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Hermione sat up against the pillows, still blindfolded. "Malfoy it's been half an hour!" She slumped back and groaned. "Hurry up you bloody twat!"
"You look incredibly sexy sitting there in your underwear, extremely pissed off."
"You've already said that. I have to say, you seem to be running out if pick up lines." Suddenly, his lips were pressed to hers and she jumped and made a noise of surprise. She leant into the kiss and ached to put her hands around him and close to the space between them. But Malfoy broke away. "Judging by your response, I don't need pick up lines." Hermione huffed.
"Just get on with it Malfoy." She felt him lean back and she heard something clinking. "What are you doing?" she asked, not being able to place the sound. Malfoy didn't reply. Suddenly, her senses were filled with the strong scent of woodsmoke and amber. Hermione breathed in the scent deeply. "What is this?"
"Winter Woods," she replied automatically. She knew the scent well, it was Draco's favourite and he wore it the most. It was a sultry mix of cedarwood, amber, woodsmoke, birch tar and musk.
"Well done," he said softly, taking the bottle away from her nose. Draco leant in and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue into her hot mouth. The scent still lingered in the air between them and the sensation of the Colonge on her lips sent her crazy. Hermione ached to wrap her arms around him and pull him closer but her bindings remained strong. Draco pulled away and she heard his heavy breathing.
"What's this?" he said, another scent ensnaring her senses. Hermione smelt pepper, tobacco, pipe smoke and the tang of leather. As she smelt again, she recognised saffron and cherries, the sweetness hardly dulling the overwhelming masculine notes. Draco wore it often, normally on a Thursday or Friday. She smelt again and the name came to mind.
"Spicebomb," she breathed. Malfoy kissed her again, gripping her waist and running one hand up her leg. Hermione's breathing became rapid as Draco kissed her harder and harder, the cherry and smoke smell making her feel slightly dizzy.
"Victor & Rolf," she gasped as he broke away. Hermione felt Draco move back again and she heard the clinking of the glass bottles again. "I like this game," she said softly, knowing Draco would hear her.
"I thought you would," he replied. The bed springs creaked again as be positioned himself on the bed. Hermione's noise was overpowered by the smell of cloves, red wine, moss, rain and dark tea. It was like walking in the woods after it had rained in late autumn. She could almost hear the soft pattering of the rain on the leaves. Malfoy only really wore this one in the autumn and it was a while ago so the memory of the name was back in her mind. She inhaled the scent again, the sharp scent of the cloves cutting through the other scents.
"Christopher Street," Hermione murmured, leaning forwards to where she hoped Draco's mouth was and was not disappointed when his mouth met hers. She took control of the kiss this time, nipping his bottom lip gently. She heard him groan and he leaned into her embrace, arms wrapping round her waist and neck, his hands tangling in her hair. "Stop," he groaned, dragging his lips away from hers. "That's cheating," he said. Hermione leant back, breathing heavily.
"I give up," she panted, "I just want you."
"Fuck Granger, what took you so long?" Draco growled. He quickly undid her blindfolded and wrist ties and Hermione almost threw herself onto him, sitting in his lap as she kissed him.
"Just fuck me please," Hermione gasped as she broke away for a second. Draco smirked.
"With pleasure," he replied. The scent of the three perfumes lingered in the room and Hermione's underwear lay strewn on the bed, a poignant reminder of how they got there.
Argh, I love it so much! I think this is my favourite chapter, I love all the scents and the idea if Hermione being blindfolded... Thank you for loving this story so much, I love you all too! Don't stop favouriting/following/reviewing. XOXO