Gliding Hands

Music drifted in through speakers in the small intimate bar. Draco was out on one of these blind dates Blaise so loved to set him up on. This one was to his liking, tall, blonde, with a gorgeous French accent, she used to go to Beauxbatons, a year below Draco, but Draco couldn't concentrate on her intricate beauty that she was rabbiting on about.

'You zee my beautiful blonde 'air, oll natural, oll from my gorgeous muzer….'

All Draco could concentrate on was the gorgeous music.

'Excuse me just a second, my dear.' Cutting her off and reaching out, he took her hand and lightly kissed it, so as not to offend her with his absence. She nodded in understanding and concentrated on her drink.

Draco, slowly waltzed over to the barman.

'Excuse me,' Draco said, grabbing his attention from a pretty young girl.

'Can I get ye a drink, laddie?' The barman inquired in his strong Scottish accent.

'Um, no I was just wondering do you know who plays that music.'

'Well, apart from our pianist in the back, no sorry lad.' Draco's face fell the music was so entrancing, and he couldn't help but think he'd heard it before.

'Oh,'

'I can however, let you ask her yourself. She's gotta know lad, she is playing it.' Brightening up again, the barman led Draco around the back of the bar and through into a small, cosy room.

By the wall, a dark mahogany piano was placed. A small light above, illuminating, the keys, soft creamy hands moving expertly across them, with barely a touch such beautiful music flooded from the instrument. Draco took another step inside, the barman long gone, to serve the young girl most probably. A girl sat on a small bench just in front of the piano. Silently Draco took to a small seat to one side of the room, just seeing a small portion of the girl's profile, but not being seen himself.

He watched as her poised hands glided, taking in the sound, he closed his eyes, back to the last time he had heard such beautiful music.

Flashback:

Music pulled him from his restless sleep. Drowsily opening his eyes, he found himself in his private room, at Hogwarts. Since becoming Head boy he had moved into these new quarters. There were many perks to this arrangement, unfortunately however, one not so great. Hermione, bane of his existence and annoying top of their class, was Head girl, and they had to share a common room with each other. Though during the year this was not so much a problem any more as each avoided each other at all costs and arranged to leave and arrive at different times so as not to bump into each other in the common room.

So here he was, awoken by some sensual murmurs. Curious, he crept out of bed, walked down his spiral staircase and across the common room. Upon opening the door to the outside, he came face to face with Hermione.

She was clad in small black shorts and a red low cut strappy top, apparently her pyjamas, and she was blushing. Draco took in the view, and stopping suddenly realising the music had stopped.

Hermione after looking at his face of bewilderment, quickly dodged past him and up her stairs to avoid her embarrassment any further. Draco didn't care, he ventured out onto the cold stone flagging under his feet, the music still ringing in his ears though quite plainly having ceased.

Draco came across a small door just opposite him, peering at the door it appeared to have no handle, just a small stone figure. The door must need a password like the paintings, he thought to himself. Studying the figure further, he noticed a small piece of cloth, red, it was soft silk. Draco didn't know anyone who wore silk exept for himself, and he didn't wear red, so it couldn't have been his. Draco pocketed the sample and went back to bed.

The next day Draco was out of the common room first, but stopped.

The door wasn't any where to be seen, did I really see it last night then he wondered, 'oomf'

Hermione had run out of the common room door and straight into Draco's back. Holding onto his hip she regained her balance. Draco turned, seeing she was red with embarrassment, she mumbled her apoligises and hurried down the corridor, her shiny straight hair flowing behind her. Wait, what, where's her frizzy hair inquiring to himself, her hair looked rather nice like that. Ignoring his slight lapse of judgement, he quickly ran down the other corridor late for class once again.