Vanilla
A/N: Hey ya'll this is Tracy. I wrote this and Hermione doesn't know so it won't sound as good. She's the genius out of us. Anyway, I hope yah like it.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot of this I don't even own this computer.
Ron had always loved Hermione. Since the first day he had met her, he loved her. What he remembers most about her is the scent of her shampoo, vanilla. When he had told her he loved her, she said she had loved him too. And they kissed, not a song session, just a kiss full of love and innocence. Since that day, for some reason she had stopped using that vanilla scented shampoo. Her hair now smelled of flowers. He liked the scent, but he had always missed the vanilla scent. They got married. They had two children. Rose and Hugo, they were the cutest children in the world. He loved them more than he loved Hermione, as any good father would. Hermione started to use that vanilla scented shampoo on Rose. He smelled that scent off of her and remembered. Right now his children, who had children of their own now, were sitting at their mother's and grandmother's funeral. Harry and Ginny with their three children Lily, James, and Albus Severus with their children as well sat mourning Hermione's death. The magical funeral parlor had washed her hair and dressed her up nicely. She looked beautiful in the coffin, even as absurd as that sounds. They left her hair down and she looked beautiful. When Ron got up to say goodbye, he smelled the vanilla scent he used to love and smiled. He would always have a part of Hermione to remember. Her smile, her laugh, but more her vanilla scented hair.
A/N: Tracy: I came up with this idea during writing class. I hope you guys like it. R&R. Thanks
Tracy