"Morning Granger," he spoke deeply and she resisted the urge to look at him. Luckily Professor Slughorn walked into the class stopping him from pestering her further but he’d been silently watching her ever since. If she didn’t know any better she’d have thought he could read her mind, the dream she had last night was replaying over and over, she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t help but be convinced that he would actually be that good. She’d heard the rumours of course; he’d shagged most of the girls in Slytherin and a good amount in Ravenclaw. Even she had heard about his supposed prowess, particularly in the act he had performed in her dream. And there she was picturing it again. Gods, her body was responding just to his close proximity, she was all hot and bothered and it was his fault. She couldn’t believe she was so horny after that incredible orgasm last night.