The strength in his body was evident even through his clothes, and her mouth watered a bit a the thought of him shirtless. His grey eyes held hers; his walls were down just enough that she could see the guilt in them. He shifted and curled his hands around the sides of the chair. He really did have gorgeous hands - long, elegant fingers. Hermione felt the potion doing its work, she was flushed, and wetness crept between her thighs. 