Peach.
That was the scent of the body wash she always used after seeing him. She would rush home, paranoid, glancing over her shoulder, with the taste of him in her mouth and the prickling of her skin where his hands had been, and she would jump in the shower right away, trying to wash away every remembrance of him so she could continue on with her life normally.
That was the scent of the body wash she always used after seeing him. She would rub it all over her body, all over the places he had touched, all the places he had burned with his touch, washing away the scent of him and replacing it with the smell of peaches.
That was the scent of the body wash she always used after seeing him. She would use it to remind herself of how terrible she was, so that, when Harry leaned into her and told her how amazing she smelled (peach was his favourite) the guilt would eat away at her until she felt she would explode.
She told herself that she would stop meeting up with him once all her peach body wash was gone. She couldn't stop herself from buying more.
Peach was always her favourite.
Can you even buy peach body wash? Well, whatever. Now you can.