Author's Note : This story came to me while I was listening to "Such Great Heights" by the Postal Service. I think that this is a really good song, and I hope you guys like this story.
Such Great Heights
"That one looks like a fluffy, white ferret," you say, pointing to a cloud and turning to me, grinning mischievously.
It was the say we finally graduated from Hogwarts. It's strange how fast time flies. It's even stranger how things turn out. The graduation ceremony had just ended moments before and the heads, us, had given our speeches.
We were now at the quidditch field and I was lying down on a bleacher. You were lying down on the bleacher right above me, our feet lying in opposite directions and our heads meeting in the middle.
We were both still wearing our graduation robes, but our hats were tossed aside. I turned to look at you, your curly auburn, formerly frizzy, hair fanned out around you.
I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
I smiled, ignoring your teasing comment and raised my head to kiss your pink lips.
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate, that god himself
did make us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay.
You smile and chuckle softly as I pull away. This is the spot where it all changed a year ago. Right on these bleachers. This is where I fell in love with my enemy.
"What's going to happen now?" you ask, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Are we going to have to say good bye Draco?"
"Don't say that," I say sharply, softly pushing a stray curl from your eyes.
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head
when you're away
I am missing you to death
"How is this going to work?" you ask sadly.
"Hermione, everything is going to be alright. Voldemort is gone now, that's one of the few things I have Potter to thank for."
"But what about your father? What will he do?"
"Who cares about him? He's going to get caught by the aurors, they'll get him for something soon."
You sigh sadly. "I just want to get away from everything and stay with you," you say softly, "I don't want to leave you again."
When you're out there on the road,
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home
I get up and brush myself off, taking out my wand, lightly brushing a small velvet box.
"Accio Tornado," I say, "A little something I learned from Pothead," I say, smirking.
I catch my broom as it flies towards me and I offer you my hand, "Fly with me,"
"Draco, you know I'm terrified of flying."
"Come on, trust me,"
You smile and ponder for a moment before taking my hand.
They won't see us waving from such great heights
come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
come down now, but we'll stay
We fly around the quidditch field, you grasping my waist tightly, your cheek pressed against my back. It's peaceful up here. It's just you and me.
I tried my best to leave this all
on your machine but the beat,
it sounded thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly
You will hear the highest highs
and the lowest lows with
the windows down when
this is guiding you home
I stop the broom in midair and put my hand in my robe pocket, holding the velvet box.
"What's wrong Draco? Why did we stop?"
I turn my face to look at you and I take out the black box. "Hermione," I begin, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" I open the box, revealing a large, princess cut diamond on a gold band.
You gasp, but at that moment, a voice calls you.
"Hermione? Is that you up there?"
"And who the bloody hell are you with?"
I groan, "Damn you Potter, and your damn Weasel."
"They've seen us Draco! What are we going to do? They're going to kill you!"
"Marry me," I reply, "and fly away with me, right now. We'll be fine, I have all the money we want or need."
"But where will we go?"
"Anywhere but here,"
"But what about Harry and Ron? They're my friends and I love them too,"
"We'll see them again, I swear it. I promise, they'll be at our wedding."
You frown slightly, then, slowly, your brilliant smile comes. You kiss me, and I know you mean yes. I put the ring on your finger and kiss you back, all the while, the faint sound of your friends are in the background.
"Even the grandest ring I could find doesn't match your radiance, Mrs. Malfoy,"
"Why Mr. Malfoy, flattery will get you everywhere." you say, smirking.
I kiss you once more, and turn around, holding on to my broomstick, while you hold on to me, and we fly off. You laugh and wave to your fuming friends.
They won't see us waving from such great heights
Come down now, they'll say,
But everything looks perfect from far away,
Come down now, but we'll stay ...