Ron was sitting at his wooden chair in his kitchen. It wasn't overly comfortable, but he could see out of his apartment window.

From the large glass window on the top floor he could see across a large park. It had a gigantic lake and many large trees. The rain was creating streams if water against the frosted window. He sighed; Every time it rained he was reminded of so many years ago. He hated that time. It brought up so many bad memories. Reminded him of better times when he wasn't lonely.

Ron was lost deep in his own memory. The girl of his life kept running through his head. Her final words echoed in the empty chambers of his head.

Flashback

'Hermione!'

'Ron! Let me go! Please!' a girl screamed back, twisting her body to try and get out of his firm hold.

'Hermione. Listen to me! It's not what you think it is!'

'No! Just let go of me! I want to go home!'

'You can't go home. It's…. It isn't how it seems… you came in at the wrong time… it isn't how it seems… please! Believe me!'

'Ron! Don't lie to me! I'm not stupid! You were here. With Lavender! I don't care what you say! Let me GO!' she shrieked, twisting one last time and yanking herself out of his harsh grip.

'Where will you go Hermione?' he sneered

'Why do you care?' was her only choked reply.

'I mean… it's raining! You'll get wet! You never were that stupid!'

'So what! I don't care where I go, so long as it is away from you!'

'Hermione for the last time! You can't go anywhere! It's raining!'

'Don't you just love the rain?' she cried, tears streaming down her face, like the rain hitting the windows.

And with that she tore from the house, crying. The last thing he saw was her lone figure, disappearing into the rain, cold and fog.

Ron remembered being so heartbroken. He hadn't left his house for a week. Then when he gained confidence he had gone out to where she lived. But all he had found was a large 'FOR SALE' sign on the door. He lost all track of Hermione Granger. He never saw her again.

He often wondered what happened to her. Seven years on and he hadn't seen her. Was she still Hermione Granger? Was she married? Did she have kids? Were there little Hermione's running around? Was she still in the country?

Ron had spoken to Harry and he knew that Harry knew where Hermione was. But every time Ron saw him, Harry would carefully avoid all subject of anything Hermione. Ron had only attended his sister's wedding because he had hoped to see Hermione. But she never turned up, but Ron saw her wedding gift on the table. She knew that he would be there so she didn't even turn up to her own best friends weddings.

Ron had never ever gotten over Hermione. In the last few years he had distanced himself from his sister and Harry and anyone else that came near him.

He looked out the window before making a quick decision. Grabbing his long black coat, he flung it over his shoulder and walked out his apartment door towards the elevator.

It was time to go visit his lake again.

Hermione was wandering around her cold apartment. She was lost. And lonely. The rain was pelting her window. Her jumper wasn't doing much; she was still cold to the bone. She grabbed her wand, hoping for a chance to warm herself.

'Incendio!' she thought as she pointed her wand at the fireplace. She wanted to be able to curl up in bed, with someone beside her to keep her warm.

The fire was crackling, heating every corner of the apartment, and still Hermione couldn't warm herself. She pulled her thick brown curls into a bun, before sitting down, curling her arms around her knees. She sat against the cold window feeling the rain hit the icy glass. She twisted around so she could see out her window. She was close to a large park. The lake was closest to her. From right across the park she could see a number of large apartment buildings like the one she was in now.

She loved the rain. It had it's own song. She loved to just look at the rain as it danced on the windows. She remembered, as a child, her mum used to let her go out every time it rained. As a seven year old she would dance, and splash and laugh while the water poured over her face. Then for hours afterwards, her bushy (now curly) hair would puff right out once it had dried. It wouldn't go into a ponytail or a bun or a plait or anything. It was uncontrollable.

But also, as much as she loved the rain, the rivulets of water also brought up so many bad memories. She couldn't help but remember her last words to Ronald Bilius Weasley. They didn't just represent the last thing she said, but also the last time she ever saw him.

She had written to Harry and Ginny for a while after that. They had invited her to the their wedding but she knew Ron would be there. Kindly she owled them Congratulating them, telling them, just how very pleased she was and she sent her gift. But she never showed up. She couldn't face Ron.

She remembered walking out on Ron, crying as she did. She remembered her walk out across the park she used to love. It was smaller than the one she lived above but it was her own. She had a favourite park bench under an ancient willow tree. She loved it there. She had shared the fact that she had loved Ron with that tree and she had shared what he had done to her. She remembered crying so hard the day she moved. She still had a few pictures of it in her photo album.

Now… in between work, she would walk through the park, or sit underneath an ancient oak tree. She would sometimes sit out on the bank of the lake, feeding fish or reading a novel.

But sometimes as she walked, she remembered the last time she walked across the old park to try and go home. She had cried the whole trip. The cold rain had mingled with her tears on her face. Falling down from her face they landed on the icy, frozen ground.

But even though she had sour memories of rain, most of the good memories had a lot to do with rain too.

She couldn't help but smile as she remembered last summer. She went out to a small lake in the hilly countryside with her little sister, who had just graduated from Muggle high school. They were both splashing around in the warm lake water when it began to rain. But it wasn't the usual rain. This was soft, large, warm droplets of water. Katherine, (her sister) had protested at first but she decided to stay with Hermione and they had spent the afternoon out in the sun shower, loving the feeling of the warm rain.

That was one of her most memorable moment with her little sister, as they didn't get that much time to spend together during school.

Deciding to have a chance to go a little wild, she grabbed her favourite, knee length pink wool coat before running out the door toward the elevator. She was going to walk in the

rain.