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A/N: I have re-written this chapter. The story is exactly the same, I have only made minor changes to make it flow a little better.

Friday morning; it was raining. Harry could hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops against his window by the bed. He put on his glasses that sat on the bedside table to find the room empty. The clock beside him read 08:00am.

Oh no, he'd slept in!

He put on his clothes in what felt like less than ten seconds and ran downstairs to the commonroom to find the students bustling about.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked Ron as he fixed his collar.

Ron yawned as he said, "Oh, hey mate. I was actually just about to come up."

"What's everyone still doing in here?" Harry inquired.

"It's daylight savings, but something went wrong with the clock charm," Ron answered.

"It's only 07:00am, actually," Hermione added. "We thought we'd let you sleep in instead of suffer with the rest of us. We should have left you a note - sorry, Harry."

"It's okay," Harry replied. "It was just a little bit shocking for a moment there. I've never gotten out of bed so fast."

They headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast after half-an-hour of waiting (Ron was complaining of starving to death), ready to begin their day. It passed by slowly, the rain barely easing. The sky was gloomy and grey.

'What a miserable day,' Harry thought to himself.

He hoped it would stop raining by tomorrow because the students had the privilege of visiting Hogsmeade over the weekend. It wouldn't be as pleasant in the rain.

He went to sleep that night to the same pitter-patter sound that he had woken up to.

...

"Harry," came a voice, accompanied by a nudge. "Time to get up!"

Harry opened his eyes to see Ron blurrily hovering above him. "Never thought I'd see the day where you'd have to wake me up two days in a row," he joked.

He quickly remembered the horrid weather that had plagued him the day before and ran to the window for assurance of its departure. To Harry's delight, the rain had ceased. His eyes were treated to a wonderful, azure blue sky and gorgeous, warm sunlight that streamed in through the glass.

He smiled to himself.

"You seem quite happy today," Hermione noted during breakfast.

"I'm happy to get away from our school work," he explained. Ron and Hermione agreed.

They set out for Hogsmeade after breakfast, discussing along the way where they would visit first.

"How about the Three Broomsticks? I'm dying for a Butterbeer," cried Ron.

"Let's do that last," suggested Harry. "We can visit everywhere else first, then finish it all over with a lovely, creamy Butterbeer."

The trio visited all their favourite places - Honeydukes, Zonko's Joke Shop, and had to stop off at Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop so Hermione could replace hers that had broken (Ron had snapped it in frustration during a conversation with Seamus about Slytherin winning the Slytherin/Ravenclaw Quidditch match earlier that week) - before heading over to the Three Broomsticks Inn.

"Ahh!" exclaimed Ron in relief as they entered. "Finally."

They sat at an empty table in the center of the bar and Ron eagerly ordered three Butterbeers. Harry scanned his eyes around the large room, looking for some other students to invite to their table. But most of them seemed to have made their way back to the school already.

And lucky for them - because it had just begun to rain. Again.

"Well, at least it was nice for a little while," Harry sighed as their drinks arrived. "Did either of you happen to bring an umbrella?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

They both looked at eachother and shook their heads.

"Sorry, Harry. I didn't think it would rain again..." Hermione admitted.

"We'll survive," replied Harry. He hoped Hermione would come up with some sort of 'umbrella spell', but to no avail.

Ron picked up his glass and took a big gulp. Harry and Hermione did the same - they were parched after walking for so long.

Harry continued to scan the room and came across Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy sitting in the corner of the Three Broomsticks. Malfoy raised his glass in a 'cheers' sort of fashion in Harry's direction to the ignorance of his company. Harry raised his eyebrows in shock, then turned away.

...

"I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon," Hermione said after 15 minutes of waiting for the saturation to ease.

"Let's just leave now, then," Harry suggested.

"And get drenched? No way," Ron complained.

"We mustn't be late. We have to be back very soon," explained Hermione. "It's now, or never."

The three looked like drowned rats by the time they got back to Hogwarts. Harry had suggested - after seeing just how heavy the rain was falling - that they take the secret passage out of Hogsmeade to avoid being caught in it. But Hermione protested. She insisted that they not break any rules while trused to leave the school.

Malfoy and his 'gang' were standing at the entrance to the castle as the trio arrived, each of the Slytherin's as dry as a bone. Harry didn't recall seeing them leave the Three Broomsticks. The four of them laughed at Harry, Ron, and Hermione as they walked by and entered the castle. Oddly, Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed.

"Bunch of gits," Ron grumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, us being wet is really hilarious..."

Harry didn't add anything.

...

Falling asleep that night was difficult. Harry couldn't seem to close his eyes for more than a few minutes. At first, Harry thought the Butterbeer may have been responsible in some way, but dismissed it because Butterbeer had never made him feel like this before. He lay awake, thinking about (of all things) Draco Malfoy. Malfoy looking at him from across the bar, Malfoy laughing at him...

Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.