Rain by glitterbracelet

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 30/03/2004
Last Updated: 30/03/2004
Status: Completed

It's been a while since graduation, and Hermione looks back on all the memories she has with
Harry while it's raining.




1. Rain
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I remember kissing you for the very first time in the rain. The droplets clustered on your
glasses, but your eyes were closed so it didn't matter that you couldn't see. It started
off so sweet, and then it got harder and more violent, just like the storm we were caught in. And
your arms wrapped around my waist and my arms wrapped around your neck and we just stood there and
kissed until the rain stopped and we were both drenched and we realized that we would be missed if
we tarried any longer.

I remember making love to you for the very first time in the rain. You spread your cloak out
underneath the drooping willow by the lake and you drew me to you and kissed my lips and then my
neck and then my collarbone, working your way lower and lower. And the rain started to fall as you
entered me, huge drops splishing against your back as you moved on top of me. And as I moaned and
screamed in ecstasy, the thunder rolled across the air and the lightening hit the ground. And when
you were finished, we lay curled together and you ran your fingers through my brown curls as the
rain drenched our bodies once again.

I remember our wedding in the rain. You looked as nervous as I was, and I forced a smile just
for you, even though I wanted nothing more than to cry from nerves. I never thought I'd cry for
you then. You said, “I do,” and the rain began to fall and you laughed as water ruined our perfect
wedding cake. “It seems everything important happens in the rain, don't you think?” I laughed
and agreed and then we were married and I kissed you once again in the rain.

I remember watching you be buried in the rain. I had grown pale and the ebony of my clothes only
made it worse. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry when they put you in the ground. I had shed
enough tears. But then the rain started and I couldn't help myself. It mingled with my tears
and not even I could tell if the saltiness on my tongue was rain or not. And I said goodbye and I
wished not for the first time that I could be with you in death, as I always was in life. And I
stood there long after everyone else had left - except Ron, of course, but he was sitting in the
car, waiting to take me home. I stood there and the rain poured harder than I had ever seen it
pour, and my woolen robes grew heavy with water. I was so wet I could hardly breathe, and I still
stood there crying, watching the fresh earth over your grave turn into muddy puddles, and I fought
the urge to throw myself into that puddle just to be with you. I still fight that urge. I'll
never stop.

And people ask me why I hate the rain.



