 Hermione tried to concentrate on her potion, but apart from giving Harry reproachful looks for using the Prince’s book again, she couldn’t help but also throw glances towards where Draco was working over his cauldron. She watched him weigh his ingredients with his eyes squinted, bite his bottom lip as he chopped up roots, and stir his potion with his long skilled fingers, and all she could think about was his pale grey eyes staring into hers, his lips kissing her, and his fingers exploring her body.