Title: Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Rating: K+

Setting: After the war, in my own little Harry Potter world without the last two or three books.

Summary: Hermione shows Draco just how happy she is with a little carefree moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated trademarks. I just play with the world, wipe it down, and hand it back, thank you. I in no way profit from this writing.

Draco, heir to the Malfoy estates, most esteemed traitor of the war, double agent extraordinaire, devilishly handsome soon to be ex-bachelor, leaned out the window to stare at his fiancee. Hermione was splashing in the mud puddles, giggling, her face pointed at the clouds with her hands in the air. "Dear," he called to her, "remind me again why you're dancing out in the rain?" The weather had been horrid lately- squalls of rain with brief teases of sunshine and rainbows. Today was no exception.

Hermione twirled around once more before stopping, her cheeks flushed as she smiled up at Draco. She couldn't imagine a more strange pairing than the two of them. "Draco, it's the first day of spring."

Draco raised an eyebrow at her as he leaned against the window seat. The second floor bedroom was comfortably decorated and prepared for the pickiest of guests. His arms crossed, Draco tossed his bangs from his eyes with a flick of his head. "And that's significant why..?"

Hermione laughed again as the sprinkling of rain turned into a downpour, spinning in the mud puddle before she flopped down, sitting on the low stone wall that ran the edge of the property. "Because. You first kissed me four years ago. Today."

Draco's cheeks mantled at the thought. He'd been so clueless and hopelessly in love with her back then. Not that anything had changed, really. But at least he knew she felt the same way. "So me kissing you four years ago means you need to dance in the rain?" The eyebrow was back, along with a smirk.

She glared at him, her bottom lip pouting with her stubborn chin stuck out. "Don't you dare rain on my parade, Draco Malfoy!"

Draco bit back a laugh, but barely contained the smile. "I think the weather is already raining on your parade, love."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she lifted herself from her perch. "Fine. Be that way," she replied as she stuck her tongue out, and skipped around to the porch. Draco could hear the exclamations of the help already. He smiled to himself.

Perhaps there were times when dancing in the rain was warranted.

A/N: Just a little drabble... Trying to get back into the swing of things. =) Enjoy~