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Rain Dance by anthora3

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,501
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: General, Romance
Characters: Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 02/01/2007
Last Chapter: 02/05/2007
Last Updated: 02/05/2007

Summary:
On a rainy Saturday afternoon in Hogsmeade, Hermione found herself sharing a special umbrella with Draco.


Chapter 1: Rain Dance
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A/N: I do not own the characters. They’re JK Rowling’s. Also, the story line and SOME of the dialogues are lifted from the Korean movie “The Classic” So please don’t sue me.







So if anyone of you had seen the movie, you’ll surely be familiar with this.

Summary: Hermione discovers something nice about the rain. Draco/Hermione.









Jan 31, 07: Finally, after two months, I have come to my senses to have this story beta'ed. Thanks to my wonderful beta, Ash and Jay, for editing my fic.
















RAIN DANCE



anthora3








An American muggle poet once wrote that, “The best thing one can do when it is raining; is to let it rain.”



‘How unfortunately true,’ Hermione thought. Being caught in the rain wasn’t a very pleasant experience compared to being caught when it’s a warm, sunny day.

How Hermione hated the rain.




Today was raining. Just like that day.

Today was the second day of the weekend, Saturday to be precise. She was sitting at her usual corner table at Madame Puddifoot’s tea house in Hogsmeade. Though patronized mostly by couples, the cramped teashop has been Hermione’s sanctuary for some solace, apart from the more quiet school library. It had been like this for the brown haired witch for quite sometime ever since the school year had begun. Over the months, the owner, Madame Puddifoot, had grown accustomed to this Gryffindor’s frequent solitary visits and thus, she had taking a liking to this young girl. She occasionally chatted with the young girl about school or some mundane topic that she came up with.




The stout owner studied Hermione, who was once again staring outside the window, deep in her thoughts. She was unconsciously taking short sips of her cup of coffee, oblivious to her surroundings. The girl must have been here for a good 2 hours, reading a Muggle romance novel with a very relaxed countenance.

“Hermione,” Madame Puddifoot stated as she approached, snapping Hermione out of her reverie, “do you know what this is?”




Hermione stared at the umbrella Madame Puddifoot was holding.

“An umbrella?” she replied while sipping on her cup of hot coffee, a puzzled look plastered on her face. She found it rather odd for Madame Puddifoot to ask such silly questions like that. It was obviously an umbrella. A five-year old could have answered that with their eyes closed.




“A very special umbrella,” Madame Puddifoot corrected.

Hermione couldn’t help but notice the look on Madame Puddifoot’s face. She was adoringly staring at the plain black umbrella and stroking it as if it was like a fine work of art that costed a fortune.




Hermione dismissed the statement and continued to stare at the raindrops trickling down the glass window before her, a mocking grin on her face.

“They’re all the same,” she said nonchalantly.




“It is special because Draco Malfoy gave it to me, my dear. He must have known that I like him,” Madame Puddifoot replied.

It was one of Madame Puddifoot’s silly comments again, to which Hermione’s usual snort and smirk accompanied.



Draco Malfoy. Just mentioning his name gave her a tinge of uneasiness. For a moment, her thoughts drifted back to that day.

Hermione turned her gaze to the woman she was conversing with, and rolled her eyes out of amusement. She did not know whether to be confused as to why such an arrogant prick like Malfoy would give an umbrella to an elderly storeowner. Well, at least to anyone for that matter, or laugh at this woman whom she well knew had a terrible crush on the boy in question.



“Think he wouldn’t, when you flirt, scratch that, harass may be a better word and ogle at him all the time when he’s here? How could he not have picked up on those signs?”

Madame Puddifoot chuckled.



“Would you kindly return this to that handsome boy Draco, my dear?” the old lady handed her the umbrella.

Hermione gave her a questioning look.



“Madame Puddifoot, as much as I am kindly willing to do favors for you, you know well that the ferret and I don’t get along. Why don’t you give that back to him the next time he’s here? Besides, the less I see that arrogant prat, the better.” she retorted.

Ignoring Hermione, Madame Puddifoot continued.



“Do you remember when it had suddenly rained hard that day?”

Oh yes, how could Hermione not remember? The events occurred had been bothering her for a week now, and left her in nothing but confusion.






*flashback*




She was walking down on one of the streets of Hogsmeade through a sudden downpour. Searching for the nearest cover, Hermione darted to the nearby tree, mentally scolding herself for not bringing an umbrella, cloak, or even a jacket.’ Why did it have to rain?’ she thought.

She was busily fixing herself up that she failed to notice another person scurrying towards the tree a minute later.



Well, well, well…” a voice drawled behind her. A voice she well knew. “Hello there, Granger.”

She turned around, and saw a smirking Draco Malfoy in front of her.



Why aren’t Potty and Weasel with you? Did they leave you all alone in the rain?”

Devoid of any emotion, she acknowledged the male standing before her.



“Malfoy.”

‘Great. Just great,’ she thought.



Why are you here?” she spat, wondering what the hell Malfoy was doing there with her under the tree. Her tree. It was already a living hell sharing classes with him and bumping into him on the corridors, tolerating his endless insults and annoying presence, and now, why did he have to suddenly show up everywhere?

Same as you do, Granger,” he said casually. “It’s raining, and this tree is the nearest I can go to for cover. You should have figured that by now with that oversized brain of yours.”



She threw a deathly glare at him.

Feisty, aren’t we, Granger?”



Shut it, Malfoy. I don’t have time for this,” she responded, at the same time beginning to walk away from the tree, not minding the consequences of her getting soaked.

Are you stupid?! Where are you off to?” Malfoy called towards her retreating back.



None of your business.” But before Hermione even had a chance to walk further away from him, she felt a hand grab her arm and before she could say Quidditch she was hauled back under the tree.

Relax, Granger. You’re always riled up. And how stupid can you get, Granger? It’s raining hard and you’ll be soaking wet!” Malfoy lectured the nearly damp girl before him.



Ugh! Getaway from me, you prat! And since when did you care?” Hermione spat at him, not caring to hear his answer.

Since when did a Malfoy care?



For a moment, she thought she saw a glint of concern in Draco’s eyes, but that quickly melted away. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain his arrogant composure.

“Well, if you get sick, I would have to endure several days without torturing you. What’s the fun in that? Besides, I live to annoy the hell out of Mudbloods, especially you, Granger.”



Granger. She noticed how her name always easily rolled out of his mouth.

Then that would be at my advantage, wouldn’t it? Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be right now.”



And that would be?” Malfoy inquired curiously.

Uh…Three Broomsticks. Harry and Ron must be wondering where I ran off to,” she reluctantly supplied. She was supposed to meet her two best friends a half an hour ago at the bar.



That far?” Malfoy asked, as if contemplating it himself.

It’s not far. It’s just at the end of Highstreet. I won’t get wet if I stop at every shop I pass by.”



Draco was starting to take off his jacket.

What are you doing?” Hermione squeaked.



What do you think I’m doing? I’ll take you there, Granger. You’re so stupid, running off in the rain like that without an umbrella,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing.

Now, who’s stupid? You don’t even have an umbrella either. I’m not the only one who’s stuck here under the tree,” she proudly pointed out.



I’ll take you there with MY umbrella,” he said, placing his jacket above them. "Who said I didn't have one?"

It wasn’t enough to cover their entire bodies dry, but just enough to protect their heads and shoulders, if they keep close to each other. “Hold the other side,” he instructed.



She didn’t know what came over her, but she did exactly what she was told.

She stared at him. Hermione couldn’t believe this. Draco Malfoy, the bane of her existence, was offering her to take her to the other far end of Hogsmeade. He was supposed to leave her alone in the rain, and mind his own business. He could have easily used his jacket for himself and left her there, waiting for the rain to stop.



What? Stop staring like a bloody beaver, Granger!” he said, snapping out of her thoughts. “ Now, off we go. On the count of three, alright?”

She nodded.



One, two…three!”

And they stormed off in the rain.



They broke into a splashy run, side by side, their feet in synch, and bodies close to each other. It felt weird for Hermione although it was weird in a good way. They looked like scampering little kids, trying to avoid large puddles of water to lessen their already trouser-soaked state.

The truth is, Hermione was having fun and to make it worse, it was with Malfoy.



They reached Gladrags Wizardwear and stopped in front of the entrance for temporary cover.

You alright?” Draco asked with a tinge of concern.



Hermione just nodded.

Okay, well then.” He placed his jacket above their heads once more. “Ready?”



Okay,” was all Hermione could muster.

They started to run again, stopping over at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes and the post office until finally reaching Three Broomsticks. Hermione felt like there were butterflies in her stomach, her heart beating an oddly fast rate.



Um, thanks Malfoy,” she whispered, quiet but audible enough for only his ears to hear.

Don’t mention it,” Draco said as he brushed his hand along his wet, silvery blond locks, keeping the hair away from sticking to his face.



Hermione frowned as she looked at the boy in front of her. The rain had gotten stronger and Draco was giving Hermione a lot more space under the jacket than himself. Now, he was soaking wet. “But you’re soaked.”

“I was going to get wet, anyway. Besides, I think it’s nice to get wet in the rain once in a while. I love the rain,” he said with a smile.



She never saw Malfoy smile like that. Hermione liked it.

You should smile more often,” she said.



Silence.

A wave of uneasiness brushed past the two.



I should get inside.”

Yeah, you should.”



Silence.

Hermione then realized she was biting her lower lip.



Well, see you later, Granger!” He quickly turned around, placing his jacket above him, and ran towards back in Highstreet.

Her lips formed into a faint smile as she slowly pushed the door and went inside and searched for her two best friends.



Why does Three Broomsticks have to be so close?

*end flashback*






“Did you know that Draco was having coffee here when it started to rain that day?” It was more of a statement, rather than a question.



Madame Puddifoot’s dreamy eyes were staring out of the window without so much as a twitch.

“He was looking out of the window, this very window, Hermione. Then suddenly, he turned to me and asked, ‘Did you bring an umbrella?’”



Unknowingly, Hermione was inching towards the place where Madame Puddifoot stood and looked outside, just like what the lady was doing. She turned her gaze where Madame Puddifoot’s eyes were blankly staring at, like as if the old lady was re-enacting Malfoy’s actions that day. As her eyes caught the sight before her, a small gasp escaped her lips, her expression mixed with slight shock and confusion.

“I don’t know what had gotten into him, but he seemed excited and agitated. And then I said, ‘I was worried I didn’t’,” she continued. “Draco handed me his umbrella and said that I could have it. He seemed in a hurry and was saying something that it was okay to get wet. Then, he just ran off in the rain.”



The memories of that day came flooding her instantly. Just fifty feet directly outside the window, she could clearly see that tree.

Their tree. His jacket. Draco.



Suddenly, everything made sense.

“It was raining heavily outside,” Madame Puddifoot continued, oblivious to Hermione’s sudden shock. “Draco would have definitely gotten soaked if he didn’t have an umbrella. Oh Hermione, if you could have just seen his smile before he left!”



This discovery left her with emotions she can’t fully describe. She was confused, but it was a good confusion, nonetheless.

She got up, grabbing the umbrella from Madame Puddifoot.



“Madame Puddifoot,” she started, smiling at her realization, “this is indeed a special umbrella. I’ll return this to him.” As she was about to grab her own umbrella, hesitation overcame her and thought for a moment. Turning back to Madame Puddifoot, Hermione asked, “Did you bring an umbrella?”

“Of course I did,” Madame Puddifoot answered.



“But still, please take mine.” With that, she stormed off from the teahouse, leaving her pink umbrella at the teashop while keeping Draco’s umbrella with her, still unused.

She ran and headed back to Hogwarts, soaking wet in the rain.



She didn't know why, but she started to like the rain.


***




She found him sitting at one of the comfortable leather armchairs at the farthest end of the library, his feet resting lazily on top of another similar armchair, his head supported by his arm propped at the armrest, while a book was perched on his other hand.

Hermione slowly advanced towards the boy, whose silvery gaze slowly shifted from the book to her, curious as to whom his intruder was.




“Granger,” he sneered, seemingly delighted at the thought of another opportunity to torment her. However, a puzzled looked replaced his smirking face as soon as he realized something was wrong at the picture before him.

“Granger!” he repeated, but this time he sounded like a parent scolding a child. “You have an umbrella, why the bloody hell are you soaking wet?” he asked incredulously, noticing how drenched Hermione was, her bushy hair now tamed from the rain.



She looked like a duck that had swum out of the lake. His eyes traveled from her head to toe, and then saw droplets of water had formed a long, messy trail behind her. Filch would be definitely having an awful fit about this.

“It’s not my umbrella,” she replied. She knew she sounded stupid now Draco looked slightly confused. “I came here to return it to you. You left it at Madame Puddifoot’s last week.”



He simply blinked at her.

She continued with a small smile, “Am I the only one who gets wet even when I have an umbrella?” She was hoping Draco would get the hint; which he did, as his stoic expression faltered momentarily.



After a few seconds, Hermione hastily but gently placed the black umbrella on Draco’s lap. “I’ll see you, Malfoy!” she said.

Before words could escape from Draco’s mouth, Hermione was already gone.



She didn’t see the red patches slowly creeping up on Malfoy’s pale cheeks.

FIN








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