Summary: Love is never known to know age. For when Draco Malfoy was four he fell in love with the summer rain and a girl that was three. As the rain fell around them she healed his young heart and he grew fond of her. Years pass and they don't remember. But a need haunts them and they don't understand it. Can they find out what it means? Or live their life questioning? (Not AU)
A/N: I know her name is Ginerva but it works so swell if her name is Virginia. So please, judge the story and not the name. It is fan fiction after all…something we can shift around to our liking.
The Summer Rain
Chapter One: Familiar Memories
His head was against the wall. Meaningless tears would slip without being noticed. He didn't know where he was nor did he care. He felt so scared. He was shaking as the rain pelted on him. He heard it hit the ground in a light rhythm. He liked the sound. It soothed him enough to stop the tears. That's when he fell in love with the summer rain.
Footsteps brought him back to reality. He shrank even more onto the wall as they came closer. "Who there?" A voice drifted to him. It was soft and young, as their footsteps grew closer.
He gave a glance over and saw a girl around his age. Maybe, younger; she smiled at him as the rain soaked her. Dark reddish hair fell past her shoulders as she stared at him "You hurt?" She asked now going on her knees as she crawled over to him. Her big brown eyes stared into his as he shivered. "Cold?" She tried again as she reached for his cheek but he stiffened under the touch and she pulled away.
"I no hurt you," she said taking his small hand in hers. "I be your friend!" She said as her smiled widen in hopes to calm him.
"F- friend?" He asked as she nodded. He smiled faintly. "I want be your friend," he said now grinning. She grinned back as warmth spread through him. He had a friend.
"Why you out here?" She asked as he shivered. Her hand still held his tightly as if she was afraid to let go. Afraid something may happen if she did.
He frowned and she did too as a lump formed in his throat. He didn't want to cry. His father said tears were weakness. He didn't want to show her he was weak. She squeezed his hand tighter as the tears slipped without warning. A sob came up his chest through his throat and out his mouth; he looked over as she sniffed.
She as crying too as their sobs filled the air he didn't feel alone. The rain played a soft melody as they sat there. Their hands interlocked. He stopped after a while and wiped his face furiously as embarrassment came. "Why you cry?" He asked staring at her.
She wiped her face too and smiled, "because you cry."
He didn't know why but he started grinning before laughing. Her laughter followed him as they sat there in the summer rain. A small friendship building that should never be forgotten.
It was eight years later when he met her again. Her hair was down as it was placed behind a bitter old clip. He was twelve years old. He stared as the hero stepped into the building. His eyes hardened just at the sight of him. A sneer placed his lips as he cast his eyes over to whom he was with.
Weasleys, he thought, the whole lot of them. He walked down the upper level of the building but stopped for a moment as he saw a shy girl behind Potter. She laughed and pushed the boy Weasley. Her big brown eyes filled with humor. He could barely breathe for that moment as he stared at her. He shook his head out of it. He was being stupid. Walking down the rest of the stairs he greeted them with disgust.
Now, it was four years later. His sixteenth birthday was that day. He sat on the roof as rain pelted down on him. It was August seventh. He sat there in the summer rain with his back against his roof. A smile on his lips as he opened his mouth and tasted the rain. He licked his lips and relaxed.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember why he loved the summer rain so much. Fragments of the memory would appear. Like, two laughing children would fill his ears and big brown eyes would stare at him when he closed his eyes at the thought of the memory.
At first he thought of Pansy. Her eyes were a honey color…almost brown. He sat up shaking his head. His father would be looking for him soon. He had to get clean before anyone found him there. With one last in take of the sweet rain he went through the window and closed it with a soft click of the lock. Grabbing some clothes he entered the bathroom and began to shower.
"Ginny!" Harry called after her as she spun in the rain. Her laughter carried out as she grinned at her best friend who tried ducking the drops. "What are you doing?"
"Dancing!" She shouted as she twirled. "I love the summer rain!" She added before laughing. She stopped completely as she stared upwards to the sky. The rain dropped down and dripped onto her face. It soaked into her skin, hair, and clothes as she opened her mouth and tasted it. She breathed in the rain before stumbling a bit at a sudden force.
She glared at Harry who grinned sheepishly. "Let's head in," he said tugging on her elbow more. "You're going to get sick."
She rolled her eyes and pulled away. "It's summer," she said twirling again with another silly grin on her lips she said, "I won't get sick."
Harry shook his head and turned. "You're nutters!" He shouted heading back into the burrow.
Ginny just laughed as she sighed in the rain. "See you later!" She called over her shoulder as she ran into the woods. She looked over and walked into the jungle of thick trees more. Her footsteps broke twigs as she tried to get to her place before anyone tried to drag her back home.
It took a good fifteen minutes but she found it. With a smile she walked over to the hut and touched it. The brick wall seemed cold as she stared at it. She came here every time it rained. Something about it seemed to calm her. Her mother told her about one day when she drag her mother out there.
She said that Ginny said that a boy was there. A funny, sweet boy had been there and she helped him laugh and smile. Her mother said she had just laughed and told them to head back home. When they got there for weeks it seemed that Ginny was in a dream like stance. Her mother said she was absolutely smitten with the boy that had been there. Ginny turned at footsteps as panic rose. She had forgotten her wand at the house. She breathed out a shaky breath as they neared.
"Who's there?" She called out as their figure appeared. Her eyes immediately glared at them as they stared back. His mouth curled in the corner causing a smirk to grace his lips. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
"This is my property, Weasley," he said in a drawl as he raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
She stuck out her chin and crossed her arms as the rain continued the fall on them. "This is my property as well," she said in an obvious tone.
He nodded. "Ah, one of the reasons why our hate is so strong," he said walking to her to that a mere couple of feet separated them. He dug his shoe into the dirt and drew a line, "my side," he said.
She nodded before looking at him questioningly. "Isn't it your birthday?" She asked.
He looked at her curiously as he sat onto the ground. "How would you know that?"
She smirked as she met his eye. A familiar feeling came over her but she shook it off. "One must always know their enemies," she said as she raised an eyebrow. "So is it?"
He shrugged. "Maybe, why should I tell you?"
She smiled. "I knew it," she said closing her eyes as the rain seem to stop and the sun crawled out behind the clouds and started to warm her.
"I never said anything to prove your accusation," he said lowly almost as if she was already angering him.
She opened her eyes again and nodded as she turned. "Happy birthday, Malfoy," she said walking away. She could feel his eyes burn into her back. Feeling a bit more proud she walked with her head a bit higher as she began to hum a song. But as she neared the exit she felt a strong urge to turn back around. Ignoring such a ridiculous feeling she headed back home.
Author's Note: Story and movie by Nicholas Sparks inspired me.