AN- Very, VERY short thing I came up with last night having spent the evening listening to some of the heaviest rain I have ever heard!
Hermione Granger doesn't like thunderstorms. She's not sure if they've always affected her, or if they're one of the "New Developments" the man from St. Mungo's warned her about, but either way, she finds them terrifying.
A clap of thunder, enveloping everything in its enormity. The merciless flash of lightning. And the rain, pummelling away the debris, as if nothing had ever happened.
The quiet aftermath is the worst part, though. She's braced herself, waiting for more. She's prepared now, ready to fight, ready to help, to serve- anything.
But nothing happens.
No-one is hurt.
No-one is dying.
Nothing has been destroyed.
Instead, it's a quarter past 3 in the morning and Hermione Granger is sat bolt upright in bed, sweat soaking the sheets beneath her. Next to her lies Ron, waiting patiently to help her get back to sleep again.
Ron's not that keen on thunderstorms either…
Hope you liked it, please let me know what you think! I wasn't sure about a couple of things so would be interested to see any opinions. :)