I own nothing. The characters are JK Rowling's. The song is Josh Groban's "Higher Window". Only the plot is mine
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For all the times I tried for this
And every chance at you I missed
Draco had tried time after time to reach Hermione. In his mind he had, anyway. Ron had been dead and buried for almost ten months. At first, Draco kept missing any opportunity he had to do anything, comfort Hermione, talk to Hermione, anything…at first.
I've been known to go my way, but I confess
It made me miss you more
Somewhere he just stopped trying as hard, like he used to do with everything. When things didn't go his way, he slunk back into a petulant child. But that wasn't who he was any longer. Draco Malfoy was more than that. Even actions as minor as his failed attempts to get closer to Hermione made Draco miss her. He loved her still.
I drew my line across the sand
And set my flag in no man's land
Hermione saw what Draco was doing. After five months, she slowly started to put her hand out to Draco's. He had closed himself off again at that point. Both Hermione and Draco had their hearts walled off and distant. Two people that were so different were, in fact, very much alike.
But here I am the one man band
With a song that's meant for two
The feeling of emptiness clawed at Draco. He knew plain as day that there was something missing.
And there is a light, from a higher window
Shining down on you tonight
As Draco unfolded, bringing himself out from under the awning of his bleak thoughts, he witnessed Hermione do the same. The new blossoms on a flower, the two gradually opened towards each other.
And the music floats on the breeze
Bringing an easier time
She didn't know what she was supposed to do. It felt like just yesterday that Ron died. Ron, the only man she ever loved. He was the person she was meant to spend eternity with. Fate happened different. She believed everything happened for a reason. What was the reason for that, though?
And all of our cards are on the table
Tell me what you want to do
Draco understood loss. He really did. Once Hermione had been open with him and told him what she was feeling, he understood a little more why she was so hesitant. It was alright. All she had to do was tell him… tell him something…
Just don't tell me that it's too late
For me to love you
The only thing Draco wouldn't be able to bear was for Hermione to say he was too late. He had so much love, so much love to give her.
How perfect we were meant to be
Our warm and silent symmetry
They were supposed to be, Draco felt that so strongly. He believed in Fate. Fate had brought them back to each other. Fate had given him all of these chances to be with his true love. All of their differences and the past didn't matter. They just fit.
It's times like these when all, all we need
Is to be reminded
She kept closing herself off to him. Every step they took forward together, she would suddenly take three back. She just needed to remember they were the pair that was meant to be. Draco knew that Hermione knew it.
And I have flown a thousand miles
To empty room and crowded aisles
Anything Hermione asked, Draco would do. For her, he would cross the ends of eternity and the sands of time.
And we went from cathedral bells
To show and tell and wish you wells
He showed her the world. It was a different world than she had been used to as a young girl. This new world, thanks to the late Harry Potter, was peaceful. The aftershocks of war were no longer brand new and now there was a chance to see everything anew.
And I, I still look at you and I am blinded I am blinded
The only thing Draco could see was Hermione.
Because there is a light, from a higher window
Shining down on us tonight
The entire world was theirs. Free, hopeful, full of chance. They had a world of light that they could take in their hands.
And the music floats on the breeze
From an easier time
Easier times really only had existed within themselves; only in the relationships they made for themselves. It was all different now.
And all of our cards are on the table
Tell me what you want to do
It was Hermione's call. Draco was giving it everything he could. He told her how much he loved her. He laid everything out. Now it was up to her.
Just don't tell me that it's too late
He didn't know what he would do if Hermione told him this needed to end.
Don't tell me that it's too late now
Draco had loved her for too long and now he finally had his chance.
Just don't tell me that it´s too late
This could be his last shot.
for me to love you
And she whispered back, "I love you, Draco Malfoy."