By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: For the last time, I own absolutely nothing!

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed. Also, if you can tell me what other piece I've written & posted here that Healer Thumpkin was in, your first name will be included in the sequel! If you guess, please leave your first name in your review along with your guess! I'd just like to thank all of you for your support during this fic. I hope you enjoy this last and final chapter, and the sequel as well. You guys rock!

This is a shorter chapter, but there really wasn't much I needed to write. I just wanted to say that I never ever expected to get this many reviews. You guys rock, and for that, I'm going to write you a sequel. Thank you for everything, you guys!

SEQUEL: What? Sequel? Yes. This is the last and final chapter of Rain… dun dun dun. The Sequel, which is currently untitled, will be posted during August or as late as mid September. Please keep an eye out for it!

CAUTION: Proceed with caution. This chapter and the rest of the story will contain HBP spoilers. You have been warned and I will not feel bad if you are mad that this story is containing spoilers. Note, the spoilers will not ruin you! Not the entire fanfic is spoiler-fied. McGonagall does not die in the book!

Steelo: Yeah, well, this is neither a happy ending nor a sad one. But I guess you just have to take it as you get it.

mrsbnm-of09: Please forgive me. This is the last chapter. But there will be a sequel, mark my words! Anyway, I am so glad that you like this story so much. Did it really make you cry?

FlairVerona/Slytherin Queen: Of course, your majesty. ) Is this soon enough?


CareBearErin: Thank you. My thoughts on Snape? He's evil. Hee hee. But he isn't really going to be in this story at all, so no worries, right?

defyingXXXgravity: Thank you. It was a twist, huh? Well, is this soon enough?

Athena: I figured you would like the flashback. I put that in there just for you! Don't worry; they'll get buckets full of alone time in the sequel.

Larinyx lynn-zabini's lover: Well, I'm glad you reviewed. Sorry, though. No more kisses in this story! (I feel your pain though. In the sequel, they will kiss a lot more, believe me…)

blondestbrunette: Sometimes you just have to have things be a tiny little bit sad.

maraudin-around: Sounds like someone's happy…

Mercedes: Now you can say you've gotten your wish.

I'm not going to bother to tell you about the names in bold.

Ship: Blaise/Hermione

Genre: Drama/Romance

Chapter Twenty: Love's Labors Loss


It had been two weeks since the attack, and Hermione was visiting Blaise at St. Mungo's. The curse had affected him, he had been near death, but he was alive, and that was the only thing that mattered.

"Blaise," Hermione smiled, running over to his side and giving him a quick kiss. "Oh, Blaise…"

"I'm getting out today," Blaise told her proudly, grinning. "Healer Thumpkin said it was alright."

"Awesome." Hermione told him. "I am very glad."

And she was. The last two weeks at Hogwarts had been awful. With the return of Dumbledore and the death of the Transfiguration teacher and assistant Headmistress, along with Jorge Zabini's death, the school had been in terror. Luckily, it had quieted down. Hermione hated being locked up in that dorm by herself. But now that Blaise was coming back, things would finally begin to lighten up.

"Do you want to help me pack?" Blaise asked her, snapping her back to the present. Hermione nodded. Blaise rose off his bed and stood up. He was still weak from the curse, and Thumpkin said he might never be the same energetic Quidditch-playing teenager again. But Hermione didn't care. As long as he was the same Blaise Zabini she fell in love with she would never care.

And she had no idea how much that meant to Blaise.


He looked up from his bed. It had been exactly two weeks since Blaise had left and his father had been killed. Exactly two weeks since the day Draco met Lord Voldemort face-to-face to receive his Dark Mark.

Lord Voldemort had given him two orders; orders that Draco knew he could perform easily and with flair.

Give this ring to Blaise Zabini.

The ring was interesting, silver, with an emerald incrusted in the middle. It was old and chipped in places, but just holding it in his hand made him feel powerful; he was a Death Eater, and he was fulfilling Lord Voldemort's, the greatest wizard to ever walk the Earth, orders. He had been warned not to wear the ring at all.

The second was simple.

Play dumb with Hermione Granger… And then kill her when she least expects it.

Draco smiled at this one. So Granger was a mudblood, but she wasn't ugly. If she was in Slytherin, he might have dated her- if she didn't turn out to be such a know it all.

But she had no idea about her and Blaise's fate.


Allowing herself to accept everything that had happened was hard; but realizing the harm it did to Harry was even harder. He had murdered someone, and it had taken a toll on him. He had stopped talking, and he had stopped smiling… He hadn't even kissed her in the last two weeks. Something had to be done.

And for the first time, Ginny realized she wasn't the one to do it.

Harry had to solve this problem. And he had to solve it alone.


Minerva McGonagall's funeral took place the day after Blaise returned from St. Mungo's.

The attendance was wild- the entire Hogwarts population and many from Hogsmeade and London. Dumbledore spread her ashes into the wind, the way McGonagall had always wanted, to be free.

It rained the entire time. Hermione and Blaise sat next to each other, holding hands, somber and solemn, respectful as was expected. Thankful that they were alive and together.

Ginny and Harry sat next to them, stiff and quiet. Harry could barely think. Ginny looked uncomfortable.

Pansy sat next to Blaise, but next to her was Ron. They had been holding hands through the entire ceremony like Blaise and Hermione.

Draco Malfoy was not present.

The death of a teacher never affected him.

Like he cared, anyway.

And throughout the entire funeral, it rained.