-New Moon (The Meadow)- Alexandre Desplat
[Don't judge, P.S. It is a piano piece, no lyrics.]
No one would ever imagine that a pureblood wizard with a shit ton of money and fame would be required to take piano lessons. Not even the wizard himself. Draco Malfoy sat perched on a black marble bench, his black robes falling freely to the ground, his fingers gliding upon the keys of the black piano with such dainty precision, he could've been mistaken for a woman, minus his harshly angular shoulders and linear face.
Narcissa has always loved music, the piano especially, so it was not really a surprise when she enrolled her son of now 22 into piano lessons 14 years ago. Draco was giving a simple performance, with music from a favorite new-generation composer, Italian Alexandre Desplat.
What was a shock was that in the fourth row in the right side of Draco's vision sat a peculiar girl. A witch that had only the name of being the smartest muggle born in the history of Hogwarts. He hadn't seen Hermione Granger since the war that disposed of Lord Voldemort, making the world at peace again.
He hadn't seen that she turned into a fine woman, with curvy hips, well-sized breasts that drew attention with the black dress she wore. Her frizzy rat's nest she called hair has been tamed down and produced long, thin curls that cascaded down her back. He caught himself staring not at the music nor the keys but her. She smiled and gave a tiny wave, catching him so off guard that he nearly stopped playing altogether.
But what caught him most off guard was that she was seated directly behind his fiancé Astoria Greengrass and his mother, Narcissa. Hermione knew very well where she sat and who surrounded her and gave Draco a knowing smirk, sending shivers down his spine. If she weren't a mud blood and he wasn't *cough* in love *cough* with Astoria, he'd drop his fiancé all together and shag Hermione right on this piano.
His piece slowed to an end, with which produced a loud tremor of clapping from the audience. Many stood up, including Hermione and not including his family. Hermione nodded to him and made her way through the row and down the aisle, her hips swaying. Draco knew that move; he'd seen it, done it. She wanted him to follow her. How is he to deny such a lady?