11. Her scent (vanilla with a pinch of peach, and parchment, and mint toothpaste)

"HARRY! Stop smelling my hair, I'm trying to concentrate… Stop smelling my neck, too… My shoulders, too… Yep, there, too…"

"But why?" Harry whined, pulling back from his girlfriend's back and leaning on his side of the couch, pouting.

"Why?" Hermione repeated, "Maybe because I'm trying to concentrate? Maybe because you're giving me shivers? Or maybe because it's not normal?!" Harry ignored her glaring and flashed her one of his lopsided boyish grins,

"Oh, I am giving you shivers, huh? I like that." Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to reading her book.

"You're breathing down my neck, of course, you're giving me shivers. It's creepy."

"What is wrong with loving the scent of my girlfriend?" When Hermione didn't bother to grant his question with an answer, Harry sighed and went back to reading his Quidditch magazine.

"Hey! Where did you go?" Again that lopsided grin, he went beside her in a flash.

"I thought you wanted to concentrate." Hermione smiled and leaned back on his chest.

"I can do that with you beside me. Just don't smell me, it's distracting."

"Okay, I'll try." Hermione went back to her book, all the while twirling a piece of hair at her finger. Harry stretched his arm behind her back and put it around her shoulders, stealthily pulling her closer. He took a piece of her hair in his hand and started playing with it, taking it closer to his nose with every passing second. Hermione, trying to hold back her smile, leaned away from him and pulled her hair up in a bun, fastening it with her wand.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Harry looked at his prime source of scent all tied up and pouted a little.

"It is just you, love." Understanding his double entendre, Hermione buried her head in her book to hide her smile. As much as she wanted to pay attention to him, she had to finish her research. It was important for… for something that she couldn't remember at the moment because her precious boyfriend was kissing -and smelling FOR GOD'S SAKE- her neck, again.

"Harry…"

"Hmm?"

"You're doing it, again."

"Uh-huh."

"Why?"

"Because you smell so good." Hermione smiled and closed her book. How could she read when she had this incredibly sexy man sitting beside her, burying his nose in her neck, saying all those wonderful things? She had her priorities, too.

"Oh, really. Like what?" She felt him smiling at her neck. He buried his nose in her neck and took a big whiff.

"Right here, it's vanilla with a pinch of peach and if I go here…" he slid a little up her neck, and breathed in the hollow just below her ear, "I can smell the peach a little stronger…" he kissed her lightly right there and felt Hermione close her eyes, shivering. "My favourite place." He, then, took her hands and held them up to his lips, kissing her palms, "Here, I can always smell the faint scent of parchment. I love that, too, because that way I can feel you right beside me at work, lost behind all that strategy and planning." Hermione opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend's beautiful emerald green eyes. She was biting her lower lip.

"Oh, Harry." Harry smiled and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Then, there is here…" He said, directing his stare at her mouth. "My favourite place." Hermione smiled.

"But you said-" He suddenly looked up at her eyes, staring deep inside her soul,

"You are my favourite place, Hermione. As a whole. Anyway what was I saying? Huh, then there is your mouth…" Again, gazing down at her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her lips slowly, "Mmm, mint toothpaste." Hermione laughed softly.

"That's flavour, not scent."

"No, that is scent. Flavour is this," Harry kissed her again, this time more deeply, caressing her tongue with his, muffling her moan with his mouth. "Mmm… Pumpkin pie, my favourite." Hermione leaned her forehead on his, her eyes glazed over with lust.

"So, I smell like vanilla, peach, parchment and mint toothpaste, you say." she said without breaking eye contact.

"No, I say, you smell like home." Hermione didn't even bother to hold back anymore, she just kissed him, muttering a little "Oh, Harry!" along the way.

A/N: Long live HMS Pumpkin Pie, a ship that never sinks! :D Thank you all for your support, every single word you wrote means a lot to me!