Chapter 1
I Love the Rain
Summary:She always loved the rain. Loved to feel the soft splash of raindrops on her skin when she walked through it. He always loved her. Loved to watch her. He knew she loved the rain. She knew he loved her.
Supposed worst enemies fighting for love in the world. Will they conquer?
Hermione's P.O.V.
I love the rain. I love the sound of the soft water drops hitting any surface they can find. I love the way it feels on my face, the way it feels when it runs through my hair. I love to walk through the rain. I especially love to walk through the Forbidden Forest when it's raining. All the dark creatures duck for cover, and the pleasant ones come out to dance. I guess Draco would count me as one of those pleasant, dancing creatures. To him, I am everything.
All those insults, the outbreaks in the corridors, it was all an act. He kept his secret well. And when I found out, I knew exactly why the kept it. For one, what would his father say, or more importantly do, to him? Everyone single one of his 'friends' would mock him.
I didn't learn about his secret until the beginning of our sixth year.
Flashback
It was raining hard but not yet a storm. I was walking along the castle walls. I tilted my head upwards to let the rain fall directly onto my face and stretched my arms out to the sides. I caught sight of a face in a window. The blond hair gave it away. It was Malfoy. And he was looking right at me.
I studied his face. His usual smirk was replaced with a sad smile. There were tear trails on his cheeks, while still others rolled down the side of his face. Yet there was still something behind the tears. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
After a short while, I finally realized the hidden emotion. Love. Genuine love. I doubted many people had seen that on his face.
Once he realized I had seen him, he blushed and ducked to the side of the window, dodging my gaze.
End of Flashback
Right then, I learned something. Malfoy had emotions. He could feel. Not only had he shown love, but sadness and embarrassment too. I learned that he was a real person. That's when I started falling for Draco Malfoy, King of Slytherin. Me. A Gryffindor muggle-born. Ha! My friends would never believe this. . . .