Crossing the threshold of the potion’s lab, all of Hermione’s senses were overwhelmingly assaulted. She could smell three competing potions in various stages of completion. She could hear the whooshing sound of a vial turner and the crinkle old parchment made as it was roughly turned within a tomb. All of that would have been a lot to take in, but what she saw caught her the most off guard. Her gaze fell upon a shirtless Malfoy. The shifting definition of his sinewy back muscles as he stirred a bubbling potion and sipped on a short glass of brown liquid caused her breath to catch. To his most immediate left, instead of piles of ingredients she saw a three quarters empty bottle of a 24yr old Ogdens.