Disclaimer: The universe this little piece of fiction derived from doesn't belong to me. J.K Rowling has that privilege.
A hint of perfume in the darkness
III
Darkness covered them both from head to toe, chasing away the past and holding the future at bay. It made stolen moments seem precious instead of tawdry.
"You have a new perfume." It was a statement, not a question.
He was the only one to notice it. The perfume was a gift from her mother. It was a heady scent, a mix of vanilla, black violet and tamarind. It hinted of late nights and passion. In short, the opposite of everything that she characterized. Except when she was with him.
"I like it."
Maybe her mother wasn't so inattentive after all.
III
A/N: A 100-word drabble. Inspired by, shockingly enough, a perfume. I envisioned the couple as Draco/Hermione, but that's just me. Feel free to use your imagination!