“Severus?”

Hermione reached down to pry straggly strands of dark hair away from the man’s eyes, only now they were sopping wet, along with the rest of him.

“Severus!” she uttered more emphatically. The rain was pounding hard, and Severus was far too still for such a raging downpour. “Severus! For goodness’ sake, get up! I’m getting soaked, and so are you. Time to go!”

“No,” he mumbled, his low voice barely audible above the rainfall. “The rain… It… It’s nice…”

After spending over a year in Azkaban prison, Severus would gladly take the rain now that he was a free man. Oh, yes. He would gladly take it all, including her.

Hermione shook her head and reluctantly took a seat behind his drenched head. “I’ll have you know, Severus Snape, that I’m ruining this brand new outfit thanks to you.”

Her remark didn’t match her tone, which wasn’t at all stern or reproachful, but rather contented, even amused.

Perhaps she does enjoy the rain, he considered with a wry smile.

Severus lifted his head to bring it safe and snug between Hermione’s crossed legs. It was only then that Severus realized just hold cold he really was. She, on the other hand, was warm; so toasty against the frigid precipitation.

“You’re going to catch pneumonia, you know that?” Hermione scolded, leaning down to peck his dampened cheek. “Stubborn sod,” she hissed in his ear.

Severus chuckled and buried his head deeper against her. “Whatever, witch,” he growled, feeling strangely fulfilled. “You like it.”

-By SeverusSnapeGal

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