When It Rains

Disclaimer: Do I really have to put this up here again?! --sigh-- Yes, ok, I don't own Harry Potter!

Author's Notes: Another chapter from me! Aren't you so happy? Anyway, I know I haven't been really paying attention that much to Kiora's relationship with her fellow Gryffindors, so some of that will be expressed in this chapter.

'How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home' --Bring Me to Life

A Small Something

Late that afternoon, Remus said a goodbye to Kiora as he walked out of the castle with Madam Pomfrey to go to the Shrieking Shack. She sighed and raced back to the Gryffindor common room. Sliding around the corner, she came upon the portrait of the Fat Lady in pink.

"In a hurry?" the lady asked, raising a questioning, pencil-thin eyebrow.

"Kind of," Kiora said, shrugging. "Pacem."

"Very well," the portrait sighed and swung open. Kiora stepped inside and searched the common room with her eyes. She caught no sight of the red-headed girl she was looking for so she skipped up the dormitory stairs to see if that's where the girl resided.

"There you are!" Kiora said, plopping down at the foot of Molly's bed. Molly had out a bright pink book and was searching for something. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," Molly shoved the book under her pillow and crossed her legs, turning to Kiora.

"You'll never guess what I have to tell you," Kiora said, biting down her lip to keep herself from jumping in delight.

"Hmm?" Molly asked, tucking a strand of bright orange hair behind her ear.

"Remus," she said, "well, we….he…."

"Going steady?" Molly asked, smiling.

"Uh huh!" Kiora said, grinning broadly. Molly wrapped her friend in a hug.

"That's wonderful!" she said. "Arthur and I too. But I suppose you already know that after what you saw today." Once again she blushed the color of her hair and looked down, walking her hand across the bed sheets.

"Oh…er.." Kiora said, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"Oh, it's alright," Molly said, looking up and putting her hand in her lap again. "Arthur and I knew we'd get caught by someone. We were right out in the open, after all. It's not your fault."

"So, how much do you like him?" Kiora asked, leaning back and relaxing. Molly's face brightened up, Kiora could tell this was something she had been waiting to talk about.

"Oh, so very much!" Molly said, her eyes sparkling. "He's wonderful, really. So interesting and funny. He really loves muggles. In fact, his favorite class is Muggle Studies. He does so well and he's so smart."

"I'm glad for you, you really deserve this guy," Kiora patted her friend's shoulder in a sort of congratulations.

"Thanks, Kiora," Molly smiled again. They talked for about another hour before Kiora looked at the old fashioned clock on the wall.

"Wow," she said, peering at the hands on the clock. "It's dinner time already."

"Bloody hell," exclaimed Molly. "Time sure flies." They stood up and walked to the Great Hall, choosing seats at the Gryffindor table. Molly sat on Kingsley Shacklebolt's right and Arthur Weasley's left. Kiora sat in between the twins, Kevin and Karl Broadmoor.

"Hey there, Ky!" Kevin elbowed Kiora in the ribs. She rubbed her side slightly. 'No wonder those guys are such good beaters,' she thought.

"Hi there, Kev," she smiled.

"Kevin and I are working…" Kevin began.

"On a new Quidditch technique!" Karl finished for his brother. They grinned at each other, raising their eyebrows identically. It was almost spooky how much they looked alike.

"Oh!" Kingsley said, leaning forward to hear better. "What kind is it?" Kiora wasn't the most interested she could be in Quidditch. She was horrible at all the flying lessons they had taken. And she just didn't understand Quidditch. It was fun to look at, sure. But with a choice of going to the library and watching Quidditch, she would almost definitely hit the books.

Karl and Kevin began to ramble on at the same time about some fancy new moves they had acquired. Kiora tried to be polite and listen, but all their words seemed to be just rammed together so she tuned out. At least Kingsley knew what they were saying.

After they had all had their fill, the six Gryffindors skipped light heartedly back to their common room. When they arrived, Kiora stretched up her arms and yawned.

"Ti'ed alweady?" Ted Greer smiled from his spot in an arm chair. Kiora nodded and laughed, her hands falling back down to her sides. She noticed something hanging around his neck and she asked him about. "Oh," he picked it up off his chest. It was a square, black box with some kind of circular glass in the front of it and it was hanging from his neck by a black strap. "I's a muggle camwa. Me mum gave it to me fo' my birfday. She said she though' I'd be good at takin' pictores and stuff." Molly side glanced at Kiora and giggled under her breath at Ted's odd voice. Kiora nudged her roughly in the side.

"That's wonderful Ted," she said, sitting down in a chair next to him. "What are you going to take pictures of?"

"Don' quite know yet," he admitted. "Can I take a pictore of you?" Kiora nodded timidly. He put the camera behind his right eye and shut the other one tightly. "One…two…twee.." There was a snap and a blinding flash as the picture was taken.

"Whoa…" Kiora blinked madly, seeing colorful dots in front of her vision. Ted smiled sheepishly.

"Tha' happens a lot," he said, meaning the things protruding Kiora's sight. "But the pictore was gweat. You're weally one fo' the camwa."

Kiora talked a little more to Ted about pictures before she began to get too tired to keep her eyes open. She hobbled up the common room stairs and collapsed on her four poster bed. She wondered what Remus was doing right at this moment…'I just hope he's okay…' she thought right before she fell soundly asleep.

She woke up early in the morning, clear and refreshed. Standing up off her bed, she searched around for clothes to wear that day. She found just what she needed and walked into the bathrooms to take a shower.

After she was dressed, she walked downstairs to the common room. 'Remus should be back…' she thought. 'Maybe he's with the new nurse, Pomfrey I think her name is…' She decided to go check out her theory and she pushed a strand of dripping wet hair from in front of her face. She knew she could simply use a drying spell, but she liked to let it air dry, the old fashioned way.

She arrived at the infirmary and peeked a head in. Her suspicions were correct, he was talking to the apprentice nurse as the veteran one was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. At the sound of the door opening, Remus and Madam Pomfrey turned to look at her. The senior nurse paid no attention.

"Oh!" Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth as if she had said something wrong. Remus smiled and gave her a tiny wave.

"It's ok," Remus assured the nurse. "She knows already." Pomfrey put a hand to her heart and sighed in relief.

"You had me so scared, dear," she said to Kiora. "Come in." Kiora slipped through the door all the way and waited to hear it click closed before she walked over to them. Remus was looking brighter and less pale now, but he had a few cuts and a black eye.

"Welcome back," Kiora smiled. Remus beamed at her as Madam Groban came over to them with a small cup of thick, clear liquid.

"Here you are," she said, handing the cup of medicine to Remus. "It'll get those cuts and bruises to fade away." Remus scrunched his nose up in disgust at the nidorous substance before pinching his nose and downing it. He handed the empty cup to Groban and smiled optimistically. The bruise on his eye was already fading, Kiora could see. His cuts would take a little longer, being more defined.

"Well," Pomfrey gave them a motherly grin. "I'm sure you guys don't want to spend all day in a nurse's office. So you are free to go." The two said short goodbyes to the nurses before leaving and walking down the hall.

"You're up early," Remus commented, sitting down in a squishy purple chair. They had gone to the Room of Requirement again, both woken too early to do anything else.

"Wanted to see you," Kiora said. She playfully plopped down in Remus's lap and wrapped her arms around her neck. "Let's see, Santa…I want a pony for Christmas. A big, pink pony!"

"Fresh out of those," he laughed. "Besides, Santa Claus is not real." Kiora put on fake start at this, she started to pout.

"You mean…." she said. "He's…not?!" Remus shook his head. "Great, and I had all those cookies!" Remus laughed and poked her cheerfully in the side. She slid down and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and moved his head so it was at her ear.

"Why's your hair wet?" he spoke softly into her ear. She closed her eyes, drawing small circles on his hand with her fingers.

"Took a shower," she responded.

"It makes you look like you just got in from a rain storm," he said.

"Is that a good thing?"

"It makes you look beautiful."

"I'm not beautiful."

"To me you are."

"Well, I'm glad you think so."

"I do."

"Good. Cause I think you're handsome."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Ok, fine." She opened one of her eyes and grinned at him. He stuck out his tongue, smiling.

Kiora closed her eyes again. It was like the phrase, "Small nothings". But she didn't really like that phrase. If he was whispering small nothings in her ear, he wouldn't be really whispering anything at all, would he? So what would it be called? Small somethings? That seemed fit.

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Ron's Only Girl: Ah! --writes--! I'll never ever quit, promise! (Unless the story is over, hehe)

Schnebz: Yep! And Molly has a secret in store for you as well!

Kayhera: Love your fic! One of my favorites now! Yes! I rule, soo….much. Hehe, I'm hyper. Anyway. The Calling sings "Our Lives".

Sweet A. K.: Yeah, if my friend told me they were a werewolf, I'd be kind of freaked out too, hehe. I don't know anyone that would be okay with it right away.

Phox455: Nah, even though Kiora really wants to help him and be there for him, she doesn't really like the thought of breaking so many rules and laws…sounds a bit goody-goody, but she hasnice intentions.