desire

Hermione has never believed in Divination, let alone dream interpretation — not that these dreams need any interpretation. But what is happening to her? Did someone slip her a lust potion? She isn’t sure if it’s better or worse when her cloudy dreams begin to take shape, the lines sharpening to reveal a body. Then a face...

And it's clear.

She'll never be able to look at her officemate the same way again.