So, for the record. I'm fully aware that Les Mis came out in the 1980's and in the HP timeline the Malfoys were teens in the 60's. I meant to put a little thing saying that I'm messing up music timelines, so try to ignore the fact that modern songs were around in their life. They just fit.

It was hard to tell who was the most miserable of the group that made way their way up the stairs of the castle. Bellatrix was furious that her private time with Lucius had been taken away while he was livid that he had to deal with Bellatrix, who was currently attached to his arm. Then there was Narcissa who was absolutely pissed that she not only had to go a tour of this house, but had her book taken away, and was now watching her sister hang over Lucius.

The others weren't quite as mad. Sirius was fine just wandering around the castle. It was better than being stuck with his parents and the Malfoys at least. It was impossible to tell what Regulus was thinking; he had that same stupid little boy expression on his face as always while Medusa was watching the crowd with wide eyes.

"So, you do you read a lot?" she asked Narcissa. The two had fallen to the back of the group, fine by both of them. Ahead of them, Bellatrix was talking nonstop and attempting to get Lucius to say something other than "yes" or "no".

"Yes."

Medusa almost rolled her eyes. She had pretty much pinned down the type of person that Narcissa was. Like Medusa she knew she was gorgeous but unlike Medusa she did not use that to get what she wanted. Instead, Narcissa focused on making herself smart and aloof in order to make a reputation as something better than the pretty sister of Bellatrix. It was so predictable that Medusa felt like laughing.

"Like what?" pressed the Malfoy girl.

"I'm sorry, why would you care?" Narcissa snapped.

"It's either I talk to you or Bellatrix. I'm going to go with you for now," lied Medusa. "So, what do you read?"

"Whatever I feel like. Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, Shakespeare. Mostly plays actually or stories that have been adapted into plays," Narcissa said. "Now, can you leave me alone?"

"No. You like plays, do you act?" asked Medusa.

"I'm a Black Daughter. Could you truly believe acting would be an option?" she laughed. "For the record, you would be a horrible actress."

"Excuse me?" God, no wonder the Blacks seemed less than thrilled with their youngest daughter. The Black Sisters were supposed to be refined, quiet and demure. Narcissa had no problem with saying what she was thinking and was definitely not refined or demure.

"The first thing you would have to as an actor is essentially lie. And you lie horribly. Why are you really talking to me?" she asked. The group of 'children' was still walking around the Malfoy castle and even Medusa had no idea where Lucius was leading them.

"If you want me to leave you alone, just say so," Medusa snapped.

"Fine then. Please go away."

Medusa almost felt her mouth drop open. She was Medusa Malfoy and no one talked to her like that. She wasn't sure if she found respect for Narcissa or whether she had just decided the girl was an idiot. Either way, she gave a slight huff and stormed up to where Lucius was pouting.

"Pardon me, but where are we going?" Medusa asked him. She had cleanly interrupted the one-sided conversation between Lucius and Bellatrix, earning a dirty look from her and a grateful look from him.

"The music room," he told Medusa.

"You have a music room?" Bellatrix picked up right on cue, attempting to keep Lucius's attention focused on her, even going as far as to pull on his arm that her hand had been resting on. "Do you play?"

"Yes." Normally, Lucius loved to talk about his music but with Bellatrix he remained dead silent.

"What do you play?"

"Whatever I feel like," Lucius snapped. That was partly true; he had the basics of most instruments but most of his time was spent on his guitar. Bellatrix was about to ask something else but they had reached the music room and Lucius quickly opened the door and abandoned Bellatrix upon stepping inside.

The music room was Lucius's favorite. It was filled with almost every instrument imaginable but the most used were Lucius's guitar, Medusa's violin and cello, and the piano. While both of the Malfoys had rudimentary piano skills they had made it easier on themselves and had their mother magic the piano into playing whatever they wanted.

"Nice," whispered Sirius as the door shut behind them. "DRUMS!"
"Sirius, no!" yelled Bellatrix but she was ignored. Sirius had all but launched himself onto the drum set and immediately launched into the first beat he could think of.

"Helter Skelter?" asked Lucius rhetorically. He would have known the Beatles tune anywhere.

"Hell yeah," answered Sirius over the drum. "This set is awesome."

"Luckily, the room is soundproof," said Medusa. "So we can play as loud as we want. Narcissa, what are you looking at?"

"Hm?" Narcissa had wandered away from the group immediately upon entering. her beautiful blue eyes had been drawn to something on one of the shelves. "A songbook."

"Do not start singing," ordered Bellatrix immediately. Sirius had stopped drumming now, leaving the room in eerie silence.

"Which songbook?" Even in the silence, Lucius's voice seemed unnaturally quiet, especially for him. His tone was so different, so much softer and gentler than his usual voice, that not only did Medusa notice it but also Bellatrix.

"Phantom of the Opera," Narcissa answered flatly. She had gone to but it away but Lucius, who was not standing next to her, plucked the book out of her hand and placed it on the piano.

Immediately, the piano began to play. That was the spell that Mercedes Malfoy had placed on the piano; once a songbook was placed on the piano it would play whatever song it was opened too. Given the idea that was forming in Medusa's head she would have expected Lucius to flip to the ever beautiful love duet "All I Ask of You". He was Lucius however, and opened to his favorite song; the powerful title song.

As soon as the opening cords started, Narcissa's eyes had widened. She practically flew over to the piano; looking at the songbook like it was her Bible. The change was amazing; the cold aloof princess had melted and left a delighted young girl.

"Narcissa," warned Bellatrix. She knew what was about to happen but was helpless to stop her sister as she opened her mouth to sing.

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice that calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind

Medusa was barely able to keep her mouth from falling open as Narcissa sang; Lucius failed utterly. Narcissa Black had an amazing voice; it was pure and soared over the music. She continued, taking the Phantom's verse of the song. She was so lost in her own world she did not notice that Lucius was still next to her until he began to sing with her.

Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my/your mind

Lucius's voice was just good as Narcissa's. He had an incredibly rich voice and a good range too. He also had a great ear for music and could tone his voice to match Narcissa's. As the song ended, Narcissa hitting ridiculously high notes as the song demanded, the two locked eyes. It was not until the last note of the song had faded that anyone spoke.

"You're very good," Lucius told Narcissa quietly. That was what was so new about Lucius's voice; he was shy.

"I know," Narcissa shrugged. That was it; she did not blush and mutter 'thank you', did not return the compliment. Lucius had opened his mouth to say something but a knock at the door startled him into silence.

"Blacks," called Walburga. "Come, we're going to get your rooms squared away."

"Yes, mother," muttered Regulus dutifully. Bellatrix and Sirius left, leaving Narcissa where she was for a second. She was still staring at Lucius, who was doing the same. It wasn't until Walburga tsked that Narcissa jumped and left the room.

"How long?" asked Medusa as soon as the door shut. Lucius did not have to ask what nor bother to deny it. Medusa knew him to well not to notice.

"Since fifth year," he answered. "Wait, no. No, yes, fifth year."

"So almost two years?" asked Medusa. "You've liked her for two years?"

"Yes."

"She hates you," Medusa pointed out.

"I am fully aware of that," he snapped. "But thank you for bringing that up."

"No, she like really hates you," Medusa explained.

"Stop saying that!"

"It's true. Why?" she asked.

"I don't know, ask her," he sighed.

"No." Medusa rolled her eyes at her twin. "Why do you like her?"

"I don't know." With Medusa it was always best to be truthful.

"Have you ever talked to her?"

"No."

"Do you know anything about her?"

"A little."

"So you just think she's pretty."

"No!" Lucius looked horrified his sister would think him that shallow. "Her best friend is my best friend. I've heard stories about her."

"So you like the idea of her," Medusa said. "That won't do. Well, we have all summer."

"Leave it, Medusa. Like you said; she hates me and I'm practically engaged to her sister." Lucius actually shuddered at the thought but Medusa only smirked.

"You do remember who we are, dear brother. Lucius and Medusa Malfoy. We do want we want and we get what we want. That, in your case, is Narcissa. And we have all summer to make it work."

"Medusa, do not give me that smirk. This won't work," he argued.

"Have faith, mi hermano. Let's get started. This will be fun," she giggled.

"Not for me," Lucius muttered on the way out the door.