Title: In The Rain
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Length: 500
Content notes: None.
Author notes: For fan_flashworks Challenge #22, "Cliche". Classic cliche of 'trapped in the rain'. XD Also for cottoncandy_bingo square "Stroll".
Summary: "It's England, Granger. Dear old soggy England. Of course it's going to rain."



"You couldn't have guessed this might happen?" Draco gestured at the dark clouds and the wall of water sheeting off the plastic roof of the shelter. He pressed further into the corner to avoid the splashes as rain hit the puddles outside, then raised his voice. "It's England, Granger. Dear old soggy England. Of course it's going to rain." He wrung out his sleeves and sighed before glaring at her. "What did you say? 'Let's take a walk, Draco. A stroll together would be nice, Draco. We don't need our wands for this, Draco.' Why on earth did I listen to you? What were you thinking?"

Hermione watched him silently until he took a deep breath, then launched herself across the shelter and caught him in a squelching hug. Draco yelped. Hermione laughed and pushed his hair away from his eyes. "I was thinking... I could do this." She licked water off his neck, then sucked a drop from his earlobe.

Draco's head hit the wall. He grunted, lashes fluttering. "You knew it was going to rain," he muttered. He gripped the sides of her dress and squeezed water out to drip over his fingers. "Our wands and the umbrella. You left them behind deliberately."

"Ten points to Slytherin." Hermione lifted his hand to her mouth and sucked a raindrop off his knuckle. "I had plans for you, Malfoy. Terrible, wicked plans. They involved getting you stuck in a storm, huddled in a shelter soaking wet, with nothing but body heat to keep you warm." She released him and stepped back. Her eyes sparkled as she grinned. "But if you'd rather stand there and whinge, go right ahead."

Plopping onto the narrow bench near the shelter's opening, she crossed her legs and hummed offkey. "Lovely weather," she said in a bright voice. "Shame you're hiding over there."

Draco eyed her. Her dress was stuck to her skin, almost transparent in places. It showed every curve of her body and clung to her legs. Getting caught in the rain certainly had worked out for her. He was convinced he resembled a drowned rat at the moment, but Hermione had his full attention.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. Wrapping both arms around her torso, she gave a dramatic, patently false shiver. "Aren't you going to keep me warm?" She fluttered her lashes and pouted.

Snorting, Draco pushed off the wall of the shelter. He straddled the bench behind her. "All right, all right, you faker." He squeezed rain out of her hair and draped it over her shoulder, then wrapped both arms around her waist as she leaned back against him. "Next time you do this, Granger, pick a better day. If it's a warm rain, I'll stay out in it with you. We'll take a nice long walk, get completely soaked, and you can lick all the water off me that you please."

Hermione tipped her head on his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. "Sounds good."