Rain
There is something magical about the rain. The way it sometimes comes down and drenches everything in site or when it gently dabs your skin with droplets, one at a time. Making, your skin sparkle ever so slightly. Rain can sometimes include booms that shake the earth, and light that illuminates the dark sky. The kind where you huddle under the covers clinging to your pillow. Then there's the kind that puts you to sleep. Makes you feel safe and warm.
I'm sitting by my window watching the rain fall upon the cobblestone street below. There's a book in my lap, but I haven't touched it. Normally, I love reading on a rainy day with a cup of hot chocolate. But this particular rainy day is different. He's supposed to come by today. Probably to tell me he's engaged and completely in love. I have been dreading that moment lately. It's not that I wouldn't be happy for him, I would. But it's hard to be happy when you're in love. Love. It's a small word, but with so much meaning. When you say "I love you", you have to mean it to the depths of your soul. To love someone means to know everything about them, even things they never knew about themselves. They're always on your mind, and even the most insignificant things remind you of them. Everything reminds me of him. Especially the rain. Refreshing, safe, and it happens to smell wonderful.
A knock at my bedroom door brings me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I say casually. Harry walks in and sits next to me by the window. Something he has never done before. "She said no." He said solemnly. Trying to hind my happiness at his words I say, "What? Why?" Head still downcast he says, "She told me I'm in love with someone else." Stunned by his answer I reply, "That's ridiculous, you love Ginny. She should see that." What he said next changed my life forever, "But, the thing is I think she's right." "But you've always loved Ginny. Since our sixth year." "I think I just loved the idea of her. The only things we had in common were quidditch and Voldemort. She could relate to the whole Voldemort taking over your mind thing, and I found comfort in that. Ginny never got to know me the way I wanted her to. It was always about her and her problems. When we ever got close to discussing mine, the conversation always came back to her. It took me a few years to figure it out but, I finally realized there's someone out there who knows me better. Who takes the time to listen to me and makes feel like the most important person in the world." By this point my heart is about to explode in my chest. It was enough that he fell for Ginny, but another girl was too much to take. Tears forming in my eyes I ask quietly, "So who's the luck girl?" He looks at me for a moment and says, "She's right in front of me." My mind is reeling and it takes me a moment to comprehend what he has just said.
His hand reaches forward and wipes a tear from my face. I can feel myself blushing. But before I can take in the softness of his hand, he crashes his lips onto mind. Sending me into a whirl of emotions. Mostly of pure happiness. When we pull apart
I hear him say the most important words ever spoken, "I love you. Truly and deeply. To the depths of my soul. I love you Hermione, with all my heart." It takes a moment for me to process what he has just said but I get them out any way, "I love you too. More than you will ever know." With smile on his face he kisses me again. As we sit by the widow in each others arms I realize, that the rain not only makes you feel scared, safe, and warm, it also makes you fall in love.
