Clouds
Hermione Granger looked out of her window in her Gryffindor's room and watched serenely as the gray clouds indicated an upcoming storm. Her three-weeks-in-advance homework laid forgotten on her desk as her attention was turned to the scenery outside.
She had always liked looking at the clouds, even more stormy clouds, as it was a way to relax from the ever present stress. She had noticed her fondness towards those fluffy gray elements had first showed itself when she was in her first year of witchcraft and wizardry at Hogwarts.
Hermione, looking back at the time when her little hobbit manifested for the first time, couldn't help but remark that it was because of someone that she grew fond of gray clouds. One look at those silver eyes on that fateful day let her breathless. His eyes were the most gorgeous ones that she had ever seen in her life.
It would be true that he was the worse when she compared his attitude with her friends' one and it could also be truthful that normally he wouldn't be her type but it was, quite unfortunately for her, the entire truth that she had come to love him from the very first day since she laid eyes on him.
It was her reality. She, Hermione Granger, was in love with Draco Malfoy.
The very one that despised her because of her blood and each time he would utter this awful M-word, she would feel that same feeling of being stabbed over and over. As if it wasn't enough, with each hateful glare sent in her direction by him, it was just like someone rubbing salt on her wound.
Try as she might, Hermione just couldn't stop loving him, wanting to look deep into his silver eyes and see love reflected back in them. And knowing that her love would always be unrequited and he wouldn't gaze at her in other ways than with contempt, the Gryffindor took comfort in the clouds when storms happened.
Because after all, stormy gray was just another shade of silver.