"There you are," says Neville’s voice and she rounds the corner behind Draco to find Neville at his workbench, repotting something with soil-covered gloves. He shakes off the gloves and rises from his stool to shake Draco’s hand. His eyes flick over to her, then linger. She’s in her favorite cream silk work blouse and ... nothing else. It’s not long enough to cover anything below her navel and her face feels impossibly hot. Somehow this feels more lewd than being all the way naked.