A Grand Soliloquy

A/N: The definition of as soliloquy, in case you don't already know is: An act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regaurdless of any hearers.

And in the case of this story, we are using the word soliloquy as expressing ones thoughts/feelings through music as if oblivious to any hearers.

Also I would like to point out that this story has kind of a 'Phantom of the Opera' feel to it alongside of it being a Dramione fic. Anyways, enough rambling and here is the story, I hope to make it a long one and that you like it.

P.S: This is kind of a foreground chapter, so I apologize if you find it a bit boring. But it will get better. -Mills

Chapter 1

The halls of Hogwarts were deserted, the only sound was the soft echo of her footsteps on the ground. It was close to midnight, everyone had gone to bed or at least retired to their common rooms. Hermione, however could not sleep. She had been doing this since her first year at Hogwarts, and she had not been caught yet, although she was pretty sure no one went in this room unless it was during the day for rehearsals.

She creaked open the door and poked her head inside and made sure that there wasnt a body in sight. She went in and softly shut the door behind her and placed a silencing charm on the room so that if anyone were to happen to walk by, they wouldn't be able to hear anything. Hermione closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Although she seemed calm and relaxed during the day, and she didn't show much emotion, she needed a way to vent out her feelings and her thoughts. She always found that she could do that through music.

The room was large, and had raised crecent shaped steps to allow for the choir to stand in formation, there were also other musical instruments strewn about. The room had an open feeling, like you could breathe and take in all the oxygen in the world. This was her favorite place in the whole castle, besides the library of course. It had a cold chill, and the moonlight shown through the glass windows. A chill crept down her spine as she breathed in the cold air. "This is perfect." she thought.

Her eyes quickly found the instrument that she longingly needed to play. It was a grand piano, a Steinway to be exact, and it was the most beautiful instrument that she had ever laid eyes on, it was a Steinway Model B Victorian Style Concert Grand Piano, from 1890. She walked to it and lightly swept her fingers across the ivory keys. She sat on the old leather seat and placed her folder on the stand. She thummed through her music and found the piece she was looking for, she straightend her back and began to play.

She played Beethovens Moonlight Sonata. She almost knew this piece by heart since she played it so often. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to move along with her hands. She could feel the tension that had built up slowly fade away. She finished the piece and let out a sigh of content. She rubbed her face with her hands and felt the mark of tiredness creeping through her. She gathered her music and folder and removed the silencing charm from the room, opened the door and stuck her head out to make sure that no one was there. She crept out and slowly made her way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Draco watched her leave the room and then he himself stepped out of the hidden door in the music room and stood in the middle of the room. He had found a passageway that led from a lower classroom in the dungeons of the castle to the music room. He wasnt sure if anyone else knew it was there. He stumbled across it one night in his second year. Draco had trouble sleeping most nights and he liked to go for walks when the castle was deserted as it gave him the time to think without being annoyed by idiotic questions and chatter from his "friends".

When he had found the passageway and explored it, it had come to a door and he slowly opened and it and his ears had filled with music. He was careful not to make a sound and he listened. He didnt know who it was at first, but the sound he was hearing was beautiful and he didnt want to disturb it. He waited until the song had finished and he creeped out a bit further to see who it was. And to his suprise, it was Hermione. Not only was she good at school work, she was good at piano. His grey eyes followed her as she picked up her folder and left.

Over time Draco could pick up what type of mood she was in by what she played. One time he made it an experiment and was particulary ruthless in the way he treated her that day, and came that night when she played, she played Sokolov - Chopin Prelude #16 in B Flat Minor. Which by the sound, is a little aggressive. It was a faster piece and she moved her whole body blasting through. Through the time that he kept coming back to the passageway, and she was there, Draco could think of many other things he could be doing, but he always found himself walking the passage and listening to her play. Nevertheless, Draco felt himself tire and went back to the passage way and he too made his way back to the Slytherin common room.

A/N: I know like I stated before, a bit boring, but stay tuned my friends! Read and Review please and I'd love your musical suggestions! -Mills