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Raindrops


Hermione Granger sits on the steps leading to her roof, her hands around her knees. She stares at the grey floor of her roof, finding it strangely soothing. With a start, she realizes why.

His eyes are nearly the same color, only his are a shade darker, she thinks.

Still, she finds it hard to look away. Suddenly, the grey sky(Great, another thing to remind me of him, she thinks) rumbles and it starts drizzling.

She looks at the floor and finds dots of darker grey on a background of light grey where the rain had not yet fallen. She thinks how the entire roof is a metaphor for her situation. All the reasons why they wouldn't work represented by the dry bits of roof.

He bullied you.

Your friends do not get along very well with him.

His parents hate you.

And so on. She sighs.

The intensity of the rain suddenly increases and as she sees the dry grey parts disappear, a smile spreads slowly on her face. She feels euphoric as she thinks of the flimsy excuses (they were really very flimsy, as she thinks now) and how they ceased to be valid like the light grey parts of roof ceased to exist, wiped out by the relenting rain.

He apologized.

They get on well enough.

You don't give a fuck.

She feels a bit shocked at her swearing, even though she did in her head, but the feeling soon passes.

Yes.

'YES!' She yells and as if replying to her, the sky booms. She blushes, suddenly aware that she should be saying this to another person.

As she stands, the rain still hammers down and she sees her roof become completely dark grey, with the light grey parts almost non-existent. Her smile, stretched to its absolute limit, stays on her face almost in defiance to the atmosphere which is gloomy, dark and damp.

Now, she feels like he is staring at her, for her roof is now the exact color of his eyes, urging her to call him.

And she does.

And as he picks up on the first ring, she says,"Yes, Draco. Yes, I will marry you."


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