The Amortentia: A [DRAMIONE] Fanfic

1. The One Where They Both Took A Whiff

Chapter 1

It was six years after the defeat of the Dark Lord. Hermione held the potion in her hands and cursed quietly under her breath. She was sitting on a love chair at her own apartment breathing slowly as she shot daggers at the small bottle.

"You filthy little potion," she sneered.

She thought of what happened earlier that day at the Ministry of Magic and found herself having another headache.

Earlier that day at the Ministry of Magic..

Hermione looked up from the paperworks infront of her as she heard a knock on the door to her office. "Come in," she said loudly as she looked back at her work.

The door opened slowly as if the visitor was careful not to make too much noise.

"Hermione, you have a minute?"

She looked up again and put down her pen as she noticed the familiar voice.

"Harry! Yeah, sure. What is it?"

Harry smiled and went in her office with all his glory. He walked in proudly in his dark red head auror uniform and sat down at the chair infront of her desk. He cleared his throat, wanting nothing more but to get his request out and about. He scanned Hermione's nameplate at the table: Hermione Granger: Spells Research Head. He smiled to himself as he thought about how perfect she was for the position.

He looked at Hermione with humble eyes. Hermione took one look at him and scoffed lightly. "What do you want?" she asked.

Harry grinned cheekily. "Well, we kindof have an issue back at training for vacant intern positions in the Potions Department. Luna asked Professor Slughorn to substitute for her today to monitor the applicants because Neville and her went out to check out herbs in the Amazon, but the Professor called me earlier asking me to substitute for him. Turns out he forgot all about it and went to a trip to the Himalayas himself to get snowflake flowers."

Hermione raised her brows. "Well, what seems to be the problem?"

Harry cheekily smiled. "I can't substitute for him."

She scoffed. "And why?"

Harry laughed. "Besides the fact that I suck at potions without Professor Snape's book?"

Hermione raised her brows once more.

Harry scratched his neck lightly.

"Well, you know as head auror I almost never have free time. Me and Ginny that is. With Ginny working 24/7 at the Daily Prophet. This is the first time we'll both be free for a decent amount of time and uuuhmm.. we'd like to.. you know."

Hermione smiled at his friend but refrained from talking to encourage Harry to go on.

Harry sighed. He knew he was a terrible liar and lying would get him nowhere. "We'd been married almost a year and we haven't quite got a chance to work on the baby thing," he blurted out.

Hermione laughed at Harry's discomfort. "Oh Merlin, you are way too honest for your own good, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend and stood up from the chair as Hermione finally stopped laughing.

"Fine, you had your laugh. Can you do it?" Harry asked with pleading eyes.

"For you to get some?" Hermione teased.

"Hermione, c'mon," Harry asked again.

"Well, why me?" She argued.

"Do you really have to ask? Next to Malfoy you were the best at potions!" Harry exclaimed as he leaned in her table.