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Lemon--

After Voldemort's death from an improperly refrigerated chicken salad sandwich eaten the summer after he rose, Harry's life had gone back to normal.

Or as normal as could be expected for someone who had killed the greatest evil of recent times with their family's slovenly eating habits. (Voldemort had been very smug when he snatched the food from Harry's hands just outside his home in Little Whinging. He didn't realize that Harry had only managed to salvage the sandwich because it was so off even Dudley refused to eat it, which was really saying something.)

Apparently the 'Power the Dark Lord knew not,' was how much Harry's relatives disliked him, or botulism.

When he returned to Hogwarts, Harry got to experience life without the threat of imminent death hanging over his head for the first time in years (including his time in Primary school, when Dudley made it his business to hold imminent death over Harry's head on a regular basis.)

He loved it. With more time to think he was able to focus on his class work and he found his grades steadily rising. Even in Potions, to Snape's obvious dismay. Every few days the Potions Master tried to find a reason to give him detention, but he was able to follow the intricate directions more carefully and even if his potions weren't as perfect as Hermione's or Malfoy's, they were still pretty good, and never exploded unless that was the intention.

He changed from Seeker to Beater on the Quidditch team because, even though he was enjoying a peaceful life he missed some of the danger he used to experience, and the position gave him all of the violence he desired with very little chance of a horrible, terrifying, torturous death.

All in all, his life was finally on track, and he couldn't be happier.

Well, maybe he could be a bit happier.

Most of his fame for being the Boy-Who-Lived had faded once the Wizarding World found out exactly how Voldemort died, and Harry made sure they would find out by trying to keep it a secret. Naturally, that tempted people to learn the truth on their own, and once they did, they left him alone. There was very little glamour in death by food poisoning after all.

While Harry relished the freedom he had now, there was one thing he missed.

The chicks.

Not that there had been many of them over the few years he had been old enough to appreciate that sort of thing, but girls tended to smile a bit more often at their dashing hero than they did at a skinny, speccy boy who had questionable taste in luncheon foods.

So now it was a Monday morning, he was horny and frustrated, and he was a bit convinced he was losing his mind.

"Seriously, Hermione, you don't smell that?"

Out of the side of her mouth, never taking her eyes off of the potions professor swooping around the chalkboard like a crow, the bushy haired girl said, "No I don't. Now shut up. I'm trying to listen."

Harry took a deep breath. Somewhere under the acrid chemical scent of the potions classroom was a lighter aroma that reminded him of summer. He closed his eyes and sniffed again, trying to find where the smell came from.

Turning, he tracked it, sweet and sharp, and when he opened his eyes he saw—

Draco Malfoy.

Staring at him.

Harry felt a hot rush over his face and tore his eyes away from the Slytherin.

The first day of classes after the summer Voldemort died Harry had been surrounded by professors and his fellow students, demanding to know exactly what happened. Draco Malfoy, the crowd parting before him, walked up to Harry giving him a twisted smile, and punched him lightly and almost affectionately, on the bicep. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Harry and his friends silent and gape-mouthed, staring after him.

Since then Draco hadn't gotten any friendlier, but there hadn't been any direct attacks or blatant insults, so Harry figured they were at peace.

Still, it seemed as though the scent was coming from Draco's direction. And if Harry thought about it, it made sense. The aroma seemed sharp, sour, but there was a sense of potential sweetness in it.

As the class came to close, Draco gathered his things together and left the room ahead of Harry, leaving behind him a faint smell of… lemons.

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