George knew that he had a hard time placing the smell of mint from the love potion... it was a strange and strong smelling mint that he couldn't place until the curly-haired Gryffindor laughed when he was leaning in close to his face. The smell of spearmint but not the natural kind. The kind that came out of that muggle tube that Hermione always rubbed on her teeth. it came washing over him and made him lost in thought. He looked at Fred and whispered, "Mint, Freddie. It's mint." This is my mainly George and Hermione fan fiction that begins with Order of the Phoenix timeline and I'm not sure when it'll end. I hope you enjoy! I've also posted this on FanFiction.net and Archive of Our Own so if you've read it there it's me just on another sight.
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