Disclaimer: everyone in this fic belongs to J.K. Rowling. The song "She's
So High" belongs to Tal Bachman.
Disclaimer: everyone in this fic belongs to J.K. Rowling. The song "She's
So High" belongs to Tal Bachman.
Author's note: This little songfic just popped into my head one night.
It is a POV fic on a scene in GOF which we are told about but which is
not shown.
"She's blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound"
She's there. I can't see her clearly but no one else has hair like that….
A shimmering blonde stream like moonlight…..
"But somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen"
Get a grip, Weasley. You just walk past. Don't look, or you'll end up
stammering and staring and looking like an idiot. And there's all kinds
of people around, too.
"'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high,
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me."
Surrounded by people. She always is. The little ring of guys, half of
them with that slack, dumbfounded expression. If she isn't a veela, she's
got whatever kind of magic they have down pat, anyway.
"First class and fancy free
She's high society
She's got the best of everything"
Magic? Why would she need magic for that? She's gorgeous, and a champion.
Probably one of the top in her class. And Beauxbatons…. Everyone knows
that's a rich kid's school. She's probably rolling in Galleons too.
"What could a guy like me ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be
Why should I even bother?"
Talking with the older guys, of course. What could I even say to her?
I'm three years younger, I'm not a champion, and I'm one of the poorest
kids at Hogwarts. Every important thing I've ever done has been about
Harry. Even the times I've gotten into major trouble have been
about Harry. He'd have a chance, maybe, but he's not interested. He wants
Cho to go with him.
"'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high,
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me"
Well, this isn't doing it, Weasley. You've got to walk past her to get
anywhere. She's right in the middle of the entrance hall, and you'd look
like a total prat if you tried to slink past without looking that way.
Just walk past normally, like everyone else.
"She calls to speak to me
I freeze immediately
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal"
Good. She's talking to Cedric. She's busy, and…..
Her hair…….
Her eyes ……
"Fleur, would you want to go to the dance with me?"
I wonder who said that. He sounds really dumb. But it sounded like…..
THAT WAS ME!
"'Cause somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen"
She's staring. She's looking at me as if I were some kind of worm or
bug and everybody else is staring too and starting to snicker and I….
Just run…. Anything you say will make it worse. Run!
"'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me…."
