Vanilla Perfume
Staring into the mirror. She doesn't see her reflection, but his. His face was staring back at her, smiling. She loved that face. She thought about it, dreamed about it, wrote poems about it. She loved his voice, the deep, serious one, the bright, happy one. All of them. They all haunted her dreams. He drifted across her brain during class. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He lived within her; he existed in her heart, her memories, and her soul.
She picked up the perfume and lightly sprayed her neck. "Hmmm.....vanilla." She thought to her self. She put her grandmother's pin on her pink sweater, and then slipped on her pink ballerina flats. She studied herself in the mirror. The pink shoes and sweater looked nice with her white flares.
Then she realized she looked just like the rest of them. She was dressing just like Lavender and all her friends. She slipped off the white flares and the pink sweater, but kept the flats and the pin.
She picked out an aqua colored off the shoulder shirt and some blue jeans. She said a quick little spell to turn her flats aqua with pink polka dots. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It looked better than the sweet little sweater set. That wasn't her at all. She grabbed her hot pink bag and walked out the door of the dorm.
Ron and Harry were waiting for her in the common room.
"Hey Hermione, ready to go down to breakfast?" said Harry.
"Sure, let's go. I've really been craving some jammy dodgers and soldiers. Not to mention some OJ........." she giggled at her own joke, and he laughed too.
"Hermione, I've just noticed your shirt. It looks nice on you."
Hermione swelled. He noticed. They crawled out of the portrait hole and headed down to breakfast. Maybe she should tell him, what she felt in her heart. He was talking to Ron about Quidditch, discussing strategies for the next game most likely.
She only had only had one class with Harry. She had to tell him then. That was the only time. She made up her mind then and there. She was going to tell him. As they sat down at the table, she thought about what she was going to say.
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During their NEWT potions class, they were working on the drought of tranquility. All of a sudden, Harry turned to her, looked her straight in the eyes and said,
"Hermione, could you pass me the bicorn horn?"
Hermione passed him the potion ingredient.
"And another thing," said Harry, "I really like someone, and I'm not sure if they like me. They're really smart, and pretty, and like the colors pink and aqua." Then he looked her in the eyes. She leaned into him, he pressed his lips against hers. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. As their lips parted, Harry said,
"Something smells wonderful......like......vanilla"
Staring into the mirror. She doesn't see her reflection, but his. His face was staring back at her, smiling. She loved that face. She thought about it, dreamed about it, wrote poems about it. She loved his voice, the deep, serious one, the bright, happy one. All of them. They all haunted her dreams. He drifted across her brain during class. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He lived within her; he existed in her heart, her memories, and her soul.
She picked up the perfume and lightly sprayed her neck. "Hmmm.....vanilla." She thought to her self. She put her grandmother's pin on her pink sweater, and then slipped on her pink ballerina flats. She studied herself in the mirror. The pink shoes and sweater looked nice with her white flares.
Then she realized she looked just like the rest of them. She was dressing just like Lavender and all her friends. She slipped off the white flares and the pink sweater, but kept the flats and the pin.
She picked out an aqua colored off the shoulder shirt and some blue jeans. She said a quick little spell to turn her flats aqua with pink polka dots. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It looked better than the sweet little sweater set. That wasn't her at all. She grabbed her hot pink bag and walked out the door of the dorm.
Ron and Harry were waiting for her in the common room.
"Hey Hermione, ready to go down to breakfast?" said Harry.
"Sure, let's go. I've really been craving some jammy dodgers and soldiers. Not to mention some OJ........." she giggled at her own joke, and he laughed too.
"Hermione, I've just noticed your shirt. It looks nice on you."
Hermione swelled. He noticed. They crawled out of the portrait hole and headed down to breakfast. Maybe she should tell him, what she felt in her heart. He was talking to Ron about Quidditch, discussing strategies for the next game most likely.
She only had only had one class with Harry. She had to tell him then. That was the only time. She made up her mind then and there. She was going to tell him. As they sat down at the table, she thought about what she was going to say.
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During their NEWT potions class, they were working on the drought of tranquility. All of a sudden, Harry turned to her, looked her straight in the eyes and said,
"Hermione, could you pass me the bicorn horn?"
Hermione passed him the potion ingredient.
"And another thing," said Harry, "I really like someone, and I'm not sure if they like me. They're really smart, and pretty, and like the colors pink and aqua." Then he looked her in the eyes. She leaned into him, he pressed his lips against hers. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. As their lips parted, Harry said,
"Something smells wonderful......like......vanilla"