I hate rain. That's all there is to it.
I finally finished all my lessons for the week; I just came out of Charms and decided to go for a walk on the castle grounds. I stepped outside and took in a deep breath of the mountain air. I went along the shore of the Black Lake, sat down enjoying the view with birds tweeting, chatter in the background. This is the life, I thought.
"Evans!"
I spoke so soon, I groaned, "What?"
"Hey, I only called your name. Just thought you might like to come in, I don't fancy the look of that black cloud in the sky," He pointed up, I followed his finger.
Oh, maybe I should.
"I'm not really bothered Potter," I spat out, and all of the sudden a drop landed on my head, and after I blinked it was suddenly raining cats and dogs, "No! God! I hate rain."
"I told you so. But no, you had to stay out here, and get soaked," 'He looks pretty good wet I have to say', Oh shut up brain!
"Shut up, Potter," He raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Well, are you going to stay out here and be angry at the rain? Or come in with me where it's dry?"
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"I don't know."
"Ok, maybe this might change your mind," He walked towards me, I took a step back.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What are you doi-,"
"Sh." He put a finger over my mouth and leaned in.
His mouth close to mine then claimed my lips. I protested for a while but I gave in, I kissed back. His hands rested on my waist pulling me closer to him, mine on his neck and twirled in his jet-black hair pulling his face close. He grinned on my lips, and whispered "So, do you want to come in? Or kiss me senseless out here?"
"Go away you toerag." Mumbling against his lips, and kissed him again. He didn't protest. We kissed until the rain stopped.
I love rain.