Having just watched HBP with my friend Lizzie, we both, upon watching the potions class scene, were talking about how annoyed we were with WB for adding the 'and spearmint toothpaste' line to Hermione's amortentia smells, when in fact it is Ron's hair she smells. Having a laugh, we talked about other things that could have been said, and thus I was inspired to write a little drabble because of it. Also, to up the Potter fan fiction numbers in a campaign to keep it top!

This is how it goes in the books: 'and it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and-'

But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence. (JK Rowling)

Hermione's Freudian Slip

Harry Potter wasn't really paying attention to what Hermione was saying about Amortentia, as he assumed she'd have to tell him later in the year for an essay.

Ron Weasley was staring at Hermione's hair. As she spoke, her head moved up and down, and her hair was catching in the thin strands of light which had broken into the room through the green windows, recently uncovered now Professor Slughorn had taken over.

'and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and ginger.'

Harry coughed violently. Hermione said what?

Looking up, Harry saw the rest of the class had jolted at what Hermione had said. Heads had turned towards Ron and Hermione respectively, and Draco Malfoy had his mouth agape like a fish.

Hermione's mouth opened as if to defend herself, and deny what she had said, but she looked as if she had been confounded, and couldn't speak. Her mouth kept opening and closing but no words or sounds escaped.

Shockingly, it was Ron who broke the silence.

'Ginger what, Hermione? Ginger Beer? Ginger Biscuits, Gingerbread? Ginger snaps? Ginger Wine? Ginger the vegetable?'

Harry stared incomprehensively at his two best friends. Hermione stood helpless as Ron kept listing everything apart from the obvious.

'No, Ron,' Hermione pleaded.

'Well then what Hermione?' he demanded. You can't list what attracts you and then not know what it is!'

'I know exactly what I meant Ron, it just came out wrong,' Hermione explained.

It appeared the class been following the conversation between the oblivious red-head and the girl who liked him. As they both froze, Draco Malfoy burst forward and snapped, 'she likes you, ginger!' Then, realising that he may have just helped two of the people he hated most, he covered both his hands over his mouth as if to keep himself from vomiting.

Harry watched with amusement as Ron fainted to the floor, leaving Hermione stood overhead, looking as if she wanted to both punch and hug Draco Malfoy at the same time.