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She found him in the common room staring morosely into the flames. She couldn't remember the last time they had really talked or when he had last come to her for advice or even, at the very least, help on his homework. She hadn't noticed, that was the scary thing, it dawned on her now that he had been slowly pushing her away for months and she had been so wrapped up in her own petty worries that she had missed it. He was right beside her so many times and yet so far away. She glanced up and out the window for a moment before smiling slightly and tapping him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly at her touch, people had taken to just letting him sit there.
"Come on I want to show you something." she said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the portrait hole and down to the entranceway before he had time to protest. She dropped his hand to open the doors to the grounds and stepped out and extending a hand to him, asking him to follow.
"It's raining Hermione." he observed mildly after glancing at her hand.
"I know." she said said with a smile.
"We don't have our cloaks Hermione" she smiled a little more at this and stepped back inside to take his unresisting hand and pull him into the doorway.
" When I was little I was deathly afraid of the rain," she said looking out on the torrent "I was firmly convinced that I was made of sugar and spice and that if I went out in the rain I would melt. My mother was the one who convinced me that I was wrong. She carried me outside one paticularily rainy day and told me that you can either live with your fear and all of it's limits or you can embrace it, love it and find something greater than yourself." She opened her arms to the wind and stepped out into the rain. " Am I melting Harry? " she asked turning to face him.
" No." he whispered just above the sound of the rain.
" I found out that day that I was stronger than I thought." She stretched out her hand to him once more " I won't break Harry." And this time he took her hand and drew her close.
She found him in the common room staring morosely into the flames. She couldn't remember the last time they had really talked or when he had last come to her for advice or even, at the very least, help on his homework. She hadn't noticed, that was the scary thing, it dawned on her now that he had been slowly pushing her away for months and she had been so wrapped up in her own petty worries that she had missed it. He was right beside her so many times and yet so far away. She glanced up and out the window for a moment before smiling slightly and tapping him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly at her touch, people had taken to just letting him sit there.
"Come on I want to show you something." she said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the portrait hole and down to the entranceway before he had time to protest. She dropped his hand to open the doors to the grounds and stepped out and extending a hand to him, asking him to follow.
"It's raining Hermione." he observed mildly after glancing at her hand.
"I know." she said said with a smile.
"We don't have our cloaks Hermione" she smiled a little more at this and stepped back inside to take his unresisting hand and pull him into the doorway.
" When I was little I was deathly afraid of the rain," she said looking out on the torrent "I was firmly convinced that I was made of sugar and spice and that if I went out in the rain I would melt. My mother was the one who convinced me that I was wrong. She carried me outside one paticularily rainy day and told me that you can either live with your fear and all of it's limits or you can embrace it, love it and find something greater than yourself." She opened her arms to the wind and stepped out into the rain. " Am I melting Harry? " she asked turning to face him.
" No." he whispered just above the sound of the rain.
" I found out that day that I was stronger than I thought." She stretched out her hand to him once more " I won't break Harry." And this time he took her hand and drew her close.