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The Griffindor seeker briskly scurried down the hallway, intently following the sound of a singing voice accompanied by a piano. It was the fourth time this week that the gentle playing of a piano and the soothing voice of a mysterious mastermind was heard echoing down the hallway. It was clear that whoever was singing was performing their own song. Usually after a few chords, annoyed grunts, mumbles, and occasional obscenities would come from the mystic melody maker to voice their frustration. Entranced and enticed, the raven-haired boy stopped right outside the door of an almost deserted classroom. Unfortunately, the green eyed boy was unable to see into the room to observe who was playing the piano, as it was all but pitch- black, except for a solitary, silver light that shone around the piano. Unbeknownst to the pianist and singer, the listener gingerly stepped into the room, careful not to make a sound and disrupt the working beauty.

In an instant, the elegant hymn was replaced by a heart-wrenching sob emitted by the virtuoso. Without hesitation, the admirer ambulated over to the musician, gently gathering them into his arms. Resisting initially, the lyricist eventually gave in to the embrace offered by the stranger. Tears tumbled down the musician's face, framing delicate features in unspeakable pain. Cheekbones clung to circles of salty water, lips were lined with moisture, and a jawbone glittered with clear droplets. Time lapsed and tears slowly ceased. A crimson color crossed the composer's cheeks, and a set of silver eyes darted downward. The intruder rose to his feet and offered a single hand. Unspoken knowledge was passed through them, and Draco rose to take Harry's hand.