Challenge: Kissing in the Rain

Challenger: Smile Life Away

Deluge
A Harry Potter ONESHOT!
By: Indigo March

Bellatrix Black hated her cousin Sirius with a fiery, burning passion. Narcissa reckoned she was obsessed with how much she hated him. Not true! She just really, really hated him.

Another thing she hated was rain. Pouring rain. Rain that fell to the ground and made it all muddy and unappealing. Bella didn't mind the mud as much as the rain—the mud actually felt rather nice between her toes—but the rain she couldn't stand. It made her feel like she was drowning in the air.

She drummed her slender fingers against her desk impatiently, ready for McGonagall to end the lesson.

When the bell finally rang and she was on her way to lunch, she happened to glance out the window to see a tall and lanky figure running across the grounds in the pouring rain towards the forest. Curious despite herself, she deposited her bags with her sister at the Slytherin table and made her way out into the pouring rain.

Holding her cloak over her head, she started running towards the forest, only to discover once she got there, Severus Snape tearing furiously at his hair. The younger boy by two years had tears of fury falling down his face, tearing at his hair in frustration.

He hadn't heard her approach, so she stood there in silence, watching as he angrily punched the thick trunk of a forest tree, crying out in anger.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked him, grabbing his hand as he swung it towards a tree to punch it. She stared down at his clenched fist, taking in the blood that was oozing from his scratched up knuckles. "Snape…"

"Potter!" he snarled, yanking his fist from her grasp. He ran a hand through his soaked hair. Bellatrix stared at him.

"What about him?" she demanded, rolling her eyes. It was no secret how much he hated James Potter, but he had never bloodied up his knuckles over him before.

"He's an arrogant prick!"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "We all know that."

"He thinks—just because Evans—that he can—"

"What about the Mudblood?" Bellatrix asked, her voice hard.

Snape glared at her. "Don't call her that."

"That's what she is!" Bellatrix declared. "We don't need people like her, Snape. She dirties the blood of wizards."

"She's bloody brilliant, is what she is," Snape snarled.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," she muttered. "We all know how 'bloody brilliant' she is to you, too."

Snape breathed heavily, staring at her through his dark eyelashes. "Why are you here, Bellatrix?"

She snorted. "I don't even know."

And that was true. She didn't know why she had come out here—curious, she supposed, to see who would freely run through the rain. She took in Snape's ragged appearance. He had dark circles under his eyes and he was thinner—as if he hadn't eaten much lately. He had grown some, too, though. His face was thinner, the last traces of baby fat gone, and he had grown taller and stronger. He'd be rather handsome if he washed his hair. Bellatrix shuddered. Snape? Handsome? Ewwwww…

He smirked, as if reading her thoughts. "You find me irresistible, don't you?"

She stared at him. "Boy, you really are stupid."

Suddenly, he seized her face and kissed her…right on the frikkin mouth.

It was so abrupt and unexpected, Bella didn't even react until he had pushed away. She gaped at the smugly grinning fifth year, her eye twitching in shock.

The next thing she did?

Punched him in the face.

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She punched him. Hahahaha...