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Harry/Hermione
The Nose Knows
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He was quick, he could do what he needed to do quickly. He was more than a little hotheaded at times, but no one complained about that anymore, seems defeating Voldemort had given him some room to be moody. And he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he wasn't no slouch in the academic arena like some.
One thing he never realised he didn't have was a keen sense of smell, he could smell things. But it seemed he missed something along the way. He could smell Ron a mile off, and he could tell when Seamus had tried to brew another potion. The singed hair smell was a dead giveaway. But somehow he missed this.
To be fair he didn't go around smelling his best female friend. It wasn't like he followed her around like a bloodhound or something, tracking her scent. He had just never stopped and taken the time to catalogue her unique scent away in his memory. She was just Hermione, till now.
It was that long ago that he had forgotten all about it, but that day in Slughorn's classroom, when they smelled the love potion, for the many confusing months following that day he had thought that it was someone else's scent that he had smelt, that she was the one that he was meant to be with. Time had proven that wrong of course. But that smell, that one he had always assumed was Ginny. Had he really been that blind all this time.
That smell, it was Hermione. She told him it wasn't perfume, she didn't wear any. It was just Hermione. Could it be?
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