Hermione loved thunderstorms. She loved the drizzle of rain at the start that slowly turned into downpour. She loved the dark, mysterious clouds that loomed above. She even loved the feeling of the ground shaking when a large thunderclap sounded. Few knew about her obsession. There were Ron and Harry, who thought her insane. And there was Draco. Many nights in the Head's common room, a blonde and brunette had met up, chatting the stormy night away. And sometimes, when they ran out of things to say, they would hold each other, maybe even sneaking some kisses here and there.