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Smell
Ron watched as Hermione stood from her seat, heading towards the front of the class. She had been the first to raise her hand, as per usual. Professor Slughorn had called upon her, and she happily moved forward, ready to name the numerous potions, no doubt flawlessly. He followed her the line of her eyes as she reached the final potion. She tensed slightly, taking in the scent.
"Amortentia," she muttered under her breath, gasping slightly. "Freshly mowed grass, new parchment and –" Hermione cut off suddenly, blushing slightly.
Ron bit his lip, trying to edge her on. Why was listing these things? What was the potion? He almost fainted as she uttered that it was a love potion, quietly under her breath. He quickly stored that away for future use, just in case. Grass and parchment. Parchment. What does parchment smell like? Ron wondered to himself.
He looked up, noticing Hermione still staring at the potion. Within moments, the potion had swept over the classroom, making everyone look slightly ditzy. Hermione. Her hair. Why did he smell Hermione? A look of recognition crossed his face, before he slapped his hand over his nose, pinching down hard. Harry caught his eye, giving him a strange look. Ron shrugged in reply, only lifting his fingers as Professor Slughorn twisted the cork back onto the small vial.
Ron sighed outwardly, relieved as Hermione sat back down in her seat. The lesson continued with nothing exciting happening. Why had he smelt Hermione? She was his best friend. Sure, he liked her, but only as a sister, right? He battled with his mind, trying to convince himself that his feelings remained as always.
"You okay, mate?" Harry hissed. Ron looked up, startled. He then hastily nodded, gathering his books in his arms. Harry pursed his lips, but kept quiet, and followed him out of the room. The two waited impatiently by the door, waiting for Hermione to emerge. Harry greeted her happily, and the three entered the Gryffindor common room together.
"What did you two smell?" Hermione asked suddenly, sitting down on the Gryffindor couch.
"Why do you want to know?" Ron retorted. He couldn't tell her that! It would ruin everything.
"Because you both know what I smelt," she replied defensively. "It was just a question," she added in a whisper.
Harry rolled his eyes, before plopping down beside Hermione. An argument was sure to break out now. He wished that Ron would just get a clue sometimes. He really did push her buttons, it was almost as if though he wanted to get her mad. Harry sighed, only half listening as the two argued loudly.
"Treacle tart and my broomstick handle," he interjected, hoping that the two would be quiet. "And something flowery. I think I smelt it at the Burrow one time."
Hermione flashed Harry a gleeful smile, before glaring at Ron.
"What was your third one then?" Ron asked, not wanting to be caught out. "You only mentioned two in class."
"Secret," Hermione mutter under her breath. "Well, since you aren't going to tell me, I'll be off," she finished huffily, stalking up the stairs that lead to her dormitory.
Harry smirked to himself, whilst Ron groaned, before sitting down. Thank Merlin she didn't continue, he thought to himself. Would have been a disaster.