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It's raining in London. And I'm sitting by the phone. Waiting for her to give me a ring. Hoping that she will be back soon.
The clocks all start chiming, loud and echoing. It's way past six, the time Hermione is usually back from the university. She's always saying how driving on wet roads make her nervous. And it's raining really hard out tonight.
When her cell number is half dialed into to phone, the door opens. My Hermione is back. I let the phone fall onto the floor. Crookshanks looks at me with disapproval, but I don't care.
Her hair is frizzier than usually, but it's still gorgeous. Hermione's cheeks are tinted pink, probably from the cold. Then I notice a droplet of rainwater slid across her cheek and down her throat. I want to lick it off.
I take a step closer, she is still talking. When did she begin? "Traffic was horrid today," She explains. I'm not really listening.
She apologizes for being late again. I don't say anything. I don't have too. Through our secret language of eyes, she knows all is forgiven.
My arms wrap around her waist and I pull her body to mind. She is so soft, but cold from the miserable weather. The feeling of damp fabric is on my neck as she embraces me. It is our private ritual.
We stay like this a moment. Her cheek against my own. My forehead resting in her soft hair. I marvel at how our bodies match up and slid together, perfect and one.
I kiss that spot, where neck and shoulder meet. The place that is sensitive and is just so perfect for kissing. Hermione gives a little sigh and runs her finger through my hair. It's unimaginable, how content you can be in a person's arms.
I shift and press her lip to mine. It's like ecstasy and passion with a touch of tenderness and warmth mixed in, all stirred with plenty of love. "Wearing those cold clothes will make you ill," I whisper. "It'd be best if you took them off."
She grins wickedly and I imagine I grin back. Soon it's all kisses and touches, but we eventually make it to the bedroom. It's raining again in London. So I'll stay inside under the blankets, where it's warm, with my Hermione.
A/N: Yeah, um, this is just a random fic right here. I'm not even sure of the pairing, so Hermione/Who Ever You Please. Ta.
M.