Discaimer: No.

I got this idea when I was rereading HBP. Haha.

A really, really, really, really, really, really short Oneshot.

Summary: HBP missing moment. "It's Amortentia! ...it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and –" What's the secret scent that Hermione purposely left out? RWHG. Fo' sho'.

Amortentia Smells Like You

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Ron's POV

Harry, Hermione, and I finally reached the dungeon classroom, which now belonged to Slughorn. We were part of the only few who were progressing to N.E.W.T. level. I didn't spot Crabbe or Goyle anywhere. Guess they didn't get the required O.W.L. grade. Big surprise. Wonder what else they failed?

Slughorn finally opened the door and we walked into the classroom. We (as in Harry, Hermione, Ernie, and I, of course) sat next to a gold-colored cauldron. Whatever was inside smelled really, really, really, really good. For a moment, before I realized the smell was coming from the potion, I actually thought we were going to have some kind of feast judging by the familiar smell of chicken. Harry and I grinned at each other.

Besides the smell of roast chicken I also smelled wood...like a broomstick, was it? And...some other smell I didn't really recognize. It, well, to me smelled slightly like some kind of perfume.

But it was strangely familiar...

Hermione's POV

"Now," Slughorn continued, pointing a cauldron nearest the table where the four Ravenclaws sat at, "this one here is pretty well known...Featured in a few Ministry leaflets too...Who can—?"

I raised my hand at once.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," I said. How could I not know that one? After all, we made it in our second year...in Myrtle's Bathroom...and I had taken cat hair instead. Oh, the very thought of it still sends shivers down my spine.

"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here...yes, my dear?" Slughorn asked, looking right at me as I raised my hand excitedly once again.

I was so excited after giving the names of the first two potions. Slughorn seemed really pleased. Potions is going to be much better without Snape.

"It's Amortentia!"

"It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask," said Slughorn, who was looking, well, I hope, impressed, "but I assume you know what it does?"

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" Inwardly, I was hopping with excitement.

"Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals," I said animatedly, "and it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and—"

I felt my cheeks burn. I think I said too much. Really. I didn't have to say what I could smell from it. Oh, dear, I almost said it in front of everyone! The last scent is the same scent that I sometimes smell at the Burrow...or in the boy's dormitory (in Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus's room) when I need to be there for whatever reason. It's the same scent that I can smell if I turned right and sniffed...past Ernie Macmillan.

And maybe someday, I'll be able to tell Ron that...

"One of the scents I pick up from the Amortentia Potion...is you..."

THE END

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I actually like this idea. I don't know why I don't see a lot of it. People seem to miss small details, maybe? Hmm...

Well, hope you enjoyed this short fic. And I know you're going to review... ;)