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Alpha: (sighs) here I go again�.well yes, Yes I am in a
writing mood right now�as always you never know with me�one minute a story, the
next�nuttin�. Well this is a DM/HG haven�t tried my
hand at one of these in a long while�I have to revise that first chapter to my
other DM/HG story and than�well write the other chapters as well.

Disclaimer: ...this is getting pretty old really fast�what
the heck do you think?!

Blessings in the Rain

Chapter I- His and
Her Circumstantial Story

Her Circumstance�

Rain,
its interesting how this one element of nature could be so significantly
important in a person�s life.� A miracle, a curse, in any case rain was
something that dated the most important days of my life.� I was told by my mother, it rained on the day
I was born; it stormed on the day I learned I was a Muggle-born witch.� There was a horrendous storm the day my dear
friend Harry killed �He-who-must-not-be-named�. The rain flooded the area where
my home was in the Muggle world twice; so I was told by my father, it was the
day Sirius died and another day we thought Severus Snape had killed Professor
Dumbledore in sixth year. It was a damp windy cold day after a spring shower I
realized I had my first crush at one point on my other best friend Ronald�and
after Graduation there was rain, of course there will always be rain; but it
stopped being the most significant thing in my life, it was something that had
always came in the most important times of my life for better or for worse.

It seemed after my
trials and tribulations of growing into adulthood, the rain wasn�t there with
me anymore and my life from day to day has been at most�average.� I know I wasn�t one who fancied anything
about divination; I think Trelawney is responsible for my views of such magical
rubbish.� There is one thing I know for
sure, if my intuition was slightly enhanced or my insight was in tune with the
spiritual aspects of nature on the times it rained, I guess I could be
considered a novice psychic.

For the next time it
rained, my �woman�s intuition� picked up slightly.� I couldn�t quite grasp what was so
significant about this particular day; but I knew for sure it was the beginning
of many rainy and wonderful days in my life.

I just had no idea
that the unexpected circumstances of the next following days would bring such
an impact on my life.� I have to admit I was
quite frightened and unsure especially when I found out that all the new things
that started happening in my life was really caused by him.

Someone who has
tormented since we were children; so you can bet every galleon there is that I
was very devastated and for once I didn�t want to believe the truth of the
matter; I wanted to be in denial, I wanted to think the absolute worse of him;
I wanted to continue to loath him.� I wanted
to continue to believe he did it all just to degrade and humiliate me even
further because he still hated me after all this years.

It was what I wanted
to do, but I was conflicted, he never left me alone when I asked.� He was like my second shadow, and his
sincerity showed through, and soon his old feelings of hatred towards me were
slowing changing.

Why? To this day I
could not tell you why.� But all I know
is he seemed to want to prove �something� to me, I don�t know what that
something is; but I do know the way he went about it; oh! It made it so much
harder to try to still hate him. I tried everything to get rid of him, from
arguing to throwing hexes; but as stubborn as he is, he made himself my second
shadow.

I was still conflicted
about his actions, about my own feelings and I never wanted to give him a
chance because I was afraid.� I was
afraid that once he �proved� whatever he was trying to prove to me, he�ll go
back into his �evil Mud-blood hating persona�.

One day after I awoken
from a deep consciousness, the first thing I saw were his eyes staring back at
mines.� For a long time I laid in bed in
the hospital, listening to him talk and he talked for a good while.� He was the only visitor I had all day, and
the last words he spoke to me, made me think and then the conflict I felt was
erased from my mind.

I didn�t need to say
anything, but I looked into his eyes and I knew he knew that I was in love.

Just like I finally
accepted the truth, he was in love with me.

His Circumstance�

I was born in a family
that valued high social standing above all else.� My father constantly embedded the ways of my
Pureblood heritage into my very being, that it soon became second nature.� My destiny was already all planned out for me
by my parents before I was even born.� Especially by my father; without any regard to what I may have
actually thought about fulfilling such high expectations.

�But children aren�t suppose to question their
parents decisions, so like an obedient child, I was forever behaving and doing
the things that they wanted of me, what they expected me to do; and doing so to
please them to make myself an even better son in their eyes. I did things that
I even didn�t want to do, but did so anyway so they could continue to praise
their only child, to continue hearing the sounds of contentment that escaped
from their mouths.� I loved it when
adults complimented my achievements, and I always did anything to receive more
praise.

But as children get
older, our whole perspectives about life change.� What sounded great and pleasing when you were
ten, doesn�t hold much enthusiasm for you when you turn 15 and what sounds
abhorrent when your seven can become your newest interest when your 17.� So I guess what I�m trying to say is, the
older I got, trying to please my father by upholding with family traditions,
didn�t hold much appeal to me.� I
silently and desperately rebelled by weighing the options to either continue to
be an obedient son or start to think for myself.

Near the end of the
war, I made a final decision to think for myself and I was rewarded to feel the
freedom that came with my choice.� Even
if no one will ever know, that I Draco Malfoy helped the side of light win the
war in the end. Not even my own parents, even though my father switched sides
obviously to save his own ass.� I only
thank Merlin mother was the only true decent parent of the two that wasn�t a
true believer in the ways of death eaters.

In either case my life
had changed and went down at completely different path because of two women I�ve
known my whole life, with their sole knowledge they taught me to think for
myself, at least when it mattered, though from time to time, it is still a
habit of mine to continue to please my parents, even if one of them really
doesn�t deserve it.

However, once again I
was beginning to rebel, because the urge to do what I wanted to do resurfaced
all because of a single day.� A day where
the heat of a summer�s day came halting to an end by the violence of a strong
thunderstorm.� It was a day after a full
two weeks spent in her company.� A
blessed but also cursed day because unknowingly to her she once again stepped
into my life, but this time she made me feel.

Merlin! How that woman
made me feel.� She always had a knack for
making a bloke want to prove something to her. It was exactly what I sought to
do too; I was going to match her wit to wit, cunning to cleverness, snake to
lion.� It was only a matter of time
before she had no choice but to yield damn it! I mean cut me some slack here!
If anyone should be complaining here it should be me! I have that personal
right, from that day forward the damn woman unnoticeably had me stalking behind
her like some lost puppy without a loving home; hoping she�ll be the proud
owner to take me in. I deem it only fair to make her endure the same thing.

And with a proud
smirk, all the shit I went through finally paid off.� Yeah it took some time, believe me when I say
it took time, it really took a long time.

And the end I was
glad, when I rebel to think for myself I felt free; but when I proved my worth
to her I felt liberated.�

When I saw that look
in her eyes, you know the look someone you love shows you that they adore and
love you just as much; without the words being spoken.� And believe me she never said it not once to
me; but she had the look in her eyes that told me everything; when I saw it, I
felt to be in state of heavenly bliss.

Their Circumstances�

Circumstance-

A condition or fact that determines or must be considered in
the determining of a course of action; a condition or fact attending an event
or having some bearing on it; a determining or modifying factor.

This wasn�t the first
of many for them; as they had many times met because of a circumstance. Maybe
meeting for the first time after a few years of not seeing the other under
unusual circumstances is the real blessing. However for these two their story
begins before that very first time they met in the onslaught of a mid summer
shower; but instead almost a month before�

One Month Earlier

A dainty delicate foot clad in old sandalwood colored short
heeled Mary Jane�s was tapping the floor from anxiousness and impatience not to
mention from a lack of sleep.� The
waiting was nearly driving 25 year old Hermione Granger mad.� She and her group of friends had stayed at
wee hours of the morning overnight at St. Mungo�s Hospital.� The building was completely restructured and
reformed from the shambles it was nearly left in from the final battle as well
as years of low funding.� It was a miracle
really to see that the citizens had contributed more than enough donations to
fix the hospital after the war.

Brown eyes glanced what seem to be the twelfth time at her
wrist watch for the time.� Her foot
constantly tapping on the clean waxed purple and white checkered floor; she
than looked around her, staring at the same group of people that surrounded her
and all equally slept as uncomfortable as she in the waiting area up on the 17^th
fl.; since they been there from 2 or 3 in the morning. It was now- At this
Hermione sighed, 7:01 am. It was truly
amazing that no one noticed she couldn�t keep still; either that or none of
them bothered to tell her to knock it off.�
She couldn�t help it, these sorts of �occasions� made her extremely
nervous, having witness it 12 times plus once more today; whenever they could
finally go in to see how everything was doing.�
Four hours, four! And no Medi-Witch or Wizard
bothered to inform them of the tiniest detail.

From what Hermione could make out, she besides Ron who was
busy eating his sixth piece of chocolate and had a magazine opened to a section
about Quidditch were the only two awake. Among everybody that showed up with
the two friends that were rushed into one of the rooms on the 17^th
floor: Across the small room from her, there was Harry, who was slouching
uncomfortably in the small blue leather chair.�
His hair which he had managed to tame, was sticking out as odd ends as
if he never tried to comb it.� He was
wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. He had his arms
crossed, his hand occasionally going to his glasses to push them up farther on
his nose. Next to him was his red haired fianc�e Ginerva Weasley, by the looks
of it was going to wake up with a very stiff neck, she rested her head at an
angle on Harry�s shoulder. She was in nothing but a mesh dark blue tee and a
light blue two piece bathing suit with the skirt and
flat blue sandals that had the long wrap around strings to tie them in
place.� Her ponytail on the side had come
undone. �It was obvious, that the pair
had rushed to meet all of them there; cutting their plans to spend time
together at the shore.

Two seats away from Ginny was Dean Thomas who every five or
twenty minutes was trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in the
waiting room chair.� Sitting between him
and Ron who hadn�t looked away from his magazine was Lavender Brown.� She somehow slipped her legs onto Dean�s
thighs, her lower back pressing into the arm rest and the rest of her taking up
Ron�s space, not that Ron cared, as long as her hair didn�t get in his way of
reading.

Now sitting or trying unsuccessfully to sleep next to
Hermione on her right was the Weasley twins, George next to her and Fred on his
twin�s right.� Next to Fred was Angelina
and next to her was Neville Longbottom.� On the left of Hermione, Parvati,
Seamus and Padma; and than there was Fleur and Bill Weasley.

Hermione didn�t understand why, but the rest of the large
group sat around on the floor; there was Luna, Remus, Nymphadora, Charlie,
Hannah Abbott and even Colin Creevey. Arthur and Molly were missing, as they
were taking care of watching their growing number of grandchildren at home.
This was probably one of the reasons none of the staff tried to approach this
waiting room; because it was the people who found themselves sprawled out on
the floor, the ones arguing and quite loudly- half of them were drunk- Hermione
mused, that were the cause of such a ruckus.�
They won the dispute against the staff, claiming the waiting room as
theirs. Hermione just figured, they �claimed� it because the staff seen no use
in fighting with a large group of people that came for one purpose only,
especially ones quite tipsy.

Twelve minutes after seven, frustrated and tired of sitting
there; Hermione got up.� She was achy all
over; her bum especially was hurting the most from being stagnated in one spot
for four something hours.� She stretched
the kinks and knots in her body and she felt some relief coming into the calves
of her legs.� She decided to take a quick
walk around the building, use the loo; grab a scone
and some coffee and maybe by the time she came back; there will finally be
something worth celebrating for the huge group.

Hermione slowly opened and closed the blue double doors
without a sound, she silently walked at a leisure pace throughout the wide
walkthrough.� She was staring out the
windows that were overlooking the town�s landscape; and her thoughts started
drifting off to other things; mainly pertaining to work and getting some
sleep.� She wasn�t aware that she walked quite
a ways around the hallway; passing the corner she wanted to turn to get downstairs
and passing through light pink doors she never knew existed. She came to a
stop, frowning.� She wasn�t familiar with
this part of the hospital at all; deciding to exit out of a place she was
unfamiliar with and the fact that she didn�t want to be caught mingling around
in a section of the hospital where visitors and patients probably weren�t meant
to be.� When she turned, she was quite
startled, not expecting to find what she saw written on the light pink doors.
The double doors were decorated with little bright colors; painted flowers and
heart shapes, and building blocks which read �St. Mungo�s Natal Ward�.

That nervous feeling came over Hermione again and without
needing to read the words over again she was walking, making her way to open
those doors that is until she heard faint noises.� Soft cooing noises coming from the right and
left of her; Hermione turned around to really get a good look of her
surroundings.� She walked closer to what
she suspected was making the small cries of curiosity, and joy.�

The hallway she was walking through was decorated in bright
soft colors such as blues, purples, yellows, greens, and pink, there was a lot
of pink.� She smiled at how the kiddy
drawings on the walls of this hallway slowly moved about; it was like watching
your favorite kid show come to life.�
Hermione came to a halt as she was awed at what she was seeing in one of
the tall glass windows looking into a room; that held only the most precious
newborns she ever seen.

She stared into those windows longingly; looking on into a
room full of innocence and purity.� Of
small bodies with sweet baby soft faces that were just brought into the world;
infants who didn�t know anything about the world they were thrust into; where
they would grow up just like she and learn to survive.� She sort of envied them, they didn�t have a
care in the world, must be nice to not have to think about constantly worrying about
every little thing in one�s life. Hermione remembered a time she didn�t worry
either; and so she decided she wouldn�t be envious.� After all she would let them have their
moments of early childhood to themselves; the short time in their lives that should
be the most joyous.� She of course knew
what life can be like; and soon they would know too.

A small wistful smile graced Hermione�s lips as she
continued to stare at the precious bundles in the room.� She didn�t realize, she pressed her hand into
the glass as if she could make it disappear in order to step into that room and
gently hold one or even all those babies to her bosom.� Her eyes were concentrated on a baby with the
most dazzling hazel brown eyes and were showing signs of having dark brownish-red
hair.� She wondered what would she see
when she looked at the small creation made by Percy and Penelope Weasley.� Would their third child inherit Percy�s red
hair? Or it�s mother�s hair?� Would they
have more of their father�s personality?�
Have freckles and have pretty blue eyes like their mother?

The awe in the young woman�s eyes dulled slightly; and she
sighed; trying hard not to think of herself and babies in the same
sentence.� As much as she loved to see
her friends going through the trials of parent hood and as much as she adored
their children; she knew she could never experience the same thing.� Every since the incident; and after seeing
the miracle of birth more times than she cared to remember; Hermione made it
her sole duty to show indifference to it all.�
And for almost seven years, the young brunette put up a fa�ade of never
being much bothered by her predicament and often saying she didn�t see herself
as the �motherly� type.� Or she didn�t
want children of her own; she already had much to do with her growing
businesses as it were; and all of them revolved around children as it is. She
made many excuses for herself, but she couldn�t help that no matter what she
did or said to feel better; she was most bothered about her predicament.

The excuses and her feelings of never wanting to have her
own children seem all so real; especially when she was 18, 19, and so on until
she turned 23.� It was harder to cling to
her way of thinking when she looked on at everyone around her procreating or
getting married or the looks her parents would send her way; whenever they saw the
looks of contentment on Mrs. Weasley�s face when she
had her grandchildren.� They always had a
look of longing and seem a bit jealous; they seem to be the most shattered than
Hermione herself about what happened years ago; knowing no matter what they
said or done their daughter couldn�t give them grandchildren.

So while she was alone, she gave in to the moment if only
just once to picture how it would feel to hold her own child for the first
time; and imaging all the possibilities of how they would look and maybe even
she�ll have a loving husband also. �It
was a daydream she didn�t want to wake up from.

��xx��Mione��xx��Draco��xx��

The stars twinkled in the void of night, quite the most
spectacular night that graced the heavens in a long while, the sky was
cloudless and it was perfect.� If you
were a couple in love, or the Guest of Honor and the current Minister of Magic that is.� Well,
the guest of honor was more or less enjoying himself at the moment.� He was sitting next to a luscious pretty body
with black-reddish hair and amazing dark blue eyes; she was doing a fine job of
constantly chatting with his school friends and his mother�s guests as if she
knew them for years.� She would laugh and
smile at every witty remark one of his pals would say; and to always make sure
he was still noticed by her; she would subtly let her soft long fingers caress
his thigh underneath the table; and lovingly put her head on his shoulder or
entwine her arm through his and even smile whenever she knew he was looking at
her.

The Blond Slytherin was drowning
out most of the conversation going on around him; he had gotten a little weary
after awhile; his surprise birthday party had started out eventful, but as the
night lingered on, his partying mood mellowed out.� His surprise birthday party was something his
parents and a few close friends put together every year; it was completely
predictable that Draco had to feign his astonishment when he walked through the
doors of the manor.�

Besides the only difference about this years party was that
half of the guests were the same individuals he knew that were friends of the
family, the other half were there more for his mother�s own party.� His mother had no idea about that little
tidbit, so his predictable birthday party was liven up a little; it was amusing
to see his mother�s reaction when she figure out that everyone threw her a
congratulations party for becoming the new and not to mention the very first woman
to become Minister of Magic.� The party
was a bit late, since she been active in her role since January 1^st;
there was a lot to be done and so they just decided to throw the event for her
on her son�s birthday; making it a double party.

Draco had to genuinely smile at this; at least his mother
was thoroughly enjoying herself; his father was by her side looking quite smug
himself.� If Draco didn�t know any better
and he did, he would have thought the party was for his father than his
mother.� In fact everyone seemed to be
enjoying themselves, as they sat in one of the large living rooms in the manor,
reserved for when the family had guests over. Now that most of the invited
guests left for home.�

There was only Draco, his parents, his fianc�e; his friends
Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Millicent Bulstrode, and Pansy Parkinson. There
were his parents company, and also a few people from the Ministry that were
deep in conversation with Narcissa and Savannah
his fianc�e.

His fianc�e was a good host; and she was adored by everyone
they knew.� She was the perfect wife for
him and his mother and father couldn�t have agreed more with his choice.� Yes, he Draco Malfoy Witch Weekly�s Bachelor
of the year for the past 3yrs in a row was finally settling down. He was happy
because his parents were happy, his fianc�e was smart, beautiful, and a
pureblood; she was a savvy business woman, taking over a few of the family
businesses owned by her father; so it�s safe to say she wasn�t out for his money
as she was born into society�s high class; and her family didn�t have any ties
to Voldemort or the death eaters; that was always a
plus.� His wife was basically a celebrity
in her own right in the Wizarding world her family�s name was quite famous; but
not as famous in London as it was
in Rome, the place her family
originated from. Appearances were everything to his wife to be; as it was
equally to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.� Savannah
grew up in a family that held onto such beliefs and like them, she deem it as
her birthright.

Yes, she was perfection, everything he could every ask for;
only the best for a Malfoy heir and Draco�s forced smile tightened considerably
every time he thought this; and gritted his teeth every time he heard someone
mention she was the one.� It wasn�t as if
their relationship of 2 years had been bad, it was quite good, great even; but
there was a feeling that getting married to Savannah
wasn�t the choice he should be making. He couldn�t understand why this was,
there was nothing wrong with his wife; she was loyal to him; very faithful and
devoted.� She wasn�t like most
aristocratic women he knew; those that were completely vain and had their noses
stuck in the air; she was very sweet and kind, she was like a fresh breath of
heavenly air; but that was it.� She was
just too perfect, and Draco couldn�t find any flaws with this woman, everyone
had a flaw. Hell, he himself had quite a few he wouldn�t dare mention to
anyone; but none the less he had them like everybody else.

Well, he adored her very much; he knew he wasn�t head over
heels in love with her but he adored her and he knew she regardless of how many
times she said she loved him; the way she said it; didn�t have the feeling of
truly loving someone.� Which made Draco
ask himself for the millionth time why the hell was he marrying this woman
again?�

�Oh yes, you dumb ass!
It�s because you turned a blind eye to what you really desire and know you�ll
never have.� Oh let�s not also forget
about the fact that the last six relationships you had all sucked bullocks and
the only thing great about each one of them was the sex.� Can�t exactly leave alone the fact that you
once again stuck with fucking tradition and pleased the pants off your parents;
so now you can stop hearing mother�s incessant nagging and do the Malfoy name
justice by grudgingly starting an unwanted relationship with the daughter of
one of your father�s friends.� Yes, I
remember perfectly why!� If it weren�t for the fact that Savannah
squeezed his hand in a lovingly gesture, Draco was sure he would have broken
his champagne glass in small pieces.

He smirked, looking at her, she asked him if he were alright
and he just shrugged it off, claiming all was well; she than ignored him
completely heading back into the conversation with Narcissa and the
others.� Draco excused himself in order
to be alone for a moment.

He walked out back into the garden and sat down on a white
bench, staring out into the sky.� He felt
empty, he wanted to yell at the world; wanted to confess he thought he was
making the biggest mistake of his life.�
Damn it to hell this was the biggest mistake of his life; the perfect
wife, he knew there wasn�t anything perfect about his fianc�e because she
wasn�t perfect for him. What he wanted, he didn�t see in years now; even if he
did she wouldn�t want anything to do with him.�
He certainly would be making her life a living hell, just to squash any
thoughts he was having about her; like he did often.� She didn�t have a clue to how she affected
him; he didn�t love her but he admired her.

To just meet her again would be something for him; even if
she was already married probably to Weasley and had children of her own.� Perfect wife, perfect wife indeed; there were
things Savannah did, that Draco had
started to notice about her.� No one
noticed it, because just like any slytherin Draco
knew, she did things with cunning and she was quiet and sneaky; giving you a
false sense of security.� He said it
himself, everyone had flaws, except his perfect wife to be whom was too perfect
for her own good; in time Draco would just bare it and maybe than after two or
five more years of being together he�ll know what flaws she possessed.

But in the meantime before all that, before he tied himself
to a woman that he didn�t want nor wanted him; he was going to sit right here
on this bench, looking into the night at the stars in the sky and imagine being
with who he admired.� Someone who had
many flaws; but was real and sweet; someone who he remembered didn�t see how
beautiful she was and never made an effort to beautify herself.� Always working to exhaustion, always thinking
of others before herself.� Someone he admired from afar even if she�ll
never know.� A real person with real
flaws and didn�t hide the fact she had them she had dark brown hair and honey
brown eyes.�

She wasn�t perfect, but maybe she could have been perfect
for him.� But in the meantime before he
ruined his life in married bliss; he�ll just in give for the moment to imagine
the woman he admired was the one.� Anyone
ever knowing Draco for most of his life would known him for someone that didn�t
show his emotions as freely, nor did he truly smile often.� So, it would come as a shock mostly to anyone
that found him outside in the garden with the most sincere smile gracing his
lips as he soundlessly slept through the night.�
Imagining that the woman he hasn�t seen in years was happily staring at
him with not only adoration but with love as they said I do.

��..xx��Mione��.xx��Draco��..xx��..

End of chapter 1

Yeah yeah I know it sounds all
fluffy and crap��augh! Don�t hold it against me��.yeah
this one is completely AU so �(shrugs shoulders) in
any case I hope someone reads it and enjoys it. I�ll try to have the next
chapter out soon�but knowing me and updating stuff�we�ll see.�
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