Hi! Ok…this is my first ever fanfic! Please wait! Don't leave! I promise it won't be horrible! Well, please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!

Oh, and PS: I own nothing! Well, except for my in progress plot! Thanks! Now – On with the story!

-GrEeN

'No' she thought. 'No. This can't happen. It's not right. This isn't how it's supposed to be. This road I'm on is leading me somewhere that I don't want to go. But it's too late now. No turning back. No tomorrow will ever change what happened today.'

"Ha!" He roared victoriously. "I won! You lose! Finally, something that I can beat you at!"

"It was a lucky game. It will never happen again. I was simply…distracted." She stated protectively. Hermione was not one that took losing lightly.

Ron wore a blindingly bright smile that one could only conjure after winning such a great game of Wizard's Chess, which he had persuaded Hermione to play with him. After so many years of scolding Harry and Ron for playing such a barbaric game curiosity finally took over her and she played. It was an excellent match. She had loved it. But, she hates losing it, especially to Ron, whom she knew would never let her live it down. Hermione Granger was finally not the best at something for once in her life. She had lost to somebody she had hoped to never lose to. It was unbearable.

Harry quietly chuckled, "Ah, it's okay, 'Mione. The sun'll come out, tomorrow! Bet yer bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun!" he sang a bit off tune. Ron looked slightly confused at his friend's laughter until Hermione explained this it was a muggle thing. "Oh" was all he said, feeling slightly out of the loop.

Hermione then got up from the table that the trio had been sitting at in the Gryffindor common room and walked over to a window. "Isn't the rain beautiful?" she asked, staring out the window.

"Uh…sure, 'Mione. Hey! I'm hungry! And, what do ya know? It's lunch time!" Stated Ron a matter-of-factorly.

"Yeah" Harry agreed. "Let's go to the Great Hall and get something to eat."

"Then, when we're finished, we can get to work on our Transfiguration essays!" added Hermione. In reply all she got were groans and a mumbled "It's only Saturday and we have all day tomorrow" from Ron.

"Ronald-" Started Hermione.

"I know, I know. Homework is important. Please save me the lecture!"

"Fine!" And with that the trio headed out the portrait hole and down the stairs. Their destination - the Great Hall.

"Done!" Hermione let out a relived sigh as she finished her 24 inch Transfiguration essay. Looking over at her two best friends she noticed that they had only gotten thirteen, out of the twenty-four required inches, finished.

"Honestly! You two are horrible! You're barley half way done!" she pointed out.

"Well, Hermione, not all of us are as smart as you!" Harry replied rather crossly. He had been working on his essay for about two hours now and he couldn't think of anything else to write.

"I give up." Ron stated, breathing out a sigh of defeat.

"Ronald! That is not way to be thinking! You must be more optimistic!" Hermione told him trying, but failing horribly, to cheer her two best friends up.

"I think that we should go for a walk. That just might give us more, uh, inspiration. Harry suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Replied Ron.

"But" Hermione started, looking out the window. "It's raining outside!"

Raising an eyebrow Ron said, "I thought you liked the rain."

"That I do." She replied and they were off, wearing no rain protection what so ever, except for a charm Harry put on his glasses which Hermione had taught him.

"Well, well, well." A certain blonde said to his friends as the trio made their way down the corridors. "Look what the cat's drug in. A weasel, a mudblood and the boy who won't die!" At this Crabbe and Goyle let out a small chuckle.

"Look boys. It's the ferret and his body guards." Hermione replied, speaking more to Draco then to Harry and Ron.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry questioned.

"Oh! Oh my god! Crabbe! Goyle! Harry Potter spoke to me! I'm not worthy!" Draco cried sarcastically.

"No. No you're not." Ron told him.

Draco's smirk automatically turned into a glare, which was aimed right at Ron. "Watch yourself, Weasley." At this Goyle cracked his knuckles and Crabbe took a threatening step forward. "It's alright, Crabbe." Draco assured him, raising his arm slightly in order to communicate not to move any further.

"Come on, Ron. Harry, let's go. Please?" Hermione pleaded, not wanting a fight.

"Ok" Agreed Harry, not keeping his eyes off of Draco.

The threesome then made their way down the remainder of the corridor and headed outside.

The rain pelted them as they ran down to the lake, which had come alive during the storm and looked as if it were dancing. The heavy raindrops created everlasting ripples on the once calm, yet threatening, lake.

After much deliberation the trio had decided to take a walk around the lake. Almost a quarter of the way around Harry spotted something.

"Hey Ron! Is that Ginny?" He asked, pointing to a red speck about three hundred yards in front of them.

Squinting, Ron replied "I think so. Hey! Who is that with her?" He asked, quickening his pace.

"Well, whoever it is, they have black hair and a green t-shirt on…" Hermione pointed out.

"You don't think it could be Zambini…do you?" Harry asked.

"It better not be" replied Ron. "But I think I'm going to find out!" He started running towards his sister and the boy with black hair who turned out to be exactly who they thought it was. Blaise Zambini.