A rainy day - Un jour de pluie ENG version

Rain of kisses

"So you're litteraly craving for it! Would the tall, imperturbable green and silver Don Juan Draco Malfoy feel an attraction towards a humble person such as me? To the point of wanting to kiss her with an irresistible desire? And besides, since when has he become such a gentleman as not to let himself be tempted as soon as this desire appears, to melt on my lips in this case?"

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She knew what she would provoke. And she was completely guided by her heart. Nevermind the whole world judges them. Only their desires could guide them at this precise moment. Her words spread throughout the room. But as soon as they reached his ears, it didn't take three seconds for the blond to swoop on the Gryffindor's lips.

A kiss. Intense. Like a relief from the tension that had reigned in this apartment for a long time. The two prefects eagerly took part in the kiss, as if they had been waiting for this all their lives. Their two united hearts beat harder than the rain on the window. They did not hear it. They only heard their feelings. They felt butterflies flying into the pit of their stomachs. And they kissed, and kissed, and kissed. They could not stop. And Draco swore that if anyone stopped them now, he wouldn't hesitate to haunt that person to hell. Hermione promised that the first person with the audacity to interrupt them would suffer a punishment that would make Voldemort himself shiver with fear.

It was raining kisses. First on her lips, then Draco moved down her neck, her collarbones, then back up to her face, passing by her ear. Hermione felt herself melting. So before losing her mind, she regained possession of her counterpart's lips. Then she began to leave a line of kisses along his jaw, and she nibbled his earlobe, which made Draco groan. He redirected it towards his mouth, to regain control. Then after a moment, he pulled away, as if his brain had for a moment regained the advantage over his heart. His breathing was ragged, his lips were swollen, and his voice was hoarse.

"I don't know if we're right to do this. Maybe we should..."

"Continue that sentence and I'll throw you to the hippogriffs."

She pulled him towards her, and their lips met. Draco was not disappointed with her answer. They went further, deeper in their kiss. They had set boundaries for so long, preventing themselves from pushing their relationship beyond simple friendship. It had a taste of the forbidden. And they loved it. Audacity, the forbidden, passion. They had slipped, and could not turn back. So as they were kissing anyway, they might as well love each other, right?

If they had still had a little conscience to remember a few verses, the prefects would surely have dedicated this day to La mort des amants, "The Death of Lovers", which they would have found in this situation more than appropriate.

Nous aurons des lits pleins d'odeurs légères,
Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Ecloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.

Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.

Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux ;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.

Translation:

We will have beds full of light smells,Dives as deep as tombs,And strange flowers on shelves,Hatched for us under more beautiful skies.
Using their last heat as they wish,Our two hearts will be two vast torches,Who will reflect their double lightsIn our two minds, these twin mirrors.
An evening made of pink and mystical blue,We will exchange a single lightning bolt,Like a long sob, full of goodbyes;
And later an Angel, half-opening the doors,Will come to revive, faithful and joyful,The tarnished mirrors and dead flames.