Draco walked into the music room that had recently been installed in Hogwarts. They wanted to encourage kids to be more artistically inclined since it can be a big part of the soul; and they wanted to encourage healthy hobbies for the students. Draco had been particularly interested in practicing the piano as he entered the room.
But Draco heard a sound upon entering the room that stopped him in his tracks; a voice. The voice was singing an unfamiliar song, Perhaps an original? Draco looked through the small window through the soundproof room, which was currently broadcasting to the entire music room for whatever reason, maybe this guy accidentally dropped his bag on the broadcast button, and he caught a glimpse of the guy. His curly black hair, cheap round spectacles- wait. Draco's eyes widened as he murmured-
"Potter...?"
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One more year.
Those were the only 3 words that kept Draco grounded and motivated to push through his schoolwork as one of Hogwarts' 8th year students. Draco had picked up the piano right before his 1st year, and had become surprisingly skilled at it, even managing to impress his music teacher.
But his music teachers opinion wasn't the praise that he wanted; the praise he wanted, he couldn't have. It was that of the golden boy, Harry Potter, the guy that Draco had been nonstop obsessing over since their 3rd year.
That recent summer, the school had decided to encourage more interaction with the arts, which resulted in the building of the new art and music classrooms. What would happen when Draco managed to walk in on someone performing in the studio room? Would Draco confront them? Would he walk out?
Or would he decide to come back at the same time every day just to hear his voice?