Mints with a Drop of Blond
Summary: In which Hermione has an affection for mint and Draco just happens to use a particular shampoo.
Pairing: Dramione/ Draco and Hermione
Word Count: 1,004
Author: LakeSideWritings
Beta: I need one (oof)
Disclaimer: All rights to J.K. Rowling
A/N: I hope you enjoy and leave a review if you did! :)
Mints with a Drop of Blond
Ever since Hermione had made the potion Amortentia, she had been obsessed with mints. Just about everything she had was now mint. Mint shampoo, mint fabric wash, mint flavored ice cream, mint gum...anything you could think of that had mint, she liked and had. The mint had to be a particular type of mint, too. It couldn't be too strong, but it couldn't be too weak. This explains why most everything mint she has she throws out after a while. The smell fades, and it irritates Hermione. The smell has to be just right. And once she smelled that particular type of mint, she was hooked. Addicted, even.
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Divorce was the last thing Hermione wanted to deal with. She was tired from work, she was hungry, (She skipped lunch), and she was sore. She wanted to go home and sleep for a thousand years. Yet the only 'home' she had was some run-down apartment on the countryside of England. Since she filed for divorce and the house was in Ron's name, she was the one that got kicked out. She walked up the steps of Town Hall, her heels clicking as she did so. She flung open the huge glass door and walked in. Up ahead at the first table, she could see Ron sitting in the chair. She really couldn't deal with this right now. Hermione's confidence about the divorce was fading. She knew that if she saw Ron, she would go back to him- And that was the last thing she needed. Hermione, a grown woman, was going to flee back to her husband? I think not. Hermione turned on her heel, and the clinking sounds followed her. Not today. She was not dealing with this today. She opened the huge glass door and flung herself out. Not today.
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The ice cream parlor was one of Hermione's favorite places to go. They always had her favorite mint ice cream. Hermione ordered mint ice cream in a con (with chocolate sprinkles) and sat down at a table by herself. The bell on the door rang, and Hermione looked up.
And boy was she glad she did.
In the door walked Draco Malfoy, looking as shaggable as ever. His bleach blond hair was plastered to his face, and his shirt, which hung tightly to his abdomen, was soaked. His shorts were dark and like the shirt, stuck to his pale skin. His pale blue eyes raked over the room, and then over Hermione. Hermione hoped that she didn't visibly shudder. Draco walked up to the counter and ordered something. He was soon given an orange looking ice cream (peach?) and he handed the cashier her money. Then he started walking over to Hermione. She 'ignored' him by licking her mint ice cream. The chair across from her pulled out, and its emptiness was replaced with one hell of a man.
"Hello, Hermione. It's been too long." Draco told her, his voice husky. Hermione didn't trust her voice, so she nodded. "I would ask how you've been, but I've read the papers. Divorces do suck." Draco said. Hermione nodded again. Hermione glanced up from her ice cream to see Draco staring at her. "Do you have a voice?" He asked. Hermione laughed a little for the first time in forever. "Yea, I do," Hermione said. Draco nodded and took a bite out of his ice cream, making Hermione clench her muscles. "What?" Draco asked. "You're one of those people." She said slowly.
"Excuse me?" Draco asked with a tone. "You bite your ice cream!" Hermione squealed out. "It's disgusting! Doesn't that hurt your teeth?"
Draco visibly relaxed. "No. You don't bite your ice cream?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head no.
"So we're back to shaking heads again, are we?" Draco joked. Hermione blushed at the joke and his unwavering gaze.
Draco finished his ice cream in a bite, then turned away from Hermione. "Tell you what." He said. Hermione licked her mint ice cream, listening intently.
"How about I take you out tonight to catch up?" He asked. He looked at Hermione's face.
Hermione didn't say anything, partly for the fact that she was choking on her ice cream sprinkles.
"Never mind Hermione. It was nice seeing you." Draco got up and made his way to the door.
"Wait!" Hermione finally choked out. Draco turned around.
His face had a weird expression on it, almost as if it were hurt.
"Yes?" Draco asked her quietly.
"That sounds nice. We could catch up if you want." Hermione told him.
Draco smiled, and Hermione realized that she would like to see it more often. "Great. Meet me here at 8?" He asked. Hermione nodded for what seemed like the 5th time that hour. Draco smiled again, then waved to her. Then, he proceeded to walk out the door.
Hermione sat down with her mint ice cream and thought to herself.
This Draco was much better than school Draco. This Draco was polite, funny, and very attractive.
Hermione got up to throw her cone away. As she did that though, she got a powerful whiff of her favorite smell-the particular mint smell.
She shrugged it off as the mint ice cream, even though she knew ice cream didn't have that strong of a smell. Then she walked out of the ice cream parlor and went 'home'. She had a dinner catch up to get ready for.
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