AN1: This is more like what my original idea was!! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: We've been though this enough so you already know the answer.
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Hermione was bored. True, she was supposed to be teaching a class, but at this point she would do almost anything to get out of it, the reason being the weather. Today was Hermione's favorite kind of day. It was outcast and it looked like it would rain. She absolutely adored the rain.
She gazed out the window in a pensive fashion and daydreamed about playing in the rain. As infantile as that sounded, there was nothing else she would rather be doing right now. Quickly she wrote some bookwork for the class and sat at her desk and wished that it would rain. Hermione could just picture herself in the rain, having a blast dancing and twirling about. Then the picture in her head changed from her being alone in the rain to her kissing Draco, in the rain of course!
Yes, that would definitely be the highlight of my day, if not my week!
Hermione heard one of her students giggle in the corner and was immediately snapped out of her reverie. Oh yeah, I have a class in session. I can't just excuse myself and play in the rain while they are in here...unattended. Hermione gasped. She had an idea!
"Would you guys like to do something fun?" Hermione laughed to herself as she heard a 'yes' from every person in the classroom. She did tend to make rainy days awfully boring for them though, so she understood the class wanting to have fun.
"Let's go outside! I'll cut the assignment down so that you'll have less to do and that way we can spend some time outside just enjoying the rain. How about it?" Again, there were yeses from every person and heads nodded eagerly.
"Great, let's go!" By the time they had gotten outside, the rain had increased its tempo; the slight drizzle had elevated into a pretty fast and mildly heavy rainfall. Hermione wished it were a downpour, but she still wasn't complaining for rain was rain, no matter how hard it was falling. With a smile, Hermione started skipping and twirling around in the rain. She transfigured her professional attire to a swishy skirt that fell somewhere between her knees and ankles, and a long sleeved shirt with bright plastic rain boots—much to the amazement (and amusement) of her class. But Hermione didn't even care. They could name her the looniest teacher at Hogwarts and she wouldn't bat an eyelash.
Hermione stopped her twirling for a moment and just stood still. The second part of her earlier daydream—the part her boyfriend was in—just announced its presence in her mind. She really wanted Draco to be here, that would completely make her the happiest teacher at Hogwarts. But, alas, Draco probably was in the middle of work and didn't know that it was raining. And even if he did, how would he know that she was on the Hogwarts lawn? If he apparated to find her, he would have probably apparated into her living quarters and waited for her there. She sighed and a sad smile made its way onto her face. What a mood ruiner.
Well playing in the rain was fun while I was happy. Now I think it will just make me sad. She glanced at her class. They turned their heads hastily, not wanting her to know that they'd been watching her. Maybe this was a stupid idea. I was the only one cavorting in the rain. I shouldn't have come out here. I should have known that being in the rain would only remind me of the one thing that I want to do. As Hermione slowly made her way back to the tree that her class was all gathered around, she heard a small 'pop' behind her. She didn't look back; it couldn't be who she wanted it to be.
Hermione continued to walk, that is, until something wrapped around her waist. She tilted her head and when she saw who it was, her face lit up. It was Draco. He'd found her!
He bent down and whispered in her ear, "How did I know I'd find you here?"
She smiled coyly back at him, thrilled to pieces that he had somehow intuitively known where to find her when she wanted him most. "I don't know, you tell me."
"I would rather not."
Hermione pouted. "And why is that?"
"Because I would rather just do this." Draco planted his lips firmly on hers and kissed her. Hermione smiled into his kiss and wove her hands into his hair. He took hold of her and lifted her up, all the while maintaining their contact. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clasped on tightly. They were getting soaked, but neither of them cared enough to break apart.
Meanwhile, the rain poured on.
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AN2: Review! Thanks.
lovelove, Amanda