Day 2: Sharing an Umbrella


A grey and cold rainy morning broke into an even more depressing afternoon with the unrelenting rain intensifying to an unforgiving downpour by two—three hours before one particular bookish Gryffindor stepped outside.

Hermione sighed when she saw the already heavy downpour worsen to a practical deluge before her eyes. She had hoped it would have stopped or lessen to a mere dizzle by the time she had finished her browsing through the many volumes on sale at Hogsmeade's only book shop: The Purple Pulp. (An odd name to be sure but a good book shop that hosted rare volumes as well as the newest editions of standard Hogwarts school texts.)

Thankfully, she was a witch with a wand and could perform an anti-rain charm but with the wind and sleet the bitter cold would not be kept entirely away. Why hadn't she brought an umbrella?

Just as she was about to abandon her temporary shelter under the Purple Pulp's canopy and face the pelting rain, a warm hand stopped her.

"Care to share?"

Hermione knew that she should be worried when her heart did a somersault upon turning to see Severus Snape holding a large umbrella betwixt them but she wasn't.

Oh, she would analyze and worry about it later—especially, the electric hum that transmitted up her arm and down her body when she accepted his arm—but that was later and now she would enjoy the stroll back to the castle beside Severus.

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