Disclaimer: I don't anything but this plot.
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Hermione smiled into the book she was reading. Oh no, she wasn't smiling because of what the contents of the book were saying, she was smiling at this little memory that was playing over and over in her mind.
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Oh, crap; rain, awesome- oh wait, thunder. Oh yeah, even more awesome.
She stared outside and saw the glistening raindrops fall continuously.
She was trying to pay attention to her book for divination, but the rain seemed like it wanted her undivided attention. It was falling, falling- making puddles in the ground- expressing its anger and rage to the world- yet it seemed so calm- like a running faucet that had no intention to flood the kitchen.
The hard knock on the door made her lose her concentration; she sighed and ignored it. The rain, captivating and taking Hermione away from the world- slowly, piece by piece.
..Who might it be at 3:00 in the evening, on a Saturday? The knocking continued, as if its purpose were to annoy every single cell in Hermione's body.
She sighed, and walked up to the door- knowing the person wouldn't stop knocking anytime soon.
A blonde haired person burst into the room- with a look of defiance written all over his face.
"How bloody long does it take you to open the door?!" his voice was unusually high, and wonderfully comical.
"Uuhm, I don't know. Like 5 seconds tops?" she said, smiling, whilst trying to stray away from his drenched exterior.
"Try Five minutes you over- sized beaver.." he smirked at his obviously stupid pun.
She smiled sarcastically, "Why were you lonely waiting outside without me, ferret?" she teased.
"Oh don't flatter yourself." he glared at her with stormy eyes.
Hermione just smiled.
A small smile was playing at Draco's lips, but he hit it very well.
He took off his soaked robe and dropped it on Hermione's carpeted floor.
She rolled her eyes and picked up his robes only to throw it back to his face while he was playing with his now wet hair.
"Auw jeez, Mud blood. Did you really have to touch it? Thanks a lot" he dropped them back on the floor. "Now I have to give them to the dogs."
He smirked and shook his head so all the water fell on top of Hermione's face.
She glared and picked up his robes, "Get out Malfoy." she pushed the robes into his chest as he groaned and pushed him out the room.
"Good-bye, ferret boy!" He groaned again and feel to the floor outside of Hermione's room while everyone was in lunch.
After a few minutes, the door was knocked on again.
"Yes, Malfoy?"
"Let me in Granger!" his voice, deep and she could visually see his face pursed into a pout.
She sighed and opened the door.
"Aren't you supposed to be at practice or something? Like going up in the air-and doing your flying.. thing?" she said looking at him with a pitying face until she realized how stupid she sounded.
He looked at her with his eyebrow raised, and shook his head - beads of water falling freely onto the edge of her carpet. "Yes, I was- now its over. Its been like 2 hours. Haven't you noticed?"
Hermione shook her head. She was so immersed in watching the rain she was oblivious to anything outside of her mind.
"Whatever, Granger. I just wanted to say we have to meet the old man," Hermione's hand curled into a fist. "- well, anyways, now you know. I am going to go now."
"Seeing that your in love with the rain I have to talk to Dumbledore about our so called 'beautiful' marriage." he said, with a disgusted face.
"Auw, how sweet. Bye, ferret." Hermione grimaced.
Draco scoffed and ran out the door, getting a new pair of dry robes and traveling to Dumbledore's office.
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God, what was this book about again? Something about a bird.. Or something. Ok think.. bird.. think .. bird? Or just read the contents, stupid.
Over the last chain of days, Hermione found out she had to marry Draco Malfoy in order to make Voldemort die. How? Honestly, no one but Harry Potter and Dumbledore know. Mr. Malfoy- Draco's father surprisingly accepted this- he needed to regain his status- in order to make himself look good to the light side.
Whatever happened, wasn't in the hands of Draco or Hermione. They were simply playing roles of a couple who were in love. Did people accept this? No- but they had to. Did the couple accepted this? No. But they unfortunately had to.
