I do not own Harry Potter.
On rainy days, she read. She curled up in her favorite arm chair by the fireplace, and cracked open a book, no matter the genre, and just read. She would tune out all of the people milling around her, because really, who was it that went outside when it rained, and just read. "Why, fancy seeing you here?" A voice said from above her.
Hermione looked up. Fred was standing there, looming above her. "This is the common room, Fred." She replied, amused. "And we are both Gryffindors."
"Ah," He said as he sat down on the arm of the chair. "But you could've been in the Great Hall, or at the library, or on the grounds"
"Why would I be out on the grounds, Fred?" She interrupted. "It's raining sheets out there."
Fred leapt up. "So you're to say you've never played in the rain?"
She nodded. "It always seemed a bit foolish to me, really."
"Well, we are going to this instant!" He pulled her up and began to drag her across the room.
She dug in her heals and put her hands on her hips. "What makes you think I'm going with you, Fred Weasley?"
He put on puppy dog eyes. "Please?" he begged piteously.
She huffed and threw her hands in the air, but followed him out. "Fine, then." From then on, she played in the rain.