Music Shop
The Magical Music music shop was quite on the Sunday morning, Diagon Ally streets mostly clear. The few that did enter the shop only stopped to listen to the manager play the piano. She was talented, and know all through-out wizard London. When they left the shop keeper only kept playing, never pausing, never hesitating. She played, even when, on this Sunday morning, her door opened and a child's laugh reached her ears. Or when a small hand pulled on her shirt and a weight sat beside her on the bench. The hand never let go as she played, and finally as her song was reaching the climax she looked down to the child.
He had tousled blonde hair, bright gray eyes, and a to die for smile. His laugh reached her ears as she played, it was soft, yet rough for some one his age. She only played and smiled at him, and faced her piano again. She knew who he was, he was Scropious Snape Malfoy. Draco Lusicus Malfoys son, a man she hadn't seen in three and a half years. His son was a striking resemblance to him. It was almost scary, yet she showed no emotion as she played. She only waited. Waited for a enraged man to barge into her quite shop and demand to know why his son was close to a filthy mudblood. She only waited. The great Hermione Granger waited, The war hero, and Famous pianist, waited. She was someone who had great patience. So she waited.
Only five short minutes later her shop door opened and a sigh of relief filled the room. No shouting, no accusations on to why the boy sat so close. Nothing just a silent relief he had been located. She closed her eyes as she finished the song. Her fingers lingering over the keys. Prolonging the meeting . She stood and the boy held tight to her shirt. When a very male voice filled the room "Scropious". He jumped and let go of her shirt, then jumped off the bench running to the source. Hermione then walked around the bench and stood in front of the check out counter. She looked at the two. He gaze lingering on the mans face. He had matured, and time was kind to him. He had the same length hair, yet it was pale as ever. His gray as had a light in them as he looked at his son. A light she saw in Harry and Ron when they looked at their children. She smiled softly, as he hugged the boy to him. Whispering to not run off again. He was scared. Then he stood, and she once again realized just how short she really was. He towered over her, at least by a foot. It was at that time he met her gaze.
