He could still remember her smell.
The scent of vanilla and parchment and ink wafted off her when he hugged her, when they studied together, when she sat near him. When he closed his eyes, her smell would engulf him, and he could smell it on her clothes, in her hair, and everywhere she went.
But now, standing in the rain, he could smell only dirt, rain, and the bitter scent of death.
Here lies Hermione Granger, heroine and loved by all.
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oh, cedric
FanfictionA mischievous Hufflepuff clashes with a fiery but brainy Gryffindor. Need I say more? In a series of one-shots, we explore the tangled mess that is Hermione Granger and Cedric Diggory. But what if they aren't as different as they seem? *may feature...
