Moody's hips, slowly moving up till her eyes landed on the large bust barely hidden by her dress. Things were very different, and it wasn't just the bombshell professor.

Hermione was feeling different than ever before. Her mouth was drying despite how much pumpkin juice she had drunk. Lightning cracked across the sky and when the bright flash subsided Professor Moody had stopped and her eyes turned to look back at Hermione's own.

Hermione's jaw was left wide open staring at a face that was confident and beautiful. Moody's smile faltered for a moment as she looked the younger witch in her eyes. This woman likely brought awe to others with a simple stare, but Hermione didn't falter in her gaze. For a moment Professor Moody's eyes began to glance down appraising the rest of Hermione that she could see.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said Professor Snape, "Professor Moody."

The words snapped Moody out of her trance as she turned away from Hermione beginning again to smile as genuine applause broke out around them.