The Sly and the Smart (A dramione fanfic)
"What? Oh, um..." I took in a whiff, "lavender," her hair "peppermint," her breath, "and fresh paint." The paint that had been on the canvas I gave her.
This word, this one, little word was all I could think of. I turned to look at her. She was smelling her hair and breath then looked at me, blushing profusely. I smirked. She loves it when I smirk.
*****BELOW IS A DIFFERENT TIME*****
That hurt. More than anything. Being without her is like infinite boredom, being rejected by her after I realized how much I love her is worse then Avada Cadavera. It didn't matter too much--I will fight for her love until I die. I will fight for anything 'Hermione-related' until I die.
I love her.