Hey , I love storms and I love the idea of this situation, my friend helped adapt it so thanks to her. Anywho thank you for reading this, and please let me know what you think thank you again, much love :)

Summary:

Hermione's favourite weather strikes and she jumps at the chance of being outside while the storm passes through. What happens when she meets someone outside who is also partial to a storm?

It will rain.

"Hermione, no." Ron said, Harry nodding along with him.

"You're not my dad, I can do what I like as long as it doesn't impede any school rules and I'm pretty sure this doesn't. You can't tell me what to do." Hermione said as she was packing up her books.

"No, but we are your best friends and we are just looking out for you." Harry said

"Oh please I have been doing this for years, thousands of time and nothing bad has happened yet so I don't see why it should now." Hermione shrugged.

"It's just... it's not the smartest idea." Ron said.

"Oh come on! Live a little. Nothing could ever happen."

"What if you get ill?" Ron pleaded.

"I've got a good immune system." Hermione looked at her sceptical friends. "I'm not going to get ill, nothing's going to happen, it's just my way of relaxing. So I'll see you later." Hermione called as she ran out of the library.

"There is no helping that girl. It's freezing out there and it's raining buckets." Ron shook his head. Harry sighed and returned to his homework.

"What can you say? She has always liked going out and getting caught in thunder storms."

Hermione ran down the empty stone halls. It was after dinner so most people were in their common rooms. She heard a clap of thunder and almost shouted with excitement. Hermione didn't know why she liked to be outside in a storm, she had loved it since she was a child. When she had first been caught she was with a childhood friend and hadn't stopped doing it since. She loved to feel the full force of nature, the rain pounding against her, the sound of thunder, the flash of lighting filling the sky. Everyone thought she was crazy but she didn't care . Hermione felt like she was in the middle of everything. She felt close to nature, the true magic in the world. She dumped her satchel in the corner of the entrance hall and ran into the rain and rand down to the edge of the lake, standing about ten foot from the waters. Hermione smiled as she saw the scenic mountains awash with the falling rain glinting in the slight sun. Her hair was plastering to her face. Her school clothes becoming heavy and her skirt dripping. She flung off her socks and peeled off her cardigan. Hermione opened her arms and laughed.

"Wow I never thought I'd catch the Gryffindor princess in such a state." A deep voice said from behind her. Hermione turned around to see Draco Malfoy. He was stood under the oak tree that Hermione had passed. His feet were also bare but he wasn't in his school uniform as he had probably gone back to his common room after lessons to change, where as Hermione had gone straight to the Library and spent all evening studying there. He had grey shorts slung around his hips. He had his hands in his pockets leaning against the tree on one shoulder, ankles crossed. He had a dark purple polo shirt on and a hoodie was looped through his arm at his side. Hermione's eyes finally landed at his face. His lips were pressed together. His hair was curling slightly from the rain and was dripping with water. When she looked at his eyes she saw him staring back intently. Hermione only registered what he said and realised that by state he must have meant the fact that she looked like a drowned rat.

"What can I say. I love getting caught in a storm." Hermione threw arms into the air. She wasn't sure why she was defending herself to him. Sure, they had put their past behind them along with any grudges. When they passed in the halls there would be no harsh word or hushed curses, they would simple smile and nod. After being pained in potions and working together (and idea of Slughorn's to help the houses bond, if Malfoy and Granger could get along anyone could) they found that actually they were actually quite similar. Similar sense of humour (they discovered when they both laughed at Slughorn being stupid enough to pair Ron and Pansy together, easily the two worst student in potions), similar intellect and similar studies. Hermione wouldn't mind the becoming friends; he would be a wonderful addition to her life. He challenged her, stretched her and always provided her with comedic material. She looked back at him to see him cross his arms under his armpits, nodding slightly.

"Makes you feel like you're in the middle of nature, doesn't it? The true magic. Almost makes you feel small and insignificant." Draco smiled. Hermione's mouth gaped open.

"What? You don't agree?" He raised an eyebrow.

"N-no. The complete opposite In fact. That's what I always say."

"Well Hermione we are a lot more alike than you like to think." Draco smiled slightly.

"Who says I don't like to think we are alike? The thought thrills me. Me, a prudish Gryffindor, like you, a badass Slytherin. That's a first." Hermione snorted causing Draco to laugh.

"You're not a prude."

"Oh really?" She now raised her eyebrow.

"Mmmhmm." Draco said knowingly.

"And how would you know that?" Hermione cocked her hip and placed her hands on them.

"Well due to my wonderful powers of deduction and detection I can tell you're not a prude by four simple observations." Draco said proudly. He stalked forwards towards her. About a metre away from her he stopped and started to walk around her in a circle.

"I'll get the first out of the way quickly. The way you sit. Legs crossed, skirt riding up your legs, leant forward, biting your lip. You have to know people, guys are looking at you and you are torturing them with every move." He said in a strained voice. He held up two fingers. "Two, as previously mentioned you skirt is four inches above your knee, defiantly not very prudish." He held up a third finger and slowly circled closer to her as he walked. "Three, you have to know that white shirts go see through in the rain and yours definitely is see through right now, but still you are out in the open for anybody and everybody." He flung his arms out wide.

"Who says this is for everyone, maybe it's just for a special someone." Hermione grinned. Draco sent her a cheeky smile.

"Be that as it may," He said stopping behind her. "Not a very prudish thing to do." He walked around in front of her dragging a hand around her waist. Hermione shivered.

"Maybe not, but you can thank Ginny for that. she decided to shrink all my clothes." Hermione tsk'd.

"Merlin bless that girl!" Draco sighed. He was stood half a foot away from her and lifted his hand to push her dripping wet hair away from her face. The rain was still falling and there were occasional claps of thunder and flashes of lightening. Draco looked at Hermione before slowly moving to kiss her. Hermione wound her arms around his neck as they kissed. Draco pulled back and kissed her nose.

"What was that?" Hermione asked blushing.

"Observation four. You're much too good a kisser to be a prude." Draco placed a hand on her check and rubbed his thumb over her lips.

"Hmmm sounds like you have done a lot of research on the subject." Hermione said bluntly, slightly annoyed that he sounded like he used this line of tons of other girls.

"Never considered it before. I made it up as I went along for an excuse to finally kiss you after months of watching you sit in the library, crossing your legs with your skirt inching up you leg, leaning forward and biting your lip." Draco said matter of factually with a smile.

"Hmmmm not rehearsed?" She asked hopefully.

"Not one bit. Not even practicing the kiss." He chuckled.

"Maybe I can help you there." Hermione giggled. They kissed again, wrapped around each other until they heard the echoing shout of Ron Weasley calling her name.

"I have to go." Hermione said pulling away and walking to the tree. She waved back to Ron. She turned her back as Draco shouted.

"So what now?" Hermione threw up her arms and faced him again.

"Hope for another storm. I sure will be." She smiled. As she ran to the castle she called over her shoulder.

"Goodbye, Draco."

"See you soon Hermione." He laughed after her.