All it Ever Does is Rain
All it Ever Does is Rain
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normal\'>All it ever does is Rain (sequel
to “To Hermione”)
All it ever does is
rain. Hermione walked through the
wet graveyard thinking those thoughts.
It never stops raining anymore.
The world was crying and everyone in it joined in, tears for the fallen,
tears for themselves, and tears for the unborn that are coming into a world
full of secret misery.
Secret misery.
like her. Harry and Ron didn’t, she
couldn’t tell them. She couldn’t tell
them about the secret friend she lost.
She couldn’t tell them about Draco.
The world was coming to an end, and yet she still thought
about him. Hermione looked around the
graveyard. Fresh graves littered the
grass. Last minute graves.
Some burials didn’t even receive true funerals, not when there was
another attack.
I’m so tired of being
here
Suppressed by all my
childish fears
Hermione was alive, but she felt dead.
lecture when she returned to the safe house, if she returned.
see how invincible she really was, daring some cloaked figure to step out of
the shadows and challenge the former Head Girl.
Head Girl. That was
three years ago. Three years ago today,
in fact. Draco died three years ago,
saving Hermione’s life. Draco was dead
before he hit the ground, long dead before she could even tell him she loved
him, before she even read his letter.
She loved him.
Ron or Harry, but Hermione didn’t think so.
This was a different sort of agony that ripped her heart apart.
constantly with her. Hermione half hoped
he would come back as a ghost. A ghost
of his former self, but still there in spirit, but she knew better.
even wanted it at one time.
The first day they had a true conversation, without the
snide remarks, was the day Draco almost died.
He was alone in the astronomy tower, alone he thought at least, but
Hermione was there, there first, under a cloak that belonged to her best
friend.
She figured that Draco had come to scout the highest tower
for snog spg space, she never expected him to throw himself out the window,
headfirst to the ground.
Draco did not achieve his end though; the old school had
special charms to ward off accident, or not accidents, such as falling to the
ground. an>Han>Hermione knew this of course,
she read it in Hogwarts: A History.
After Draco’s form floated back to the safety of the castle
floor, Hermione took the cloak off and reveled herself.
can’t argue with a running jump.
And so a strange sort of bond was formed.
never knew.
A secret friendship.
To Hermione, it was all a bit of a story.
leaf. But the girl doesn’t know the
demons the boy battles, she never really would.
Draco had told her that she deserved to live.
that she needed to live for him.
Hermione tried, she really did.
For three blasted years she tried, but the sun hasn’t shined since the
day he died.
If you have to leave
I wish that you would
just leave
Cause your presence
still lingers here
And it won’t leave me
alone
Voldemort unleashed Hell onto the world.
standing on. Muggles were dying out, their were not many left.
across, but Hermione could fight them with a fierce patronus.
Harry and Ron would ever get.
Hermione was once a happy person.
life, both literalnd nnd not. She was
quite well off, in the muggle world, and she was making a name for herself in
the Wizard world. At one point she
wanted to be mistress on magic, but the late Cornelius Fudge turned her off on
that job, so she dedicated her time to being the best Auror in the business,
with Harry and Ron at her side.
It was always the three of them.
other way…but Ron. Poor Ron.
Earlier that year, Ron asked Hermione to marry him.
talking about dating, but Ron gave a long speech about how they needed to seize
the moment, to use their time now, before it was too late.
Hermione burst into tears when he asked her, she completely
lost control and screamed and yelled.
She was harboring a huge secret her friends didn’t know existed, and she
was buckling under the pressure. She
screamed at Ron for being so blind to the fact that they were in the middle of
a war, a war that wasn’t going to end, and he had the nerve to ask her to marry
him- to break apart their group of three and to take her away from her only
memories of Draco.
It was unfair of her to turn on Ron like that.
as just the pressure of the war, no doubt he would try again another time.
These wounds won’t
seem to heal
This pain is just too
real
There is just too much
that time cannot erase
Hermione’s wet hair clung to her face as she maneuvered
around the new gravestones. Peter
Pettigrew. Remus killed him, and
Hermione found she was glad he did. Cho
Chang, dead by the hand of Bellatrix Lestrange, she stood in a crucio for half
an hour before she died. Karkaroff. Dumbledore killed him when
Karkaroff went after Ginny Weasley, who was now the head mediwitch at St.
Mugos. Luna Lovegood, killed in action
defending Harry against Victor Krum.
So many fresh graves.
So many people dead. Hermione
made her way to her final destination.
Draco’s grave.
He died saving her, but no one knew, save Hermione and
Dumbledore.
He shouldn’t have. He
didn’t save her from anything, but rather robed her from a peaceful
release. Hermione was ready to
rest. She didn’t want to fight in a war
that she wasn’t going to win. This time
the darkness enveloped them all.
The loser you get to the light, the greater your shadow
becomes.
Hermione was a good girl.
She was the epitomy of light, her demons came out in the dark, haunting
her, killing her slowly. If Draco felt
like this everyday, Hermione understood why he craved release.
Everyone expected her to be strong.
she lost someone she could have loved.
It was only a matter of time before she lost Ron and Harry.
Hermione was not a little girl anymore.
Hogwarts, top of the class.s\'> Draco saw it
coming, and now Draco gets to rest. It
was all so simple really.
“Draco,” Hermione
murmured and she knelt down in front of his tombstone.
normal\'>Here lies Draco Malfoy
normal\'>l\'amour est la seule force assez forte
normal\'>pour transformer un ennemi en ami
Hermione gave a small smile in his memory.
for Draco’s grave. normal\'>Love is the only force strong enough to turn an enemy into a friend.
“Oh Draco,” Hermione
said, calling to her fallen friend.
“Don’t you see? You haven’t saved
me from anything. This world is
wrong. Everything is wrong, and
terrible. There is no beauty anymore, no
love and no light. You were right,
Draco, the light side can’t win this time.”
Hermione reached into a pocket in her cloak and pulled out a
bottle of liquid. The draught of
sleeping death. Hermione knew that one
drop of this and she would sleep for days, maybe months, but taking the whole
thing- well, she wouldn’t wake up.
You used to captivate
me
By your resonating
light
Now I\'m bound by
They life you left
behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant
dreams
Your voice it chased
away
All the sanity in me
The wind blew around her as she toyed with the bottle.
chills down her spine, and suddenly, Hermione felt as though she wasn’t
alone. There was someone in the
graveyard with her.
The feeling was overwhelming, but as Hermione looked about
her, no one could be seen. A feeling ran
through her body, like she jumped into a pool of freezing water.
“Draco?” Hermione
asked quietly, her teeth beginning to chatter.
“Draco, are you there?”
There was no answer, but the wind blew fiercer, giving
Hermione hope.
“Draco, I miss you,” Hermione said to the air, throwing
caution to the wind. “I miss you so
much, and I can’t help it. Why can’t I
live anymore? I’m dead inside Draco, and
now I just want to rest.”
Hermione steadied her fingers and started to untwist the top
of the bottle, but just as she managed to unscrew the top, the wind blew her
backwards, causing her to drop the poison.
“What!” Hermione
cried. “Please! Let me rest, I need it,
please!”
Hermione felt the air around her condense, as if trying to
take a physical form, but couldn’t.
“Draco?” Hermione
called again. The wind blew.
“You don’t want me to die, even now, do you?”
Hermione didn’t care anymore.
“Do you still believe?
Do you still believe that the world is going to get better?
Hermione didn’t get an answer, but she felt it.
hope. Letting out all her frustration at
this three year old grave
I’ve tried so hard to
tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re
still with me
I’ve been
alone...alone
“Draco…” Hermione
whispered. “I still miss you, God…I miss
you so much, but I can’t rest, please tell me everything will be alright.
will seem like someone else’s life…please Draco”
The wind blew and the rain came down.
her hands. She came here with every
intention of not coming back to the land of the living, but she felt
She felt him all around her. Comforting
her, whispering nothingness in her ear.
She felt his spirit, even though she couldn’t feel his being.
Finally, after a short eternity, Hermione struggled to her
feet and faced the cold stone of Draco’s grave.
“I’m going to try,”
She said. “I’m not going to ever
forget you. I’ll be back here next year,
I promise. Goodbye Draco.”
Hermione turned away, brushing back the tears in her
eyes. The wind was still howling, and as
the small brunette left the graveyard, a soft voice could be heard…
Don’t let me have died
in vain…Hermione…
~
A year later Harry
finally killed Voldemort. Dumbledore
died, and Ron asked Hermione to marry him again.
A year after that Harry and Ginny married.
child. A little brown haired, blue eyed
boy named Draco.
That’s when the entire story came out.
The yearly disappearances of Hermione.
When Draco was born, Hermione told her husband and her best friend everything.
~
“Hush darling,”
Hermione cooed to her small child.
It was around three in the morning, and the whole world was asleep,
besides Hermione and her little Draco.
The window to the nursery was open, and a breeze came
through the blue curtains.
“Let me tell you a story,”
Hermione whispered. “I’ll tell
you about the man you’re named after.
His name was Draco Malfoy, and he
saved my life…”
Hermione talked to her soto tto the morning, long past since
he fell asleep. At dawn she waiting for the
dreary grey to signify a new day, but today it was different.
Hermione, who was still holding Draco, walked over to the
window and looked out in wonder.
The sunrise was brilliant.
were exploding in the sky and it took Hermione’s breath away.
clear and it wasn’t raining.
Hermione pushed the curtains back some more and welcomed the
familiar breeze.
Thank you
When you cried I’d
Wipe away all of your
tears
When you scream I’d
Fight away all of your
fears
I held your hand for
all of these years
But you still held on
me…