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I hear it talking through the trees and on the windowpane

Hermione sat at her chestnut colored desk deciding whether or not she should read a letter from her... Parents? She just didn't know. She decided that the healing noise of the rain hitting the window in soft pats would help her decide. Finally, she knew what she had to do.

Mya, We thought you needed to know this...we shall be assuming that the others are dead. We are terribly sorry. We cannot tell you in a letter what we wish to tell you, for it is far too important and... well revealing I suppose you could call it. We love you Hermione...

Love always,
Mom and Dad Verona

I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you

Draco sat on his dark green velvet window seat while staring out at the rain. He loved the rain... He never used too. But the day he got caught in it with that disgusting mudblood completely changed his mind. He couldn't stand her! But the way she looked that night. Her hair was straight instead of its normal bushiness; it was always like that when it rained. Her Hogwarts robe had been discarded and her white button up shirt was sticking to her amazingly great body. Her schoolgirl skirt flying up dangerously high due to the raging winds. The mudblood actually looked hot that night. Not that Draco would ever admit that.

After a good while of day dreaming, a house elf finally interrupted Draco.

"What in bloody hell do you want?" Draco spat.

"M-master's mother would like you s-she is w-waiting in the foyer." Squeaked the little house elf.

When the cloud is rolling over,
thunder striking me

Draco walked down the nine flights of stairs to the foyer where his mother was waiting.

"Yes mother?" Draco asked quietly.

"Draco... I'm not sure how to tell you this... But... Your..." Narcissa whispered nervously.

I hear it falling in the night
And filling up my mind

All the heaven's rivers come to light
And I see it all unwind

"...Mother...?" Draco whispered quietly. "What is it that you need to tell me?"

"Draco, I just want you to know that I love you so very much. I never thought this would go through. I had no idea your father was going to go off to Azkaban. If I had known I wouldn't have done this to you."

"Mother please! Just tell me! You're worrying me."

"Yourberobedtomioneveron" Narcissa spat out extremely quickly hoping her son caught all of it. Unfortunately for her, Draco didn't.

"What? Mother I didn't catch all of that, could you please repeat it?"

Narcissa took a deep breath hoping her son wouldn't want to Avada her right then and there. "Draco, honey... you are betrothed to Hermione Verona"

"I'M WHAT?!"

On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too