Paste your document here...It was raining outside the flat they had in London. When he had checked the weather by the Granger's house, it turned out to be the same, with the possibility of more. Hermione came out of the room, after she had proclaimed herself ready to go.
"What are you wearing?" he asked, stunned. Whatever was underneath, he did not care. She was wearing a robin egg blue poncho that looked horrid on the hanger, and on her? Well. There were no words.
"A poncho my dad gave me a few winters ago. He'd be hurt if I didn't wear it, especially today."
"He gaped at her. "You're a witch. We have charms for this, you know."
"By my parent's house? In the muggle world? Where everyone will wonder why there are two people who cannot manage to get wet in the pouring rain?"
She had a point.
"Nonetheless, I will not leave here with you looking like that," he huffed.
But, she had the final say. And when they arrived at the Grangers' doorstep, Draco somehow managed to be soaked through, while Hermione, for the most part, was nice and dry.