Ok, this is just going to be a one shot (I think…) Hope it's ok, I have tried to portray the characters as best I can, though Malfoy is different…

Ok, Malfoy is very VERY OOC but in my mind, he'll always be this way!!

So, this story is a HG/DM love story. Please read, review and by all means criticise!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only this particular storyline is mine. Everything else belongs to J.K.Rowling.

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The halls were quiet. A spectacular storm was taking place, one of great glory and vigour, and every student you could think of was in one of the high towers, trying to catch a glimpse of sheer white power.

Almost every student…

Hermione Granger had seen a storm like this before. She had studied them last year in the common room and had predicted when the next one would occur…with great accuracy! Today, she was in the library, as usual.

Unlike so many other students she decided to start her Potions assignment early to get a head start on her homework. As she was researching Knowledge and Intuition Potions, she contemplated what her mind would be like if she were to brew one herself.

"No…I couldn't do that surely…could I??" she thought to herself.

Then, with a sudden wave of inspiration, she began copying down the ingredients list in her journal. Just as she finished, Professor McGonagall entered.

"My dear girl, what are you looking up those for? Heaven knows you don't need it!" she said upon noticing the open Potions Encyclopaedia.

"Oh no Professor, it's for my Potions assignment!"

"Oh yes…of course it is!" she said with a little too much sarcasm for Hermione's liking.

"Well in any case, why aren't you upstairs with the rest of your friends? The storm is tremendous you know, it would be a shame to miss it. It's a special type of storm you see, most people only get one chance in a lifetime to see it. They all look the same of course. You know sometimes I swear it's like the same storm being repeated over and over again! Though of course --"

Hermione interrupted her before she went on a ramble.

"I've seen the storm before Professor."

"Oh yes, of course, there was that storm last year. That was rather out of place in my opinion, shouldn't really have happened then. How did you predict it then?"

"Well I um…I can't really remember Professor, I'm sorry."

"Well that's OK, let me know if you do remember. I'll leave you to it."

"Goodnight Professor."

"Goodnight Miss Granger."

As before, Hermione continued with her assignment, unmoved by Professor McGonagall's words. She sat alone for quite some time, writing her essay and listening to the roar of the thunder and yells of awe by her fellow students somewhere above her.

Even though she had seen the storm before, she longed to join her friends.

"It may look the same," she thought, "but last time I was on my own. It'd be more enjoyable with Harry and Ron."

At this thought, and the thought that her essay wasn't in for another week or so, she packed up her books and journal and started the long trek back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

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This is only a short chapter, mainly because I know I hate it when chapters are really really REALLY long…

So let me know what you think and whether I should continue or not.