When It Rains

A/N: Sorry guys about the wait- had a lot to do and have been reading each review carefully!

This could be the last chapter for a while as the story will undergo its 'revamp.

But keep checking back of course!

Now I said 'could' because I'm not entirely sure whether I want to revamp yet or not!

Chapter 6

          "Why does she keep doing that?" Ron asked Harry as he watched Lavender whisper something to Parvati, causing them to both giggle hysterically. Harry turned in their direction and shrugged as he looked back at Ron.

          "They're girls?" he replied ceremoniously.

          Ron frowned as he moved one of his pawns a space forward, "yes, I know they're girls, but I mean why do they keep giggling and looking at me like I'm something my owl choked up?"

          Harry smiled at Ron before moving his knight to the square which Ron's pawn currently occupied, "hah! Girls giggle, it's just the way they are, I mean they either think something's tremendously funny or terribly sad, take Cho for example – you try to ask her out on a date or say something nice to her, she immediately turns on the waterworks and starts talking about Cedric, I know it was very sad and yes she has every right to be upset but, well you know…I thought she would have been over it, it was three years ago.." Harry trailed off quietly, Ron nodded his head seriously in agreement.

          "What about Hermione?" Ron said suddenly, "she never thinks anything is 'tremendously funny' or 'terribly sad' – with exceptions, is she a girl?" Ron asked in a horrified tone, his face had gone pale and his eyes were wide with angst.

          Harry took one look at his friend and burst out laughing, "of course Hermione is a girl, what did you think she was, a three headed dog?"

          Ron chewed his bottom lip, "lets drop the subject."

          Harry laughed and went back to concentrating on how to beat Ron at the chess game.

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          Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth as he sat on the edge of his bed holding a piece of parchment, his eyes quickly scanned the small letter but still he didn't understand what it meant.

Draco,

I will be awaiting your company in Hogsmeade this Saturday, rest assured you will be given only the information you need.

L. X. Malfoy

          Oh yes his father was up to something, and it bugged him that his father always knew more than he did, he frowned as he folded the letter and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

          It was time for a walk…

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          He had reached the entrance hall when he met Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, naturally he couldn't resist.

          "Uh, the famous Potter and his little poor stricken side-kick Weasley, still alive I see, such a pity," Draco mocked a sad tone and bowed his head, he looked back up to see Ron fuming and Harry looking at him with great distaste.

          Shaking his head, he casually leaned against the wall, "you know, you're missing something."

          Ron stamped his foot, his face a furious crimson colour, "what money?" he spat angrily, "haven't you got anything new to say, Malfoy?"

          "No I didn't mean that, I meant where is that pathetic little mudblood that follows you everywhere? That reminds me," Draco's face brightened as he smirked at Ron, "I ran into her a couple of nights ago and guess what Weasley..she was all over me."

          That was it, Ron couldn't take it anymore, he made a funny noise before running at Draco. Harry failing to hold him back. But Draco was out of the way before Ron could even reach him.

          "Sorry Weasley, no time for fights today, even though I would love to kick your backside again, "Draco stressed then looked over to Harry, "oh and Potter, go jump off a cliff."

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          Hermione found herself gradually becoming more cheerful through the day, the quietness of her room, away from the other students had given her solace and she was thankful for that fact.

          She imagined Lavender in her predicament, god the girl would have moaned and moaned, probably never would have recovered or would she have just laughed it off and grinned saying Malfoy had succumbed to her charms?

          Hermione shuddered and looked at the sheets in the corner of her room, she should really have thrown them to the house elves earlier but she had forgotten about them, she had no doubts that the house elves would respect her privacy and wouldn't ask questions as to why there was blood on her sheets.

          At that moment there was a knock on her door.

          Getting up from her chair, she opened the door and was greeted by the site of her friends.

          "Hi Harry, Ron," she smiled, actually pleased to see her friends for the first time in a little while. She noticed that Ron was pinker than normal, but decided not to query, she looked at both of them expectantly.

          "Are you okay?" Harry asked unsurely. Hermione was about to answer when Ron interrupted.

          "Were you all over Malfoy a few nights ago?" he blurted out, still angry from the confrontation a few minutes ago.

          Hermione almost threw up with shock, they knew, they knew, they knew???

          "Ron!" Harry snapped at his friend, Ron however focused on Hermione's expression and looked mortified by what he saw.

          "I don't believe this…" he muttered suddenly, his eyes narrowing, "please tell me it was a love potion or something.." he said to Hermione who was finding it hard to breathe.

          "Hermione?" Harry asked her with concern.

          "Y-Yes," she managed to choke, "how, how did you know about that?"

          "From the nasty little snob himself!" Ron roared, punching his fist into his other hand.

          "What did he say?" Hermione asked with full dread.

          "He said that you were all over him," Ron whispered with utter disgust.