Today, it was watching Draco prepare asphodel during double potions. He’d taken the seat across from her today and she watched with a deep ache in her core as his hands– strong hands– plucked each petal, careful not to tear, and then proceeded to take the small carving knife and extract what little essence he could from the small plant. Hermione had caught herself salivating as she watched the way his fingers ran delicately along each petal and the way the veins in his hand rippled beneath his skin with each scrape of the knife. She’d snapped her mouth shut when Draco had caught her staring, throwing her a smirk with a twinkle in his eye as he continued to work on his potion. 