DISCLAIMER-I'm afraid I am not JK Rowling, and therefore I do not own the characters and most of the settings in this fic. The plot, however, is mine, all mine!!
You Can Even Marry Harry
By onemostrandom93
Prologue
Rain. It was the most cleansing thing Hermione could feel, most of the time. As she turned and walked off the balcony and back into the bedroom, he turned her gaze towards the man lying on the bed before her. Her eyes drunk in the sight, moving from his feet peeking out from under his forest green, silk sheets, to the halo of golden hair that covered his head and fell into his face. He looked, dare she say, almost angelic in his pacific state. But she knew better. She knew that beneath his beautiful exterior lay the soul of a devil. She knew that he wouldn't hesitate to drag her down to hell with him. He also knew she probably wouldn't care.