Chapter Thirteen:

Such Great Heights

A/N: Please read, review and enjoy! Sorry this is short! And no epilogue, I lied! I know this seems rushed 'cause it...well...is! Please check out my next story, it'll be a Veela!Draco one! Much longer, much more intricate, updates will take longer because they will be more thoroughly planned/thought out! Thanks to my reviewers, love you guys! Enjoy the last one.

I am thinking it's a sign, That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images and when we kiss, They're perfectly aligned.

And I have to speculate, That God himself did makes us

Into corresponding shaes, Like puzzle pieces from the clay

And true it may seem like a stretch, But it's thoughts like this that catch

My troubled head when you're away, When I am missing you to death.

When you are out there on the road, For several weeks of shows

And when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights, Come down now, they'll say

But everything looks perfect from faraway, Come down now but we'll stay.

Hermione wasn't exaggerating when she had told Harry that the papers were going wild. The stories were ridiculous, disbelieving, and many of the students at Hogwarts were guessing themselves what actually happened that one August night, but the funny thing was that the stories the papers had come out with were absolutely accurate for once.

Harry and Draco didn't find it necessary to hide their relationship. Not with Lucius in Azkaban for life, Voldemort gone, and Narcissa awaiting trial for accessory to a few murders Lucius had commited against Muggles. Draco seemed unphased by this and if he was, he definitely didn't show it or share it with Harry.

The students of Hogwarts weren't accepting, but they were too bloody scared of the wrathful Slytherin to approach the newest, hottest couple. They spent the majority of their time in classes, out by the Lake with Kearia (who was only allowed on school grounds when accompanied directly by Harry), or in the library with Ron and Hermione.

Things were finally beginning to calm down. But something was still off about these two boys. It was one day when Harry was leaning against a tree in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest by Hagrid's Hut that he finally admitted what he had been feeling for two months now. It was early November, his heavy cloak was pulled tight around himself as Draco sat beside him watching Kearia play.

"I-I don't like it here," Harry admitted hoarsley.

Draco tightened his arm around the boy and gently leaned over to kiss the top of his head. "What do you mean, you don't like it here? Is it me?" he asked worriedly.

"Oh heavens no Draco, it could never be you. I love you," Harry quickly assured him and then sighed, looking off through the trees in the distance. "It's Hogwarts. Well, not really Hogwarts the place but...I dunno. This," Harry shrugged, he didn't really know how to put into words what he was feeling.

"It's all these people in one place, going to lessons and gossiping, thinking that whoevers taking whoever to the Yule Ball is more important than anything else in the world," Draco began with understanding, his eyes never leaving Kearia, "It's how mundane this life feels now, how unimportant everything has become. How ridiculous it feels to get up, shower, goto breakfast and then to class everyday, how we're supposed to worry about the Qudditch Cup and House Points, how we're supposed to watch how lude we are in front of people. It's too much. Too many people all in one room, you can't really connect with any of them because there's just...too much," Draco sighed heavily and felt Harry snuggle closer into him.

"That's exactly it," he whispered in response. "I-I don't think I want it anymore,"

"Neither do I," Draco said assuringly.

It was the first day of snowfall that day, but the two didn't move from their spot leaning against the tree as they mulled over their thoughts quietly. They didn't move or speak, but they merely understood exactly what they both had meant by their words. They didn't need to discuss what was coming for them in their future, because it was both of their natural next steps.

As November turned into December and the Christmas holidays passed without much of a trouble, everybody around the two boys seemed to act like everything was normal. A lot of people were a lot happier than usual because of the Dark Lord's absence, but many Slytherin students seemed sour because most of their parents were locked away in Azkaban.

It didn't go unnoticed by the entire school that Draco and Harry, whenever they weren't together that was, were completely quiet and withdrawn. Draco barely had the audacity to insult those he still believed were beneath him, and Harry hardly ever listened to the conversations of his best friends around him. He didn't like going to Hogsmeade anymore either, or enjoying a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks on friday nights. All he wanted to do was sit with Draco in the Forest or by the lake, reading and watching Kearia play.

Both of them had taken a huge liking to reading, it was becoming their life and much more important than their studies. They were both failing pretty much every class but neither seemed to care. Hermione and Ron were growing increasingly worried but didn't say a word as winter slowly melted into spring.

It didn't take Harry and Draco long as the warm weather peeked out for them to finally act on what they had decided on that November afternoon all those months ago. It was one early Wednesday morning when the two had risen earlier than the rest of Hogwarts, as they always did rise with the sun. They met in the Great Hall with a few pieces of parchment and a quill, Harry began to write without even greeting Draco who sat across from him smiling calmly.

It just seemed so right. It took Harry awhile to find the words he wanted to say, and he decided to keep his letter rather short.

Harry found Hedwig in the Owlrey an hour later and gave her their letter. He then clasped tightly onto Draco's hand and turned to the blonde who was still smiling. Harry found it such a beautiful sight. "Are you ready, love?" he asked gently.

Draco reached up and cupped Harry's face and leaned in to kiss him gently. "I have been ready for the past eight months," he whispered and then allowed Harry to lead the way down the many staircases of Hogwarts.

The two boys walked hand-in-hand out onto the grounds with the dewey morning grass as the sun lit their way. Kearia was waiting for them just outside of the Forbidden Forest, bending down slightly as she allowed the two boys to climb onto her large back. Harry held the Chimeara's mane as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and breathed in his scent, sighing happily. "I love you so much Harry," he said.

"I love you too, more than anything else in this world, Draco," Harry admitted and then Kearia took off at an exasperated run.

Back in the Gryffindor Tower, Ron had been woken up by Hedwig pecking at his nose. Swatting her away seemed not to work as she would only come back, so the redhead finally grumbled and walked over to Harry's bed to find it made and empty. Grumbling, Ron took the letter being offered to him and saw whom it was addressed to.

Furrowing his brow, he woke Hermione up in the Girls dormitory and then the two went down into the Common Room. "I don't get it...why did he write us a letter?"

"I dunno, think it's a joke or something?" Ron asked curiously.

"Here, I'll read it," Hermione offered her boyfriend, taking the letter as they settled down on the couch in front of the fireplace.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

I love you guys so much, but we can't keep doing this. Draco and I don't belong here anymore, we belong outside and at one with the world around us. We're going to be much happier this way, trust us. Don't go looking for us. We'll come and visit you once schools done. Don't worry about us, either. We know how to survive, and we've got Kearia with us for protection.

Please don't be angry with me, but we had to do this. It's in our blood now. It's who we are. We're finally going home. Good luck with exams, we will see you in a few months.

Love From,

Harry and Draco.

P.S. Take care of Hedwig for me, would you Ron?

fini

I've tried my best to leave This all on your machine

But that perisistent beat It sounded thin upon listening.

And that frankly will not fly, You'll hear the shrillest highs

And lowest lows with the windows down, When this is guiding you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights

Come down, now, they'll say

But everything looks perfect from faraway

Come down now, but we'll stay.