Without bothering to wait for an invitation, the overly confident wizard stepped into the shower behind Hermione. Just as it had been since they first kissed, he was unable to keep his hands to himself. She groaned at the feel of his lips on her bare shoulders, his large hands skimming the flesh on her sides and down to her hips. The haze that prevented her from making good decisions returned at full force. How could one man, one human man, affect her so strongly? She couldn't remember anyone else putting her under such an effective, pleasurable spell.