Hermione gave him one last squeeze, her face was leaning forward and her cheek was resting on his shoulder. She could smell his skin from there, she breathed in ever so slightly trying to break down his scent. He smelled of parchment, mint and freshly heated wax. She had a flashback to Slughorn’s class and the Amortentia potion they had to make. She blushed when she connected the two things together, he smelt celestial. She smiled softly and then realised this shouldn’t be a moment she could allow herself to get caught up in. He needed a friend and she was willing to try.