Hermione had intended to contextualize, to contemplate this tumor of attraction that had abscessed to near fatal levels. But every time she tried to think critically, the image of him shirtless before bed would sneak into her mind and corrupt her thoughts. Rationality was thrown entirely out of the window to fantasize about his hands on her waist and what he was doing in those long showers. It was truly a good thing they were on a magical ship and water conservation was not a concern. 