AN: In all actuality, I'm not sure where this is going. However, it started raining where I live, and it reminded me of my significant other. So, I thought I'd write about a little Ron and Hermione. Let me know if you like this very short prologue!
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A raindrop sliding along the glass
Prologue
Cold glass against her cheek, the girl shut her eyes and let a very small smile creep up. A sigh of slight relief was allowed release from her mouth. It was raining. And Hermione Granger absolutely loved the rain. Its low, rhythmic patter against the ground calmed her, and made her feel at complete peace.
That was what she needed at the moment, anyway. The clouds had decided to let themselves go at precisely the perfect moment. Because, as so very many have said in the past, when it rains, no one can tell that you are crying.
