The Scent of Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters within the stories.
Summary: After a late night of Weasley pranking, Ginny finds herself locked in a closet with a yummy smelling young man. His mysterious identity fascinates her, as does his clever mind and nimble hands. Can she find true love sight unseen, identity unknown?
Authors Note: I would like to let everyone know who's read my other story "In the Dark of the Night" that, yes, this is the same world; hence the mention of serotonin. And maybe, just maybe, I will continue that story (partially) in this one with a sequel to come. Also, thanks, Robin, for my first review. I can't promise this will be a long fic, but I can tell you it will be longer than a few chapters. Also, your guess is warm but no cigar.
Chapter 2
Shifting to find a more comfortable position, her movements provoked a series of disagreeable grumbles. At first, the noise confused her, as did the warmth cupping her. When a strong arm tightened itself around her waist, though, it all came back. The great hall prank, the young man behind her running from dementors and refusing to explain why.
Well, I certainly had an interesting evening, she thought with a chuckle. Maybe I should wake him.
As she began turning to do just that, her hand brushed against her wand. About to put it away in a robe pocket, curiosity tried to overpower her sense of honor. Lumos is such a little spell. Just one word and not all that bright; wouldn't disturb him a bit, I'll bet. What if I – no. No, we agreed not to go digging into who the other is. We've both got our secrets to hide, even if his do seem a bit worse than redecorating the great hall.
With her decision made and wand in her pocket, she rolled over to the sleeping mystery only to find him awake with wand in hand.
"Now what's all this?"
"Just a precaution, in case you couldn't resist temptation. I'm glad to see you're trustworthy."
"You'd really hurt me for a lumos spell?"
"I told you last night I can't allow you to know who I am…for your own safety and mine. Besides, obliviation doesn't hurt, it just makes you forget."
"Huh. I gotta tell you, I'm not happy with this whole situation."
"Neither am I. I think I could like you if things were different."
"Oh, what, you don't like me now," she teased, giving him a little shove.
"Not at all," he exclaimed returning the shove. "You're a loud, nosey tomboy and-"
"Call me nosey, will you! A loud tomboy! Well, let's see what you think of this!"
With a fake growl, she pounced on him and the battle was on. They tumbled, wrestled, and pinned each other to the floor. When one got the upper hand the other would twist just right and briefly be on top. This continued until they lay facing each other, panting and exhausted.
"And that was to prove what exactly? That I'm right," he asked with a laugh.
"No," she huffed. "That I'm better than you; duh! What else would a wrestling match be for?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never wrestled."
"Are you serious?"
"Please, don't act so surprised. I told you about my mother; she would have had kittens if I ever behaved in such an undignified manner."
"You're a pureblood, aren't you? That's why your mum's so starchy." He was silent for so long she thought she might have offended him. "I'm sorry, I know we're not supposed to guess things like that. I-"
"No, it's ok. There are lots of purebloods here; you knowing I am one doesn't give away who I am." She was thinking about what he'd just said when she felt as hand touch her cheek. "I think I do like you, Lemony Lass," he said before kissing her gently on the lips. She leaned into his kiss, deciding to have fun with the moment, until his words caught up with her.
"Lemony Lass," she exclaimed, jerking her mouth away from his.
"What? I need to call you something. You smell like vanilla and lemons. Vanilla Vixen, however, just doesn't seem to suit you." She crinkled her nose in agreement. Indeed, it did not!
"Fine, if we're naming each other after how we smell, you're…Mr. Christmas."
"Come again? I do not smell like Christmas!" His indignation was so cute she couldn't help but giggle.
"Would you prefer Fussy Britches? Either would work."
"Indeed I do not! The very idea is ridiculous, insulting, and I-"
"Good, it's settled then. I'm Lemony Lass and you're Fussy-"
"I am not! That's not even a smell; if I have to choose, I'd much rather be Mr. Christmas."
"Fine, Mr. Christmas it is then," she agreed with a smile.
"Why do you sound so smug?"
"No reason." As they lay there, she thought over everything that had happened while he mumbled about silly girls and even sillier names. "So, why did we name each other? It's not like we'll need them. This is it…isn't it?"
"Maybe. I don't know…do you want it to be?"
"I'm not-No, not really," she said, deciding not to play coy.
"Me, either," he sighed; she could hear the relief in his voice.
"Any ideas?"
"No, and I can assume you don't either. Why ask, otherwise."
"Yeah," she sighed in disappointment. "Well, I suppose this is it then. Probably wouldn't be a good idea anyways. We can do without the kind of trouble we'd get into, meeting up to snog regularly."
"I don't know what you're implying. My intentions are completely p-pure," he said, not even able to finish before laughing. It took him a few moments to calm down, but finally he continued. "But, yes, I can just imagine having to explain to our parents how there's going to be a baby, and us having no idea what the other looks like or even have names to tell them. My "starchy" mother would have more than kittens, I can assure you."
They giggled together some more before finally standing. Going on impulse, Ginny wrapped her arms around him, hugging until he grunted.
"Bye, Lassie," he whispered, hugging her back just as hard.
"Bye, Chris. Obscuro!" With that, Ginny blindfolded both of them. She opened the door and they walked to the end of the hall, finally turning to go in opposite directions, one hand on the wall to guide them. As agreed upon last night, neither removed the blindfold until the other's footsteps could no longer be heard.
2nd Authors Note: I promise this isn't it! There will be more, I just wanted to give you another chapter before I went on Christmas break. As usual, reviews would be appreciated.