This drabble was written for Smile's Kissing in the rain challenge. My pairing was Tom/Myrtle.
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If the month of October had been rainy, November was worse. Still the teachers kept giving classes outside, though. On this Monday, it was First Year Ravenclaws and Sixth Year Slytherins who were the unlucky ones: The younger ones had flight classes; the older ones had Herbology by the lake, apparently studying that kind of plant could only by found on a rainy day.
The Quidditch pitch was a really busy place, and the students were all soaked to their bones. Some were on the land waiting for the end of the lesson; others were in the air doing more or less well with their broomstick. The young Myrtle was, herself, doing very poorly. The engine seemed to have control over her, not the contrary. When most of the students could fly fairly by now, she was the only one who hadn't floated at more than two inches from the ground.
Her teacher thought it was a hopeless case and didn't even attend to her during the lessons. But she was there, determined to fly. And she managed partially after several attempts.
She was now in the air, holding the broomstick from below with one hand, yelling. Her wet hair was all over her face, and the poor girl couldn't see anything. She couldn't control the broom and by the time the teacher was alerted, she was flying really fast toward the lake and the castle. The teacher took her own broomstick and followed her, but her course was erratic, and soon she fell in the lake.
The water was iced, and she soon found herself unconscious.
The students who witnessed the scene were or laughing or panicking, but all were watching and none acting. Only one had the common sense to go and rescue her: Tom Riddle, also known as the best Hogwarts student, all years combined.
When he took her off the water, she wasn't breathing anymore. People were watching the scene, anxious. He tried spells but they hadn't worked, and Tom had never failed in his life. He had to save her, there were witnesses, and he would be praised. He couldn't risk letting her die when so many people were watching. Even the two professors seemed to rely on him, after they had sent a student to go search for the nurse.
So, he decided to go the "Muggle" way. He hated it, but there was no other choice. He did, to the livid First Year, a mouth-to-mouth, and rescued her.
Myrtle opened her eyes to see Tom's face only an inch apart from her own. Behind him, the sun was rising but the rain was still falling. She found the image beautiful. He helped her sat and she smiled, people started applauding Tom.
From this instant, she had sworn that she would love her hero forever. He was her Prince Charming: he looked like a prince and he acted like a prince. And he had kissed her, in the rain.