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“Ooh, a piano!” Hermione said happily, sitting down in front of it and all but clapping her hands in excitement. Draco rolled his eyes. “Gosh, I haven’t played in ages…” Her fingers ghosted over the keys.
“It’s just a bloody piano,” he grumbled. That damn wooden box made her happier than he did.
Hermione tentatively plucked a note, which blossomed into a hesitant chord and then a line and finally a melody. Draco watched her, almost transfixed, and for just a second, let himself drown in simply the sight of her.

“Ooh, a piano!” Hermione said happily, sitting down in front of it and all but clapping her hands in excitement. Draco rolled his eyes. “Gosh, I haven’t played in ages…” Her fingers ghosted over the keys.

“It’s just a bloody piano,” he grumbled. That damn wooden box made her happier than he did.

Hermione tentatively plucked a note, which blossomed into a hesitant chord and then a line and finally a melody. Draco watched her, almost transfixed, and for just a second, let himself drown in simply the sight of her.

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♥ 668 Notes / Sun Aug 28th, 2011 ≡ reblog