Rain fell gently against the window.
Hermione sighed happily - today was her first Saturday in months with no plans. The weather cooperated, allowing her to spend her day curled up in the window seat with a new book. Crookshanks settled on the ground near her with a yawn.
"My love?" Draco's deep voice sounded from their bedroom. "Have you seen my jersey? I'm going to be late."
Hermione smiled, looking down at the green Quidditch jersey she'd swiped from his top drawer, her favorite in-the-flat top. It smelled of his spiced cologne.
"Are you wearing -" he stopped abruptly, distracted by the gray outside.
"No intramural Quidditch today," she said, the rain pounding against the window, as if trying to prove her point.
"Damn their rules," Draco grumbled, glaring out the window. "Who cares about liability issues? When we were in school we played regardless of the weather."
Familiar with this rant, she bit back her usual retort pointing out how dangerous Hogwarts Quidditch policies had been.
Draco sighed, plopping into the window bench next to her. He laid out, placing his head on her lap.
"I'm sorry," she said, glancing down at him. He was grimacing, disappointment clear. She let her hand drop, threading it through his blond hair.
"I detest rainy days," he grumbled, though he melted into her, the frown slipping off his face. Draco pulled his snitch from his pocket, letting it dart around him.
"I know," she whispered, returning to her book. She loved rainy days.