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Dramionísiticos!

Here we go!

01. touch	02.Vista	03. heard	04. Gusto	05. Smell
06. Sixth Sense	07. Sense of humor	08. Sense of direction	09. fashion sense	10. Common Sense

With retos_a_lacarta I bring this

~ Table: of the Senses.
Fandom: Harry Potter .
Claim: Draco / Hermione ~!
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begins

Smell
When your nose tells you things that the rest of the body.

Hermione tilted her head. I thought of how to write what was digesting. Stroking his face with his pen, his brow slightly furrowed and the brain got to the bottom in reading a dusty book which barely understood title. "Misuse of magic and perpetrantes." He had been more than a meter of parchment sentences describing three magicians. In fact, when I first had the second, Harry and Ron decided to leave because they could not bear to within the library. "Foul smell to books, "Ron had said, and had perforated brown eyes. She was fascinated by the scent, a unique taste that memorizing and remembering every second of the day. I could almost list them. Children, old, wood, dust and cinnamon. "Cinnamon? Sometimes, a slight touch of mint ." cool books?.

no longer shake the pen with eagerness that had started. toyed with her fingers. The scent of mint was something abnormal abnormally peculiar to their continuous stay for hours in the temple of knowledge . That day was no exception. But so far there had wondered what had mint in the books, not even on paper was felt that essence.

The Witch of Endor him out of his chair. Absorbed in his analysis aromatic walked a couple of shelves looking for a book of necromancy. He did not like to mention a character and leave it in the air like a fly either.

A bright light, blinding blowing through the windows. You could watch the dust particles floating in the air if you focused on some point lost sight. He stopped by the shelf number 5. Odd number. And the number of mint. He closed his eyes and smiled. There it was again the aroma that haunted his nostrils making him feel calm and fresh. This time was more intense, more direct, the point of being disturbing. He breathed deeply to capture such a fascinating mix of sensations. His shoulders are bent slightly, as his chest and chin, guided by an incomprehensible ecstasy. He turned on his heels to the right with the light dazzling his eyes completely.

A slender figure and carefree, supported by the back and holding a book of insignificant size in relation to which she would carry. A platinum blonde hair, dazzling and commanding, a pair of tufts rebels and a pug nose is blurred backlit.

He was the mint. The world was collapsed.

The nervousness tingling playing with your emotions and for reasons that neither she explained, could not speak, which the observers worry anticipate.

- How are you, Granger? ... Looking for the "special reading dirty blood?

The ojigris changed the position, closing the book, leaning a shoulder on the shelf and folding his arms.

She wanted to scream, pulling hair, run.

- Because ... You know? I could write a few things about it ... I felt the words

palate with sarcasm, with the mockery that he hates, a detail that attacks the so exquisite sensations that only seconds ago he had drunk, to which he had sentido más parte de la biblioteca, menos de ella misma.

- Hay mucho por decir, sobretodo de tí.

La castaña recobró el aplomo con una leve inclinación de cabeza, su rostro altivo con los ojos destellando odio como el que sólo Hermione Granger sabe dirigir a Draco Malfoy.

- ¿De veras? Pues creo que nada más interesante de lo que podría escribir yo sobre cómo un sangre limpia puede llegar a convertirse en un fantástico hurón botador.

A Malfoy se le desvanecieron la sorna y la sonrisa de medio lado. Avanzó un par de pasos hacia ella. Era más alto e imponente, pero a Hermione no le gustaba perder y menos contra el patán de Malfoy, el hijito Mom, the Prince of Slytherin. It was she who smiled now, without changing the strength of women and threatening the "do not you dare to insult" that had always been so characteristic, almost since he entered Hogwarts. In fact, except for Malfoy nobody dared to swim against the current neat and calculator.

The platinum fell on her face to be flush with the pair of bright brown eyes that measured for each act. He could feel a sweet aroma and subtle, something that had never before come to analyze, because they were Draco Malfoy, the largest pure-blood icon of Slytherin, and Hermione Granger, the best student, the most studied and recognized Gryffindor, the house hated both equally contrary.

narrowed his eyes without thinking about nothing in particular, just enjoying the flavor that I remembered now, as it flowed only when he turned his head shouting an insult lightly and messy hair or waving their movements passed him almost pushing with the shoulder.

Then both were silent, looking but not seen, only recording the essence of the other, for that indescribable feeling, almost new, which erased the hate thread just a tiny framed by the distinction blood, robbed of words. Until your book fell from his hands and broke the silence. Both Diron a slight jump.

- Huron stupid ...- tells turning, walking as fast as possible to your table.

- Blood dirty Smarty ... "She says, picking up the book and reading again.

is the first time they really be found .

They just started their stage of recognition. Who does not say that a nose can do more than a thought? I hope you liked it: D It would not hurt a comment, eh? ~ If you went through here, at least leave me your huellita.