Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than the plot and the idea for the story. Everything else (Hogwarts, characters, etc.) is the property of J.K. Rowling and WB.

Author's note: Hey guys! This was just a little drabble sittin' on my computer, and I thought I might as well publish it to see what you think. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, and it's all about Ron/Hermione and their blossoming feelings for each other. I did my best to not let my Americanism show in my writing, but feel free to comment if I've used any incorrect English phrases, or if the story doesn't sound legitimate. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy the story!


Hermione's Perspective:

The rain pounded against the library windows as I wrote my Potions essay. The downpour distracted me; I kept catching myself staring at the drops sliding down the clear glass, mesmerized by the way they sparkled and connected with other droplets. As beautiful as the rain was, it made me angry that I could not concentrate on my Potions because of it. It didn't help that the assignment was boring and quite difficult. Every time I looked back down at my unfinished essay and tried to add on to the bloody thing, the musical sound of the falling water got into my head and kept me from focusing. After an unsuccessful half hour, the rain became all I could think about; it was driving me mad. I felt angry at the rain, even resentful towards it. Letting out a frustrated growl, I jumped up from my seat, grabbing my books and slamming my chair into the table I had been working at. I heard the librarian issue me a fierce "Shhhhh!" before I was out the door. As I turned the corner, on my way to the common room, I slammed right into a tall redheaded boy and fell to the floor. My books cascaded out of my arms, and the one book the boy was holding fell on my head.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, "I was just looking for you!"

I muttered, "Ouch," and put my hand to my forehead, feeling the unmistakable warm trickle of blood. He picked up my books for me before asking,

"Bloody hell, 'Mione, are you alright?" he asked as he pulled me up of the floor, his voice laced with concern.

"Er, thanks," I said as he handed me my books, "Yeah, I'm alright Ron."

"Hold on, you're bleeding! I'm sorry Hermione!"

"It's not too horrible, just a cut," I assured him, although I did think it was sweet of him to be concerned over something so petty and trivial.

"Let me see it," Ron murmured, putting his hands on both sides of my face and staring intently at the gash, leaning in so close that our noses almost touched. I blushed a deep pink and shivered slightly with pleasure, as I always did when Ron touched me. I had observed that my feelings for Ron had changed drastically lately, going from nothing but a friend, to a girlhood crush, to a fancy. I had always fancied him of course, but it was only recently that I was able to admit it to myself. Merely the sight of him now gave me a wonderful warm feeling... when we weren't in a row of course. That was the catch for Ron: he could be so intoxicating yet so infuriating at the same time; it was mind boggling. However, it kept me on my feet, and his sensitive and loving moments made up for those moments in which he acted like a thickheaded prat. The only really awful part of my infatuation with the youngest male Weasley was knowing that he thought of me as nothing more than a friend and a personal encyclopedia.

" 'S not so bad," he said, leaning back, as I released my breath; I must have been holding it when Ron brought his face so close to mine.

"So tell me," he began after a quick moment of silence,"Why'd you leave the library? I was coming to find you to ask for your help on Potions."

"Don't give me that rubbish, Ron. When you say you need my help, you mean you need to copy my work," I told him with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Can't fool you, can I?" He replied with a small smile, making my annoyance disappear. "You never told me why you left though."

"Well.. The truth is, I had trouble with Potions too. The sound of the rain kept me from focusing properly; it was driving me mad!" I confessed. His eyes widened to the size of quaffles when I came to the part about having difficulties with my assignment.

"Hermione Granger... The smartest, most committed witch at Hogwarts... Having troubles with her homework... I don't believe it!"

"Oh shod off, Weasley," I muttered, giving him a playful punch, yet smiling to myself at his compliment. He grinned my favorite lopsided grin, making my heart flutter as fast as the wings of Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl.

"That rain must've really been bothering you," he mused, "if it kept you from doing your homework. What do you have against it, anyway?"

"It's not that I have anything against rain, Ron.. It's just.. I don't know, maybe I just needed a break from my homework, that's all," I tried to explain.

"Well then, breaks are my specialty. Whatd'ya say we go for a walk in the rain?"

I barely resisted jumping up and down with glee at his offer; however, I failed to hide the obvious shock on my features.

"You? Me? A Walk? Together? Alone?"

His face turned tomato red at my questions, making him realize what his offer might mean. To me, he was even more adorable when he blushed. I suppressed a sigh; I would never have the courage to tell this lovely redheaded boy how I felt about him, whether I was in Griffindor or not.

"I- W-well.. I just meant.. I mean- Do you want to come or not?," He stuttered, ending with a rather desperate voice. I nodded, my eyes wide.

"I'd like that," I murmured, my voice hardly above a whisper.

I couldn't quite read his expression. It looked... Relieved? Happy, maybe?

We made our way through the corridors, which were empty apart from a couple snogging in a corner. When we came across the two lovebirds, we both blushed slightly, quickening our pace and hoping desperately not to be seen and to be caught in an awkward moment; luckily, the students were entwined so tightly with each other and preoccupied so intensely on sucking the other's face off, that Ron and I got past them with out a problem.

We didn't start a conversation until we reached the huge, oak double doors:

"Ron, are you sure about this? I mean, we don't have umbrellas or anything, so we'll get awfully wet.." I said to him as he pulled open the great wooden doors. Immediately, a cool breeze bursted through the open doors, playing with our hair and ruffling our cloaks. I was very aware of the way the wind blew across his face, making his hair behind him like a moving fire. It was breathtaking.

"Oh, come on, Hermione! Surely you're not afraid of a little water..." He coaxed. I stood up a bit straighter at his comment.

"Of course not!"

"Well then," he said, stepping into the downpour, "What are you waiting for?"


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