It was now Friday and Hermione sat in Charms class, taking notes vigorously like usual. She craned her neck to the side and let out small sigh. She glanced upwards and saw a pale faced white blonde head staring at her. She quickly shifted her gaze back down and continued to take notes. "Why was he staring at me?" she thought. She didn't want to get too caught up in it and soon the bell rang for the end of class. She gathered her books and shoved them in her bag. She made to leave but her path was blocked by a tall figure.

"Enjoy the view Granger?" Draco drawled "Please Malfoy, you were the one staring and I happened to glance up." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes and tried to shove past him. "Right, you keep telling yourself that." Draco moved so Hermione could walk past, but not far enough so that he roughly bumped her shoulder. "Filthy mudblood." Draco spat quietly "Abominable twat." Hermione viciously said back as she walked away.

"Hey you okay?" Harry asked as he jogged up to her Hermione's side. "Huh? Oh yeah. Draco just being awful like always." She shook her head to try and get him out of her mind.

Later that night, Hermione made her way to the music room. She normally never let Draco get to her in such a way, but today, he couldn't help it. He had called her names many times before, and usually she just let it brush off her shoulder. But she just couldn't shake it today. She opened the door and did a quick scan of the room like normal. She placed the silencing charm and took her usual place on the bench. She didn't quite know what she was feeling today. She was feeling hate but also sadness because he was always so mean to her. She knew it was because of her blood status, but she often found herself wondering, what they would their friendship would be like if that didn't matter. If they had one at all.

She took out a sheet of music that she had been practicing. She loved this piece but she couldn't quite get a handle on it. It was Brahms - Rhapsody in G minor Op. 79 No. 2. She unfortunately didn't have an actual copy of the music, it was hand written. The paper was old and it had smudges on it that messed up some of the writing. She began to play and tried to ease her mind.

Draco made his way up the passageway. He couldn't hear anything yet but he knew that she was there. He opened the door, which to his luck has always been silent. He knew at once what she was playing. As many people didn't know, Draco himself knew how to play piano, and he could play it well. He had lessons since he was six. But this particular piece was his favorite. He loved the way it moved and he knew the piece by heart. He started to move his hands along with the music, but all of the sudden, Hermione struck a wrong key. It made Draco flinch. He heard her curse slightly and then start again. This had been going for half and hour, where she would play and then mess up, and she was growing more and more frustrated with each passing moment. He watched her stand and then take the sheets of music and throw them angrily across the room. She took her folder from the stand and then stormed out of the room. Draco crept out and picked up the sheets and glanced over them, that's why she kept messing up.

Draco spent the next hour at the piano and played out the piece and writing in and fixing any mistakes and missing notes. When he had finished he tucked the papers away and crept back down the passageway.

The next day, Hermione waited for it to be over. She wanted to go back and get her music and try again. She was so upset at Draco that when she kept messing up, it made her more angry. At last when the night, at around midnight she crept out of the common room and made her way down the corridor. She opened the door and made her way to the bench. There she saw something peculiar, her music, but the missing pieces had been filled in and there was corrections on the page. Just then a dark low voice sounded. "I fixed it for you." Hermione's eyes scanned the room, but it was dark and she couldn't see anyone. Hermione was speechless. The voice came again, and it sounded demanding and harsh.

"Play it."