He hated storms, mainly because he couldn't control himself well at those times, especially when he knew a pretty girl with kissable lips and long eyelashes was near him. Oh, how he wanted to run his hands over her curves and bite her until she moaned... 

It seemed it be like ages until they broke apart. Hermione squeezed Draco's hands. 'I know how it feels not to have parents,' she whispered, 'During the war, I have to Obliviate my parents. It was painful seeing my parents forget about me, but I did it to save them...' Her voice trailed away and tears began sliding down her cheeks. Draco brushed them away using her thumbs and cupped her cheek. Hermione wiped her face, sniffed and stood up, 'Anyways, we have to find you a suit to wear. I have to go out again.' She turned and left the room.