Unmistakable

There was a scent, clinging to the air in certain parts of the castle that made Hermione tremble. On each inhale, it seeped into her skin and coated her in a blanket of warmth and on every exhale, it left her breathless with want. She knew exactly to whom the scent belonged and yet, she didn't. He was hers and she was his; that was the way of things. (ABO; Updates Weekly)