The potions had interacted somehow. Tapped into some part of him that he hadn’t known was there. And now Granger was looking at him, admiration where there had never been any before. Thinking there was some sort of bond between them now. All he felt was fear. He wouldn’t be able to do that again. The potions had spurred him on; let him act with a confidence he wouldn’t have had otherwise. And if there was a next time, how would he manage to keep his shirt on? Surely she would expect clothes to come off if they did this again. "Potions must be over by now. Need a hand up?"