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Hermione was no longer the wild haired wiry little thing he remembered from her first day at Hogwarts. Her mane had calmed into soft curls, and he noted with some interest that she had filled out and had lost the gangly body of a little girl and had gained the curves of a woman. The professor scowled and tightened his arms across his chest. His dark eyes were drawn to her full lips and he found himself wondering how she would taste. How would it be to kiss this Gryffindor? The snake courting the lion. With a frown he shook his head, as if to shake her from his mind. No good could come of this.