disclaimer: see chapter one

#3 -- Perfectly imperfect

Perfect fingers dance over ivory and ebony keys; slowly then faster, creating a flowing rythem and lilting melody. The fingers, as pale as the white keys they are playing, are not usually used to create beauty. Usually they bring pain and destruction. But now they are pale and elegant, free of the blood that usually adorn the fingertips and palms. One hand is raised to push blond hair out of pale forehead, lightly brushing a thin scar. The hand returns to the keys, resuming its play.

Aross the room, Draco Malfoy smiles and closes his eyes, listening to the music his father so seldomly plays.

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