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Chapter 3

The greatness of Herbology, there is no other subject like it. It is one of very few subjects that are cancelled, when it rains. Whether it is just before or during the class, it is a guarantee, that it will be cancelled when it rains. The beauty of it, no one notices, except maybe Harry and Ron, that instead of going to the common room, I just wonder out into the rain.

I checked this time, to make sure he didn't notice or follow, I still haven't figured out what he wants from me. I checked to make sure that I had a jumper on, so no one could see my shirt when it goes see-through. It's just peaceful, to be outside, with no one around to bother you.

"Out again I see" a voice from behind calls,

Ahuh, and here I am thinking, that it was peaceful, I couldn't help but shake my head and ask,

"What now Malfoy, actually, don't answer that, just go away!" I reply.

"When you come out, looking for some time alone, in reality your just coming out, hoping I'm going to follow."

"Am I now?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd tell you that."

"Well now that you have told me, care to leave me alone."

"Not particularly."

Great, that's just what I need, the bouncing ferret nearby, he's like a jinx, bad things only happen when he's around. What's his fascination with me; there are plenty of other girls who would gladly like him around. Why doesn't he go bother them? Actually that's a good question, why doesn't he go bother them.

"Why must you always bother me," I ask, slightly hysterically, "why do you always target me, there are plenty of other girls who would love you to annoy them."

He laughed. The nerve, he laughed at me for asking that question.

"Because you want me too." He answered, I blinked.

"You want me, I can see it. It's fun to tease you, and ruin your fun, and you love it too. It's our little game, difference is, and I seem to be the only one who wins."

"Our game, aye?"

"Yeah, now if you'll excuse me, it's cold and I'm going inside. Till next time, aye, Hermione." Then he walked off.

I stood rooted to the spot, in some sort of shock, confusion and was it a mix of anger. I do not want him, just because he's been occupying most of my thoughts and dreams. Wait, if he follows me out into the rain that means he wants me as well. Doesn't it? Ever since that incident, a couple of months ago, ever since it first rained and he followed me outside, he's been on my case. Doesn't make sense, but two can play at this game, I'll make him wish he had never met me. With that final thought, I head back to the warmth and safety of the castle.

The good old rain, nothing can beat it, it's not as cold as snow, but doesn't have the heat of a summer's day. It's just cool and wet. It always helps me think and keeps me occupied for hours on end, whether I'm playing outside in it, or reading while it's hitting the roof at soothing beat. It can halt a class and wash away a country. It's power and brings life, it's unique, like me.

I was walking down the corridor, I seen him just ahead, and couldn't help myself. I tripped him, and bonus, his ink smashed all over him. He looked up just as I walked past, I turned around and smiled. The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of horror and anger, but the look in his eyes was better, it meant war.

THE END

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