Vanilla
"Why don't you smell like vanilla?" Harry asked, lying casually on Hermione's bed as she dried her hair.
"Excuse me?" Hermione turned around, half of her hair a frizzy mess and the other half sleek ringlets.
"Well, you smell like lemons-"
"You've been sniffing me, have you?" Hermione laughed.
"But your shampoo; it's vanilla scented."
Hermione abandoned her hair and smoothly crawled over the mattress towards Harry.
"Maybe it's just my… natural aroma, and nothing can overpower that" she murmured, her warm breath on his neck. Harry shook his head, "No, because remember that time when Ron cast the switching spell wrong and you smelt like manure for a month."
Hermione shoved his shoulder. "Shut up!"