When it Rains it Pours

Chapter One.

Hermione stands looking out the common room window. She is in her 6th year. It is just January. The Dark Lord is gone. She and Ron are supposedly a happy couple. have been all year. She should be happy shouldn't she? She should be, but she felt like something is missing. The fire she had once felt for Ron is gone. He told her he loved her and she hadn't answered. He said he understood, he doesn't. She doesn't love him, can't. She loves someone else, she has loved him for along time. She hasn't told him, she hasn't told anyone. Lightning flickers in the distance, a storm is coming. She sighs and looks at her clock. 8:13 it reads. She again looks out the window, she hears people coming up he stairs. More than likely they will have questions. Questions she can't answer. She turns and takes a different way and hurries through the castle into the night.

She walks towards the lake, to her special spot. The spot only she knows of. She sits on a nearby rock feeling secure in knowing she is shielded from the world by the crystal trees. She looks over the frozen lake. Lightning again flickers, closer now the storm will be here any minute. She knows she shouldn't have come out here, but she makes no move to leave. She draws her knees to her chest and hugs them. She rests her head on her knees and thinks. She wants to leave Ron, but there is no way to do it without having to give an explanation. For now she must wait until the opportune moment. She lifts her head. The clouds part for a moment to reveal a full moon glimmering like a precious stone in the blackened sky. another second and it is gone. Thunder sounds, still she doesn't move from her rock. For now it is her foundation her security. She stares across the frozen lake. She barely notices the freezing rain as it hits her cheeks turning them crimson. She is soaked to the bone before she stands and looks to leave.

She starts to walk and them realizes she is blinded by the freezing rain turning to snow. She stumbles blindly around before colliding with something solid. She feels around finding an opening. Locker rooms, whose they are she doesn't know. She steps inside soaked and shivering. Water is going somewhere. Wearily she sits on a nearby bench. She pulls her soaked cloak from her shivering form. She searches for her wand, before realizing she has left it in the common room. Footsteps approach, she is slipping from reality. Arms around her, taking her wet clothes from her. Something warm running over her, water registers. She is gone from consciousness. She awakes, aware of someone next to her. She is in her clothes now dry, but she can't recall how they got dry. A hand on her cheek startles her out of her thoughts. It's him, her heart flutters.

He says her name. He takes her ice-cold hand and rubs it, trying to get circulation back into it. He wonders why she was out in the storm in the first place. He says her name again, even more worried when she doesn't respond. She opens her eyes and looks at him. He pulls her to him trying to warm her up. He rocks her slightly not wanting her to leave him, not wanting to be alone. He is always alone anymore. He hates it, he says her name she speaks.

"Draco"