Fun in the Romantic Rain
I sat in Ginny’s room,
Reading, for mere pleasure,
When the rain poured outside,
Making a sound of ‘Pitter-Patter’.
I got up and looked out of the window,
To see a red- haired girl,
Dancing in the rain with a black- haired boy,
As they spun around in a whirl.
“Hermione,” called a voice,
I turned around and saw a redhead,
Standing against the wooden door,
His hand held ahead.
“Will you dance?” he asked,
And I protested, but in vain;
For he pulled me right out of the room,
And took me outside in the rain.
The raindrops drenched me fully,
As I glared at the boy,
“I am your girlfriend,” I said,
“And not a toy.”
“Oh come on Hermione,” said he,
“Look at Harry and Ginny,
Do you not want to enjoy?
Do you not want to dance with me?”
That worked on me,
For yes, I really wanted to enjoy,
“Okay, we shall dance, Ron,” said I,
And took the hands of the boy.
We danced, we danced,
To the light music,
Of the raindrops falling on the roof,
Until Ron’s Mum said, “Come in or you shall fall sick!”
Yet we did not pay heed,
And just waltzed around in the rain,
Harry and Ginny by our side,
The four of us, forgetting all pain.
It was bliss, it was paradise,
To dance around with Ron,
It was so romantic in the rain,
That I prayed the day never be gone.
At last, Mrs. Weasley,
Pulled us right into the house,
And giving us towels to clean ourselves,
She said, “I was talking to you, not a garden mouse.”
We immediately began explaining,
“We were just about to come back!”
But Mrs. Weasley smiled,
“Accepted then, but please go and pack.”
Oh yes, we had forgotten,
That the new school term started the next day,
And now since we had work,
We sadly walked away.
I went with Ginny to her room,
And began packing my trunk,
But as I started working,
I felt tired; as though I was drunk.
My knees gave away,
And I sat on my bed,
Only to see Ginny doing the same,
Her face all red.
“Why are you flushed?” I asked,
For her face grew steadily red,
“I have a fever,” replied Ginny,
And she sank into her bed.
Then, Mrs. Weasley came,
She asked, “What happened dear?”
I sank into my bed and said,
“Ginny and I have fever.”
Mrs. Weasley chuckled,
As she reached the closet,
And then took out a thermometer,
Which she quickly set.
“Open your mouth, dear,” said she,
And put the instrument into my mouth,
I held it in for a minute,
After which she took it out.
“High temperature, I am afraid,”
Said Mrs. Weasley, as she reached,
The other side of the room where Ginny lay,
Now white as though bleached.
Ginny too, had high temperature,
And so did the boys,
So Mrs. Weasley prepared,
A potion for us and the boys.
The potion tasted foul,
Yuck! It was so bitter,
Even Polyjuice Potion had been very bad,
But compared to this, that had tasted much better.
After all this,
I lay on bed that night,
Pondering about the fun we had,
But Alas! Nothing had gone right.
But I promised myself one thing,
For this fever was too much of pain,
That whatever be the matter,
I would never again, play in the rain.
The End
Fun in the Romantic Rain by Ginny Weasley Potter
Chapter Notes: I absolutely love the rains! The atmosphere in so very romantic!
It is monsoon here in Mumbai, and that is what inspired me to write this. Luckily, we got two extra days off from school, and I picked up the opportunity to write this. Enjoy!