When I think about Rain
Hermoine sat staring out her window. Humming quietly to herself. She was depressed. If it wasn't for her only two friends, Ron and Harry, she would be a social outcast. All of her friends had gone to Hogsmeade with a date except her. Harry and Ginny, Ron and... well she didn't know who Ron was with but he still left.
"I guess I should do that potions assignment."
She stood and turned around and nearly fell flat.
"Oh yay, now I'm clumsy too."
" I don't think so..."
"Well you can think what you want Ron bu..."
She stopped staring.
"Why aren't you at Hogsmeade?"
" Oh well it seams I forgot my date."
"Well I'm sure she'll be waiting so I wont keep you!"
She began storming out of the room but was stopped by a laugh. Hermoine whirled, her hand up-lifted to slap him but found that it was caught in his grasp. She stared as he bent gallantly over it, placing a chaste kiss on the back.
"I also didn't have the courage to ask you out before now, I was afraid you would be angry." He looked down at his feet and hung his head. She softened and took his hand. He grinned and as the walked down to the village of Hogsmeade, you could hear a soft voice singing: When I think about rain, I think about singin'
When I think about singin', it's a heavenly tune,
When I think about heaven, man I think about angels
When I think about angels, I think about you!