A/N a songfic I wrote while procrastinating on yet another project

Disclaimer I own Harry Potter? Boy, that's new. I wonder when that happened?

(10 seconds later)

What? I don't own Harry anymore? Hmph! Way to burst my bubble.

So JK own HP, and Jimmy Buffett owns the song "Barefoot Children in the Rain"

Pitter patter, pitter patter – the rain started to fall

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt

Thunder rolls like a bass drum note

The sound of the weather is heaven's rag-time band

She sat there by the fire, working. When, all of a sudden, she glanced out the window.

We all fell down from the Milky Way,

Hanging' round here till the judgment day

Heaven only knows who's in command

She closed her books, and took them up to her room. Then she came back down to the common room and walked out the portrait hole. I followed her down the stairs and halls, then out the front doors of Hogwarts. She took off her shoes and socks, and ran out into the torrential rains. And started spinning, leaping, and running about.

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We'd be swinging on a ball and chain

It's always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

I stood there watching her from the safety of the doorway. Then she saw me and froze.

Show me yours and I'll show you mine

Take me back to days full with monkey shine's

Bouncing on a bubble full of trouble and the summer sun

I walked towards her.

Keep your raft from the river boat

Fiction over fact always has my vote

And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

Then she ran, she ran as hard as she could, and then harder. I could see her pushing herself, willing herself to go faster, and she flew. There was no way I could apologize for walking in on her; there was no way that she could ever forgive me. This was her secret, and I'd ruined it.

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We'd be swinging on a ball and chain

It's always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

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Barefoot children in the rain

I ran after her, my muscles burned, but I still ran after her.

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt

Thunder rolls like a bass drum note

Bouncing on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun

Suddenly she stopped running and turned, turned to face me.

The sky turns blue and the sun appears

But the question's still "what are we doing here?"

I don't think the answer's close at hand

I slowed and walked up to her. I was right in front of her. I opened my mouth to speak, and then she kissed me. Two seconds later, she ran off again. But this time I didn't chase her. She'd more than forgiven me – she'd kissed me, and that was all I'd ever wanted.

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We'd be swinging on a ball and chain

It's always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

In the rain

In the rain

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