A rumble in the distance was all the warning he had before the sky opened up, and cold raindrops began to fall around them, drenching them instantly. Draco felt his happy mood deflate, he had been enjoying the freedom of having his witch flying with him, of having her nestled in against his chest as they soared through the clouds. But as content as he was flying in the rain, Hermione was nervous enough as it was, and he doubted she’d be happy to stay up there now. 