They’d fallen into a routine over the last few days. Granger would wake up and go shower. He would interrupt her shower. They would stare at one another’s naked forms and do nothing. Then, they’d work on the potion. He would do everything possible to touch her or be near her. And she let him. Just yesterday, she brushed a spot of soot off his face with her thumb, and he nearly climaxed. He was going to die. The proximity, the touching, the tension. It was all too much for him.