It was just a dare. One stupid little dare, and now I was stuck with this pining feeling in my stomach, for him. I laughed bitterly to myself as I wondered if I could possibly have the same affect on him. It was stupid of me. Little did I know...I did.

"He could smell it, Harry. My perfume." Harry stared at her for a moment, bewildered. He'd thought it had been so much worse. And who was she talking about? He wondered."Who,Hermione? Who is 'he? "Scabior."Hermione murmured,and as she did,she trembled.

Hermione had never loved any scent more than the smell of smoke, musk, and evergreen. She wished she had stuck to the rules: no questions asked, no strings attatched. Maybe if she had, she would have never remembered her silky pink scarf and his scent.

Draco and Hermione are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, and are Head Boy and Girl. Draco wants one thing from Hermione, who refuses to give it to him. Just one thing. And its not what you think either. Can he win Hermione over and convince her? Oneshot.