Rain

I stood outside, looking over the great lake. I sat down, taking my robe and tie off. I had seen them again today. Potter and the female Weasley. I had felt my heart twinge when I saw them. Oh, how I hate to see them. Oh, how I hate them. The-Boy-Who-Lived and that woman that looks like his mother. Of course they would end up together. They both look like Harry's parents.

Oh! And look whose coming! The-Boy-Who-Won't-Die and his golden trio! I got up and walked to another tree. They sat where I had just sat. The cold wind wiped my face. Harry looked around and found me sat at me little tree and nudged his poor friend who in turn told the mudblood.

I sensed more then heard them coming over, because the wind was howling in my ears. I turned my head away, not wanting to have another argument. I felt a hand on my shoulder, which I shoved off. But that cold hand came back, holding tighter.

'Malfoy,' Potter said, 'Listen.'

'I don't want to listen to you, that poor weasel or your mudblood friend so go way, Potter,' I snapped at him.

'Well, you're going to have to,' Weasley said.

I stood up. 'Well, I'm not going to.'

'Malfoy,' Granger said. 'To get away from us you'd have to climb a tree.'

That gave me an idea and I smirked. 'Well, Mudblood, it so happens that I'm the best at climbing trees in the whole of the Slytherin house. Thanks for the idea.'

I moved around the back of the tree and they came around just in time to see my feet land on a branch a few feet above their heads. I crouched on the branch and smirked down at them.

'We'll just talk to you down here, Malfoy,' Potter said.

'Not if I go higher!' And I climbed higher in the tree.

'Malfoy!' Weasley yelled. 'Get down here!'

'You can't tell me what to do, weasel. Now go scamper back into your little hole.'

'Malfoy!'

Weasley started to climb up the tree but his friends stopped him.

'Ron,' Potter said. 'He's not worth it. Plus, it's starting to rain. Let's just go.'

So they left. I climbed further up in the tree, looking for a branch that I could sit on. The rain started to fall harder. I closed my eyes and listened to their stories. Fall rain always had a story to tell. I didn't want to go back to the castle, back to all the things people call me. Ever since the war ended, people have been really mean to me. Yes, I know I sound like a stupid first year Hufflepuff, but it's true. Death Eater, Voldemort's Follower, and so many more. I am truly amazed that the golden trio hasn't been calling me names too.

Cold rain leached the heat from my body, which wasn't much. I'm always kind of cold. The wind wiped the rain at my face. I was so lost in thought I couldn't fell to sting of the rain. I opened my eyes and looked into the forbidden forest. A centaur yelled, a wolf howled and many other creatures made noises.

Stupid Potter. He's always in the way.

I love rain. I can come and think without anyone coming to get me. I can get solitude. I can be alone. I can think about the people I love. I can think about that messy haired bastard who ruins everything. I can think about how much I love him. But how much he hates me.

But you know what I love the most?

I can't tell my tears from the rain.