Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or Harry Potter. All credit to JK Rowling and WB studios. Draco lazed languidly in the overgrown grass by the shores of the lake, half concealed by the spreading foliage of a dense bush as he flicked absentmindedly through the pages of his Transfiguration book. To the casual observer, it would appear that he was studying hard, intently focused on the book before him, but this wasn't accurate. Draco's eyes may have been on the pages of his book, but he was alert, tense, listening out for something of vital importance that had come to define his Saturday afternoons.

There were footsteps to Draco's right followed by a hollow thump.

"You prat Ron!" Draco heard Harry exclaim and he grinned to himself - Weasel must have dropped that old guitar Potter had been carrying about for weeks, ever since Christmas actually. Draco waited with bated breath, listening intently, all pretense of studying forgotten. Then came the soft lilting melody that stirred the strings of the guitar and resonated powerfully in the depths of Draco's heart. He closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, subconsciously mimicking the placement and formation of Potter's fingers as he strummed the chords to an old song.

"Sweet home Alabama.." Harry sang softly to himself. "Where the skies are so blue..." His thoughts drifted as he played, finding the music to flow more from heart than memory. It wasn't until the next chorus that he realised another voice had joined his. A low sweet hum joined the melody of the guitar and blended beautifully with Harry's voice. "Lord I'm coming home to you..." Harry finished with a final strum of the strings.

Draco heard footsteps and looked up into the startlingly green eyes of Harry Potter. He had been lying in a daze, a trance of contentment, lost in the music. He hadn't realised he'd been humming aloud. Draco's pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Harry smiled to himself, shouldered the guitar and walked back to the castle, savoring a feeling of peace and quiet satisfaction. He had never seen Malfoy so relaxed and calm, no scathing comments coming from his mouth. Just at peace with the world. He must remember to play more often...