Rain…it fell against the window in a familiar, pitter-patter kind of way. Harmless, really. Contrary to what nearly all of the girls in his year apparently though, rain would never hurt you, merely make you wet for a while. Dean sighed. Yes, rain would never hurt him, but many other things might.
Dean stared out the window at the gray sky for a few more minutes before suddenly rising from his chair near the fireplace, throwing on his cloak, and leaving the Gryffindor common room. His spot was quickly taken by a bedraggled-looking third year.
He strode past the front doors of Hogwarts and onto the grounds. Dean turns his face to the sky, not minding in the least the fat droplets that landed on him, cascading down his face like so many tears. Dean slowly walked to the side of the lake; its surface was dancing with the rain. Dean gazed at it, then the sky once more. He stretched out his arms and began to revolve on the spot, eventually moving across the grass as he pleased. He followed his feet, dancing, all the while with his face to the sky.
His troubles seemed to melt away with the rain as he moved. Dean knew there would be no chance of anyone seeing him out here; everyone was inside, enjoying being dry, and the rain was too heavy to see more than five feet out the window, should anyone happen to look out.
Yes, he decided, he like the rain.
"Dean?" said a small voice. Dean's eyes opened; he didn't recall closing them. He gazed at the boy now standing near him. Somehow, he was neither surprised nor bothered that Seamus had discovered him.
"Hi, Seamus," Dean replied. He blinked water out of his eyes. Seamus shifted; Dean noticed he didn't have a coat or umbrella.
"Any particular reason you're out here in this weather?" Seamus finally asked. Dean shrugged.
"I like the rain."
"Oh," Seamus replied. "Mind if I join you?" He looked slightly uncomfortable. Dean vaguely wondered why, then remembered their fight this morning. It was stupid, really. Dean had borrowed Seamus' quill because he couldn't find his own, and had forgotten to tell Seamus. Seamus had woken up to find his only quill gone, and had thrown a fit when he discovered it with dean. Seamus hadn't spoken to Dean since. The rain had fogged Dean's mind enough so that he had temporarily forgotten the incident.
"Sure," Dean said. He raised his face to meet the rain. "But you'll have to dance with me."
And so they danced, in the rain, on a Tuesday afternoon.
So I wrote this between classes one day when it was raining. It's quite inspiring, I must say. And I'm not sure where the Tuesday afternoon part came in, but I like the way it ended, with that. So yeah. :D