Nothing unusual happened during the next few weeks. Harry's scar hurt more frequently, meaning, as he says, that the time will come when Voldemort and Draco and Harry must duel to the death.
It was near the end of April when Hermione found out what Draco's talent was. She got up around midnight because she really had to go to the bathroom. When she opened her door, she heard music, muggle music.
"You never told me you played the guitar," said Hermione.
Draco looked up and blushed a little. "I was going to tell you."
"How long have you been playing?" asked Hermione. She settled herself next to him.
"Two years," said Draco. "It was hard though. I could only practice in the dead of night because of my father."
"How do you know muggle music?" asked Hermione.
"My father let me do as I pleased so I went to muggle London and bought some sheets," said Draco.
"What can you play?" asked Hermione.
"I can play almost anything if you give me the music," said Draco.
"Cool," said Hermione. "Do you sing?"
"No," said Draco.
"Oh," said Hermione. "Play me he first song you learned."
"Ok," said Draco. He started to strum his guitar and started to play Simple Plan I'd Do Anything. Hermione started to hum the song.
"You're very good," said Hermione after he finished.
"Come on, let's go back to bed," said Draco.
"Ok, good night," Hermione kissed his cheek, went to the bathroom, and went to bed. Draco picked up all his stuff and went to bed himself.
A/N: I know its short, but if you have any ideas for this chappie, post them in your review please:)