This Side of Rain
Disclaimer: yes, i own it all, which is why i write FANFICTION because i own it...
AN: i don't know where i'm going with this, i don't even know why i wrote it. It might just end up being a very short one shot...
Perhaps it was the moon and the way it glared in the lake, or perhaps it was the rain and the way the sounds soothed her senses. Or perhaps it was just she, that was having a serene day. Whatever it was, Hermione Granger, seventh year Gryffindor Head Girl, felt calm. For once in her life since Hogwarts started, she felt calm.
From a window in the Head Student common room she watched as the rain pelted drops of crystal water into the lake. Entranced with this she began to think back about everything. About Harry and Voldemort. About Harry and Ron. About what she was going to do after she graduated from Hogwarts. About what Harry and Ron were going to do after Hogwarts. About the NEWTS about S.P.E.W. about life about death about life after death and most importantly about love. About if she was ever going to find the one. If she could ever see herself settled down with a man and having children. Raising children?
Hermione was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the light squeaking of the painting as it flew open and let the blond Head Boy in.
Draco, in his curious nature, wondered what the hell the Head Girl was up to. It was so strange to see someone just staring out the window. So Draco sauntered over and peered out the window expecting to find that Potter boy or the Weasel out there but only to be disappointed (well, not really) to find that there was nothing there.
"I suppose it could be a pretty sight," Draco drawled surprising Hermione, "if you go for that sort of thing."
Waiting for her heart rate to go back to normal, she scooted over to let Draco sit with her.
"It is a pretty sight," Hermione responded to him as he took a seat.
"It's dark, gloomy and well... for Merlin's sake it's raining, woman."
"But the rain is beautiful, just listen to it, listen and watch."
And that was what they did.
They sat for minutes in a comfortable silence, listening to the soft pitter pattering of the rain. They sat watching the tear drops of rain make ripples through the lake.
Suddenly, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up. Confused, Hermione followed his movements, letting him lead her.
"Where are we going?"
Draco flashed Hermione one of his rare smiles. "To play in the rain, of course."
Hermione had been right. The rain was a beautiful thing and Draco wanted to make it better.
"Malfoy, we'll catch our deaths!"
Draco grinned. "Well, at least we'd die beautiful, Granger."
Hermione shrieked and giggled as she was pulled into the rain.
And if anyone looked outside to watch the lake, they'd find the Head Girl jumping around in the rain, twirling and laughing and the Head Boy watching the Head Girl (and letting her pull him around) with a blissful smile on his face.
Disclaimer: yes, i own it all, which is why i write FANFICTION because i own it...
AN: i don't know where i'm going with this, i don't even know why i wrote it. It might just end up being a very short one shot...
Perhaps it was the moon and the way it glared in the lake, or perhaps it was the rain and the way the sounds soothed her senses. Or perhaps it was just she, that was having a serene day. Whatever it was, Hermione Granger, seventh year Gryffindor Head Girl, felt calm. For once in her life since Hogwarts started, she felt calm.
From a window in the Head Student common room she watched as the rain pelted drops of crystal water into the lake. Entranced with this she began to think back about everything. About Harry and Voldemort. About Harry and Ron. About what she was going to do after she graduated from Hogwarts. About what Harry and Ron were going to do after Hogwarts. About the NEWTS about S.P.E.W. about life about death about life after death and most importantly about love. About if she was ever going to find the one. If she could ever see herself settled down with a man and having children. Raising children?
Hermione was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the light squeaking of the painting as it flew open and let the blond Head Boy in.
Draco, in his curious nature, wondered what the hell the Head Girl was up to. It was so strange to see someone just staring out the window. So Draco sauntered over and peered out the window expecting to find that Potter boy or the Weasel out there but only to be disappointed (well, not really) to find that there was nothing there.
"I suppose it could be a pretty sight," Draco drawled surprising Hermione, "if you go for that sort of thing."
Waiting for her heart rate to go back to normal, she scooted over to let Draco sit with her.
"It is a pretty sight," Hermione responded to him as he took a seat.
"It's dark, gloomy and well... for Merlin's sake it's raining, woman."
"But the rain is beautiful, just listen to it, listen and watch."
And that was what they did.
They sat for minutes in a comfortable silence, listening to the soft pitter pattering of the rain. They sat watching the tear drops of rain make ripples through the lake.
Suddenly, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up. Confused, Hermione followed his movements, letting him lead her.
"Where are we going?"
Draco flashed Hermione one of his rare smiles. "To play in the rain, of course."
Hermione had been right. The rain was a beautiful thing and Draco wanted to make it better.
"Malfoy, we'll catch our deaths!"
Draco grinned. "Well, at least we'd die beautiful, Granger."
Hermione shrieked and giggled as she was pulled into the rain.
And if anyone looked outside to watch the lake, they'd find the Head Girl jumping around in the rain, twirling and laughing and the Head Boy watching the Head Girl (and letting her pull him around) with a blissful smile on his face.