Chapter 1: Rain
It was just like any other day. Nothing special. At least not to him. He sat on the window sill staring out in the dark night. He liked having alone time. There wasn't really anyone to talk to. Like anyone from Slytherin would care about his feelings or anything that he had to say when he wasn't shooting insults at someone. He had no one.
The first day of classes, man, had it been a mess. So much homework. And since he barely paid attention to what his professors were talking about, there was no way he would know how the heck to do it. He wasn't feeling himself. He was just so. Well, Depressed.
He looked down at the tree next to the lake. He wouldn't mind looking up at the starry sky and soaking in the beauty. More people were coming into the common room. He got up and left. As he walked by some first years moved to the sides of the wide staircase, terrified, so that he could pass them. He would usually try and scare them but instead he just ignored their fear and continued walking. He walked outside and to the tree he saw from the window.
It was a beautiful night. He leaned up against the tree and stared up in the opposite direction of the castle at the night sky. He was quite enjoying the site when big threatening clouds came out of no where. It started to drizzle then grew more heavily. A bunch of other people who were outside, tried to cover their heads and rush inside. He was protected by the tree from the rain that attempted to reach him
"Come on Ginny! I don't want my homework to get wet! Snape won't accept a wet essay and I don't want to have to redo it! I can't believe he gave us so much homework on the first day…."
"What's the point of it raining if everyone runs indoors at the first glimpse of it, not noticing how truly amazing it really is."
He looked up to see two girls. One was having difficulty getting all of her stuff in her bag and the other looking straight up in the sky. It was the weaslette.
"Well, I'm going to go inside and if I were you I'd follow. You're going to catch a cold or something."
"A risk I'm willing to take! I'll catch up with you later!" she began to spin around with her arms outstretched and splash in puddles. she was quite enjoying herself. It reminded her of the time when her dad took her to the park when she was younger and it started raining. She was disappointed but her dad looked at her and asked why the glum face. He told her that sometimes you had to make the best out of a situation and that he found it to be a good thing, it raining and all. They began chasing each other and playing in the rain. She smiled at the memory and looked up allowing the rain to gently kiss her face. Her hair hung down to about halfway on her back. Her clothes began to stick to her curvy figure, which she developed just over the summer, but she didn't even notice.
He watched her dancing in the rain and smiled. 'Wow! She looks amazing!' he thought.
She suddenly felt someone's watchful glare. She looked over at a tree and saw Draco Malfoy watching her. She wouldn't allow him to ruin her moment. Draco was one of the best looking guys she knew. He had platinum blonde hair that he slicked back and grey, smoky, irresistible eyes. He was very tall. 6 foot 2. He was the enemy. Her whole family loathed the Malfoy's but she pitied Draco. She knew he didn't want anything from her, especially her pity, but he was always in such a fowl mood. She couldn't help herself.
She walked over to him.
"Why sit under a tree when you could be experiencing the freedom and joy of the rain on your face?" Ginny asked.
"Maybe because I'm not a git like you," Draco replied. Ginny ignored his comment. There was nothing that Malfoy could say to bring her down. She loved the rain.
"Maybe I am a git but at least I'm enjoying myself while you sit under a tree. Holding a grudge against the world."
Draco shot her an evil look and she shot it right back at him. He envied her. She was able to be pleased and content with her life while he could not, even though he dared not show this.
"Come on Draco! Just. Look. You'll see." She grabbed his robes and pulled him out in the rain. He at once felt the rain pour down on him and his clothes slowly clinging to himself. Although the rain was cold he felt anything but. Ginny was nearly inches away from him still grasping his robes.
He looked down at her. She was smiling once again up at the sky with her eyes closed. How much he yearned for her lips against his. He restrained himself.
Ginny opened her eyes and looked in his. "Now you can't tell me that that doesn't feel wonderful to you."
"Yes. Wonderful," Draco said under his breath. She barely heard him and tilted her head questioningly. The way he said it. She just didn't have the feeling that he was referring to the rain. He quickly snapped out of the trance she had placed upon him.
"I've got to go."
Ginny still held onto his robes. "Why?"
"Umm…..I…." Draco tried to think of a reason. "I just do okay," he said rather bitterly. He slipped out of the grasp she had on him and walked away. He tried not to look back.
She watched him leave. What had she done wrong? She enjoyed being so close to him. She thought he had been enjoying it too.
As much as he wanted to stay he knew he couldn't. He had been enjoying himself. He shook it off. Rainstorms brought out the weird side of you. He felt stupid for feeling anything towards a Weasley and decided that he feeling this way was because of the rain.