Just a little thing I wrote for a competition at school. For the contest, I had to use all these weird words and integrate in a story. Tried to use nicknames that made it less obvious as to who is it for the contest, but obvious enough for you guys. Please please please review and let me know if you life it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter.


The library was silent except for the storm pounding on the walls. The pluviophile smiled at the sound in spite of himself. He took a deep breath of the rainy air and leaned into the window he was next to. He watched the storm for a while, content for the first time in a long time. A sniffling caught his attention and he glanced toward the fire.

Next to the fire, surrounded by a wall of books, laid the young, shivering bibliophile. Her back was towards him but he didn't need to see her face to know what she was dreaming of. He sighed, feeling helpless towards the young girl. The indurate feeling of needing to do something nagged at him, but he refused to leave her. He reflected on earlier in the night, replaying her showing up at his door, dripping water everywhere. The rain had washed away the tear tracks but he knew from her eyes that she had been crying. Her brown eyes, usually so full of meliorism and warmth, now looked dead. He hurried her inside, leading her straight to the library, hoping it would help. Without a word she created a wall for herself, but he did not know if she was blocking him out or herself in.

He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour. He longed to do something to ease her pain, but how could she when she refused to speak? Whimpering came from the other side of the room and he ran to her without a second thought. Taking care not to jostle any part of the wall, he reached for her, stopping just short of touching her.

"Hey, you're okay now. Wake up, Mya. You have to wake up." He spoke softly, trying not to scare the poor girl. He did not know what had happened that night, but he knew she was traumatized. He watched as her eyes scrunched up before she blinked up at him.

"Dray?" She asked confused. He nodded, holding out his hand for her. She hesitantly took it, and he slowly pulled her to his side.

"You're safe now Mya. I'm not going to let anyone else hurt you." Mya snuggled up to him, feeling truly safe for the first time in years.

"I know." She smiled before drifting off again. Dray kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He could still hear the storm, and now could hear the soft breathing of the woman he loved. He drifted off, happily dreaming about the girl in his arms.