Author: Raven
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how much I'd like to.
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Tangerines
As much as Hermione loved winter for various reasons, her most particular joy of the season was probably that it was the time of the year for tangerines. Hermione loved fruit of almost any kind—summer's peaches and melons, fall's crisp apples—but tangerines held a special place in her heart, ever since she was a little girl, and even more so since she had come to Hogwarts.
All it took was the pervasive citrusy scent of the ripe fruit, and it brought back childhood memories that clung to her soul as the citrus scent clung to her hands. It took her back to Christmases with her adorable Muggle parents, full of pine trees' heady pungency and ham's smoky resonance and peppermint's cold sharp sweetness. It took her back to sweet memories of making snow angels and sipping hot chocolate full of fluffy marshmallows while the icicles melted from her hair.
And, since arriving at Hogwarts five years prior, tangerines had a completely new delicious connotation. Hermione sighed, recalling smooth citrusy hands and long nights of cuddling before the fireplace… the rapid building delight of first kisses and other delicious firsts...
Yes, Hermione thought as she slowly breathed in the seductive scent of the season's first tangerine, winter was definitely her favorite season.
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Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction posted in a while, and I'm trying to ease back into it slowly, so I hope you liked this simple oneshot. Now you should review if you feel I am worthy or if you have any constructive criticism; it only takes one second and it makes me happy. Happy holidays!