Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine. Not the song, even though I love it.

Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you.
No more love and no more pride
When thoughts are all I have to do.

Just passion. That's all they felt as the clothing and all other obstacles were taken from their path. Their bodies intertwined as an animal need enveloped them. Swallowing them, taking away the distinction between friend and enemy, Mudblood and Pureblood.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
Felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the darkness I remain.

They were outside, at the total mercy of nature, and boy did nature abuse them. The storm that fell around, though, was nothing compared to the storm raging in each of their eyes. As he devoured every inch of her skin, he pounded into her relentlessly. She spiraled downward and upward at once, into her release and her oblivion, screaming his name to the world, her back arched in total abandon.

Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry.
They magnify the one within
And let the outside slowly die.

Days passed. She continued to feel for him, although he had accomplished his goal. The Slytherin Sex God had triumphed over the Gryffindor Princess. Put thoughts in her head other than those of studying and fitting in. She finally approached him one day and told him her feelings. Of course he laughed. What more could she offer him? He'd had his fun, he'd done what he wanted. She was nothing but a Mudblood again, even dirtier for letting him have his way. As he walked away laughing, she turned and walked in the opposite direction, crying, hoping he would rethink, knowing that he never would.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
I felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the water I remain
Running down

It was raining again when she went out to sit at her favorite thinking spot, down by the lake. Surrounded by the water, her tears were barely noticeable, but she felt each burning trail down her cheek. What would she do now? She couldn't tell Ron and Harry, they'd never forgive her. She sat there in the silence, thinking, solving this problem like so many others.

Running Down

She couldn't even contemplate suicide, he wasn't worth that much to her, not if he could hurt her this bad and laugh. What to do?

Running Down

She realized what she had to do. The rain washed away some of the hurt, and she realized only time could do the rest. She wasn't some weak little mudblood, she was a smart, pretty, confidant girl and she would get past this. Others would fall for her and when he realized just exactly what he had done by laughing at her and turning away, she would return the favor. So she would do what she always did, for something in that had attracted him in the first place. She would show him. Even if it still hurt, she wouldn't let him know that he had that power over her. She stood, drenched from the rain, but no longer crying. Somehow, she had been cleansed.

Running Down