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The light captured the drops of rain as they fell, appearing like diamonds in the sky. She stood by the window of her old flat, watching as the world was blanketed in the misty rain shining and sparkling all around.
“It’s almost magical,” she whispered softly to herself, wrapping her arms around her middle as the door to the flat closed with a slam.
That was it then. He was gone. Four months after the end of the War and her first grown up relationship was over.
She sighed softly and turned back to the window, smiling at the rain.
***
The skies darkened to black, blotting out the sun in a second. Hermione looked down at the dress she had chosen that morning, unaware of the changeable weather to come.
“Merlin’s hairy testicles,” she cursed quietly, as the first fat drops of rain fell to earth, a single drop chasing down her spine, making her shiver.
The sky brightened with a flash and she screamed, the thunder chasing less than a second afterwards.
“Stupid girl! What is wrong with you?” A tall dark man, a spectre from her past barrelled down on her, grabbing her arm and dragging her indoors.
***
“This place is a bloody nightmare, Herms. You must be able to afford somewhere better than this.” Harry frowned at her and she rolled her eyes.
“I have the house but… I haven’t been back since Mum and Dad left.” Her voice was sad as she thought about the parents who were lost to her.
“It’s time Herms, it’s past time. You’re going to lose some of these windows in this weather.” The wind whistled outside and the windows rattled in their frames. “Maybe you should take someone with you?”
And in that moment she knew who she would choose.
***
The dark clouds dulled the colours on the horizon and she tried, desperately, to hurry her steps, annoyed that he hadn’t met her as he had promised, annoyed that she couldn’t get closer without him beside her.
The gates were imposing in front of her, the castle dark and foreboding beyond. Her shoes skidded on the slightly damp ground and the world tilted sideways. A hand caught her elbow and she looked up, a dark shadow staring down at her.
A crack echoed around her as the sky lit up, throwing his face into stark relief as the rain began.
***
She was waiting for him. The fog hung like a blanket in the air, and though she knew it was unlikely, she hoped he would think to wear something bright so she could see him through it.
With a pop that she only heard because she was desperately listening for it, a patch of the fog appeared darker than before. Nothing bright then. Hopefully she could catch him before he turned the wrong way.
“Severus?” He turned then and she saw the colour his dark clothes had hidden; a bouquet of blue and pink hydrangeas was held in his arms.