Can't Get Away

The full lyrics of Can't Get Away:
I miss the sand on the concrete floor
I miss the way it was before
no one even knew me
your eyes looked right through me
And I'm taking off your clothes
And you bloom like a rose

I can't get away from you

And where the ocean meets the land
Is like the sliding of your hand
Prickles up my skin
And I can feel the changing weather
While alone along that coast
Sense memories of your ghost

I can't get away from you

Deliver me, shut me up
Deliver me
Give into me, Release
Deliver me, deliver me

Through the airport corridors
In magazines in stores
If I see your face once more
Cause you know I can't ignore it
I recognize that pose
When you bloomed like a rose

I can't get away from you

The jeep gets broke on a blown out road and I'm a tourist with a real light load
Will the government hold one month away, missed our places where we always stay
How come we always pick these spots
Feeling like a have in the land of have nots, sleeping on cots
Wishing that I had some tater-tots

And there's postcards written
I know I'll never send
The moment is gone and won't come again
I ride with souls who find no peace
Still I look to you to find release

And the travelers return
Through the panic doors
Walking through the airport corridors
Welcome back now from the foreign shores
And I walk alone
And the ghost that I carry is your
Tiger shark is azure blue
I hope the vision you had returns to you

And the actual story...

Can't Get Away

Hermione Granger dug her toes into the sand, the cool ocean water lapping at her feet. She felt a familiar presence behind her.

“I miss the sand on the concrete floor,” she said. He nodded knowingly, slipping his arms around her bare waist, remembering.

It had been mid-December. It was cold and there was a thick sheet of snow on the ground. Hermione’s eyes looked wistful as she told him about the beaches she had been to. He didn’t mention the beaches he’d seen; his new wife would hardly like to hear about the vast number of topless scenes he’d set foot in. Compulsively, he conjured up a blindfold and dragged her willing self to the storage room of their new home. They hadn’t unfinished packing yet; there was nothing to store.

Hermione had jumped when she felt the cool concrete against her feet. He said a spell and suddenly, Hermione wasn’t standing on concrete anymore. It was sand. Fine white sand, warm like it had been baking under the sun for eternity. The blindfold came off and she smiled.

They lay in the sand, kissing and just enjoying each other’s company. Hermione stared up at the enchanted ceiling and could have sworn she could smell the ocean air.

“No one even knew me.” His breath tickled her neck, but his lips burned it.

He had given up hope of ever being with her. He kept himself secluded and withdrawn from the world, giving the pretense of not caring.

“Your eyes looked right through me,” he said, staring into her depth.

She alone had seen through his façade, choosing to ask what went wrong instead of accepting the position of innocent bystander.

She stroked his hands lovingly, wanting to capture the feel of him.

“I sense memories of your ghost,” she told him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Even now, years later, she could sense the man he had once been, fiery at times, sullen and utterly empty at others.

“How come we always pick these spots?” he asked, choosing not to reply to her comment. He knew that no matter what he did, there would always be a piece of him from his school days that would never be tamed.

“Where the ocean meets the land is like the sliding of your hand, prickles up my skin and I can feel the changing weather,” she whispered, pressing her hands over his. He smiled; she had always had a way of speaking that entranced him. They fell into deep thought, both of them remembering how quickly tides can change. How quickly passion can be ignited. How quickly fire can be burned with ice.

Hermione was yelling at him, shrieking about his family, when she suddenly fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands. His own anger dissipated at the sight of her crying and he walked over, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“I miss the way it was before,” she said weakly, not looking at him. He knew what she was referring to. The no strings attached relationship they had once had. The lustful, but never loving, nights they had spent together. But somewhere along the way, they had fallen in love and there was no turning from love. She pounded through his veins, her essence carried through him. He understood she meant she missed the simplicity of life then, not the callous nature of their coupling. At that moment, he understood her better than she would ever know.

He started playing with the strings that were holding Hermione’s top in place.

“Give in to me,” he breathed, his voice hot with desire, tugging the tie loose. Hermione tossed her head back playfully, kissing him at the most awkward angle she could think of – upside down.

He picked up her lithe body and placed her between his legs. She laughed softly, a sly look sliding across her face. She began picking at the buttons of his dark shirt, whispering words of what she wanted to do to him.

“…and I’m taking off your clothes,” she murmured, her hot breath lighting a fire in him.

He sighed, his head getting progressively lighter. She continued to chide him, teasing him the way only she could. Abruptly, he decided he wouldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her firmly around the waist and pulled her even closer to him, their skin meeting and sending pleasant shocks up both their bodies.

“Shut me up,” she told him, a devious look embedded in her eyes. So he did. Pushing her backwards, he fell on top of her and kissed her hungrily. They were on a secluded area of the beach, a place they had acquired from his inheritance. Hermione was grateful for this as they gave into one another, turning their separate entities into one, the cool salty water sneaking under her back from time to time.

They melted into each other again and again, sighing and gasping and moaning and panting. Neither of them had a coherent thought, except for the same one that kept flashing through their minds. The one little thought that said so much in three little words. With one last strangled cry, they fused together, never wanting to part. But part they did. Sighing contentedly, Hermione lay across his bare chest, vaguely wondering where she had thrown his shirt, not knowing this would be their last day together.

Hermione woke with a start, a smile on her lips, still able to feel him on her skin. That day of memories had been years ago. It had been one of the most memorable days. She could almost feel the sun kissing her auburn hair. The waves rolling in, blanketing them over and over and over. The warm, sultry feel of the summer air around them.

Her smile faded and her gaze fixed on a picture taken that day. They looked so happy. He looked so happy. The thought that his last moments were filled with contentment and euphoria comforted her. A tear slid down her cheek and producing two single roses, one black, one white, she walked out.

She walked, and walked, and walked. Through the traffic, the rain, the damp grass. Walked until she reached him once again. She placed the roses on the headstone, watching as the rain dripped off the petals. Black and white. Never acceptable alone, but between them, the perfect balance can be found.

Looking where he lay, deep underground, she recalled his face and read the inscription aloud,

“And there’s postcards written
I know I’ll never send
The moment is gone and won’t come again.”

It had ended so suddenly, so unexpected. She thought they had gotten over it, gotten over her tainted blood. But he brought disgrace on them, bringing a Mudblood into the family.

She knew he would have wanted her to move on, but she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t. She looked to the sky and saw him there.

“I ride with souls who find no peace. Still I look to you to find release. And I walk alone, and the ghost I carry is yours.” She sunk to the ground, her face wet with a mixture of her own salty, burning tears and the cool, refreshing rain.

The stormy sky his eyes, the lightning his hair, the rose bush the same shade as his lips once were. He was everywhere. Hermione’s chest racked with sobs and tears that couldn’t come any more.

“I can’t get away from you,” she whispered, remembering her only true love and making a small dagger appear before her. A serpent snaked around the metal, taunting her.

“I can’t get away from you,” she repeated. So she did the only thing she could fathom anymore. Plunging the dagger deep into her heart, her weeping soul relaxed. She couldn’t get away from him, but this way, she wouldn’t have to. Her last thought before she was rendered unconscious was Draco, a perfect smile curving on her lips.