A/N- An idea just hit me, like lightning. BAM! Just like that. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer- See chapter one.
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Hermione sighed and kept walking, the silver flute with gold fastenings hooked to her waist under Harry's borrowed invisibility cloak. It was late and Hermione was going into the forbidden forest, to climb a tree and play there. She liked to move around a bit, not keep in the same place for too long. She might get discovered. She wouldn't want that.
She stepped into the forest and sighed again. Once she got a little deeper into the thick grove of trees, she pulled the cloak off and let the cool night air blow across her cheeks. She found a suitable climbing tree almost immediately, a tall oak with thick, low branches.
She grasped the lowest branch with one hand and found another handhold for her other and hauled herself into the tree. She climbed ever higher, not stopping until she reached about halfway up the trunk, where there was a thick, sturdy branch that she could lean on without worrying about falling. She inhaled deeply and put the silver flute with gold fastenings to her lips. She blew softly and relished in the mellow sound of the instrument. Out of all of the instruments she played, flute was her favorite, tenor sax a close second.
Hermione began to play. By the time she got to playing "A Whole New World," there was another person in the forest. She didn't know this, but Draco Malfoy had chosen to sit under a tree not too far from where she was. He had just arrived when she started this song. And when she got to the end, where there was a call and answer section, he played as well.
The flute called and the trumpet answered, the flute called and the trumpet answered, the flute called and the trumpet answered. Then both instruments played in harmony. The flute held the last note and the trumpet had a small solo at the very end. Then the music stopped as each of them waited for the other to make the next move.
Finally, Draco broke the silence with, "Please come out from wherever you are hiding."
Hermione froze and almost fell from her branch. She recognized that voice, but she had never heard it pleading. For its owner was egotistical and only said things that put others down.
She slowly stepped down from her perch, careful to hook the silver flute with gold fastenings to her waist and grab the invisibility cloak.
She landed catlike on the hard ground and unhooked the flute, clutching it to her chest. She left the invisibility cloak on the ground and stepped into the moonlight. She looked up at Draco, puzzlement written across her face. For some reason, the thin, white scar on her face was more visible in the moonlight.
"Here to gloat, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"No," He paused and then said, "Hermione." Hermione's eyes widened at his use of her given name.
His eyes traced the scar on her cheek, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew that she would be sensitive about it, just like he was sensitive about his scars.