Rain, Rain

Spongmonkey#1

Rating: PG (for language)

Summary: Hermione thinks back on her secret relationship after his death

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other mentioned characters, etc. They all belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling

A/N: This is my first fic, and I want constructive criticism. I do not, however, want flames. I want to know how to improve my work, not how much it sucks. If you do 'flame' my work, It'll only show everyone how ignorant you are. Also, If you don't like the ship, don't read my story.

Hermione sat staring into space as she thought about what had happened in her life.

When she was 6, she rode her first bike. When she was 10, she broke her arm.

When she turned eleven, she received a letter tied to an owl saying that she had been acceppted into Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

'Woah! Wichcraft and Wizardry?' she had thought, 'Where'd that come from? How am I a witch?'

Done thinking back on her prior stupidity, she thought about him. Harry. The Harry. Harry Potter.

It was a wonder that she even knew him, let alone be one of his best friends. A best friend he had died to save.

However, at that point, his lover.

His secret lover, Hermione Granger. Big toothed and bushy-haired Hermione.