Professor Snape. Oh how much she hated him. Today he had them brewing. Snape, Amortentia having deemed Hermione's 'as adequate as possible' had her check the other students. He asked her to help Seamus Finnegan.

Seamus blows everything fucking up Finnegan. She had no sooner looked into his cauldron than the liquid came shooting up, landing on her. Her day was piss poor after that.

"Hey Hermione…wow, did you borrow Ginny's perfume?" harry asked as he came up next to her.

"Uh-no harry. Love potion spilled on me." Harry turned a bright crimson and muttered a 'good to know'.

Ron came up next to her, and as well commented on her smell. Through out the day she had been told she smelled good, Luna asking her why she smelled like peach cobbler, wrackspurts and dirt.

She stayed late in the library; as usual. She had become adapt at hiding in a nook until madam pince left and then making her way silently back to the common room. She was just leaving the hallway when she heard two, very similar, voices.

"C'mon Fred. She'll be coming any second now. Or filch. Or the cat." She rounded the corner and stormed over to the boys.

"Or Hermione" Fred concluded. She heard clicking on the floor and she pulled her wand out. The boys looked scared beyond belief that Hermione was about to hex them and then give them detention.

"Protego Totalum, Salvio Hexia, Repello maxima" a wave of magic washed over the three as she pulled them towards the wall. The woman in pink rounded the corner, looking directly at the three of them, but not making any eye contact.

"Humph. Smells like the minister was here" Hermione choked back a gag and a belt of laughter. The witch walked down the hall, taking a left towards the slithryn house.

"Hermione-what did she mean by smells like the minister?" Fred questioned.

"Yea-you smell like grass and broomsticks and…is that gunpowder?"

"What are you smelling Gred? She smells like she always does." Hermione's eyes went wide and she quickly walked away, muttering them a quick goodnight while they shouted her thank yous.

"What'd you thinks wrong with her?" Fred asked his twin.

"I dunno brother mine, but she didn't smell like dirt-I can tell you that."

"Or the minister."

"You know what the minister smells like?"

"No. But I doubt he smells like grass or gunpowder."

"Fair enough."

Hermione avoided everyone the next day, but especially Fred. She wasn't sure if the love potion had worn off-but knowing that Fred well, loved her, was exciting. She had the biggest crush on him for a while. But Fred didn't know that she knew that he liked her-and fred had quite the temper. So she had a feeling it might not turn out well. She was eating in the kitchen with the elves while Fred was in the great hall.

"Harry mate-where's Hermione?" George asked. Fred was worried but wouldn't ask about her; saying it would be too obvious. He fancied Hermione, but wouldn't let anyone know except for George. It would horrify him if she found out.

"Prolly taking another bath." Harry snorted, looking at Ginny and then blushing before returning his gaze to the twins.

"What do you mean by another bath? She seamed normal yesterday; except for the running away part. We ran into her n the hallway and she didn't really stick around to chat…or scold us for that matter."

"Oh; she didn't tell you? Seamus spilled Amortentia on her yesterday. People wouldn't leave her alone. Even I smelled her; it was wonderful. Also slightly embarrassing." Freds eyes widened in his head. Hermione knew! He stared at George with rage, his temper rising.

"Don't look at me mate-I didn't do nothing."

"I have to go find Hermione" Fred stood up abruptly from the Gryffindor table and shot like a bat out of hell from the door.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He loves Hermione granger." Harry smiled.

"She loves fred weasley."